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Out of Time
Out of Time
Out of Time
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This book presents selected aphorisms and essays by Anastasia Volnaya. Predominantly philosophical and religious orientation, they touch upon the most important aspects of our life, make us think and change something in ourselves for the sake of love ...
It should be said that the native language of the author is Russian, that is why when translating, there may be discrepancies and inaccuracies in the perception of images.

Illustrations are kindly presented:
Maxim Zheltov and Terentiy Travnik

LanguageEnglish
Release dateMay 1, 2018
ISBN9780463610268
Out of Time
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Anastasia Volnaya

Анастасия Вольная творческую и душевную организацию унаследовала от родителей - отца - музыканта Владимира Данильченко и матери - художника-модельера Надежды Вороновой. Вместе с мужем, Максимом Желтовым, организовала творческое объединение Данжел (союз поэта и художника). В 2004 году записала музыкальный диск на свои стихи в исполнении Т.Травнiка, с названием "Пятое время года".

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    Out of Time - Anastasia Volnaya

    Essay

    He was white and airy.

    She was a burning brunette.

    She built for him fire.

    He gave her rains.

    She has disappeared round the corner of wonderful tower.

    He became a day and everywhere looked for her.

    She radiated stars from sparks, knowing that he

    never will see them, knowing that they only for him.

    He looked for her.

    He looked for her.

    1995

    Musician

    (to M. Zheltov's picture)

    (I devote to my father - the clarinetist Vladimir Danilchenko)

    The street musician played evening. Gemstones in a hat at his legs became more dark – in them day was dissolved. But flowers waltzed on eternally light snow. Passersby hurried to the electric sun of the houses, leaving live blue sapphires at the musician's legs. The musician played evening.

    1999

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