Doing my 9th test already. I guess this note will be quite short.
Remember, that first I decided to write every week at least. But it all has come to some usual way, that things connected with me seem to prefere. This usual way - is random way.
I know, that in Moscow it only starts to look like spring by this time, as if all stories of endless severe russian winter appeared to be true.
Sun is shining right into my window. When spring is young, the only melody I listen to - is the melody of the waking life. And deep silence of breath.