It was cold, winter morning. I observed through the window how she got out of the cab. I opened the door and for the first time I saw her gentle eyesight - eyes cold as they were a frozen ocean. Then I allowed her sleepy body to lay down on my bed. Through the lens I followed her sad dreams. I can`t speak to You with words yet, so allow me to tell about myself on these photos, on which I`ve enchanted this little, sad girl, who is within You (and is the reflection of myself - our trembling hands, eyes, seared from light, wet with tears, and mutilated bodies).

she doesn't sleep. darkness pulls her body slowly into itself. her spirit wake beside her: looking as darkness give her lesson about death.

fairy tale about a girl who didn't have to be afraid of night anymore - for many years deers comes to her dreams and warm her body from the inside.

the girl in whose house birds were winter-sleeping

fairy tale about golden hair girl whose brothers were transformed into swans by an evil queen. now this poor girl will have to make shirts of nettles to save them.

it is the fox who cares about girl's soul. she died in the woods and now her flesh is overgrown by moss.