“The song of the years, the melody of life. Everything else – is not you, all others are strangers. And you yourself, who are you? You don’t know. You’ll get to know it later, when you string the beads of memory. You’ll be what is most endearing, most cruel and most eternal.”

“The song of the years, the melody of life. Everything else – is not you, all others are strangers. And you yourself, who are you? You don’t know. You’ll get to know it later, when you string the beads of memory. You’ll be what is most endearing, most cruel and most eternal.”

— Sasha Sokolov