The idea for this work arose one winter evening when I was looking at the falling snow in the darkness of an empty street in a new city. My soul was shrouded in expectations and anticipation of something magical, but at the same time it was pierced by a ringing loneliness and a chill of anxiety. A month later, when nature came to life in snow-white blooms and the snow melted like smoke, I finished this work.

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In the bottom layer is a collage that combines texts in two languages: Serbian and Russian, small pieces from my old and new life, tickets from the exhibition, a bread wrapper from a local bakery, a page from a book. The relief and color of the work convey a borderline feeling: either a snow whirlwind, or spring blossoms, or sadness, or a joyful awakening. The poems of the Serbian poetess Desanka Maksimovic, translated into Russian by Anna Akhmatova, resonated with me with the same emotions and inspired me as a combination of two cultures, two beautiful poetesses, two women's destinies.