"...a sad Whisper, speaking secret
chest As you Wake up
From vague, accidental,
pipe dreams!.."
Karolina Pavlova

in my hand laid a beautiful dish, like a big beautiful fish painted with strange patterns. When we fish out on the street, she came to life, paint sparkle in the sun....the fish spoke. Only here she spoke very quietly, to hear it was only possible to attach a plate to your ear. And like a huge shell, in which lives the roar of the sea, a large plate-рыба...