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Forgotten Gods

In old fairytales they say: “once upon a time…” My fairytale begins like this “once upon a realm…” And afterward each has their own development, in their own realm. A realm of Good and Evil, a realm of Love and Deceit, of Dream and Reality...

Pagan Bride

I will become your violin, if you are a musician, I will become your music if you are a composer. I will become your song if you are a singer, I will become your verse, if you are a poet.

In Pygmalion's Studio

My matriarchate – it’s unlimited trust to woman intuition; it’s admiration of line and shape of a woman’s body, it’s worship of mystery regarding conception and birth of a new life.

Yorik's Seasons

And perhaps Yorik was a poet in his soul?! But he didn’t have time to write poetry and poems? And perhaps he had a piercing mind and bright thoughts, but – on his head has been put a fool’s cap and golden bells?

Shadow Songs

An old legend says that on New Year’s Eve, Fate turns into a White Horse and walks across the world, looking through people’s windows and hearts...