Look, I'm smiling at you, I'm smiling in you, I'm smiling through you. How can I be dead if I breathe in every quiver of your hand? — Andrei Sinyavsky Copy Share Image
Look, I'm smiling at you, I'm smiling in you, I'm smiling through you. How can I be dead if I breathe in every quiver… — Andrei Sinyavsky Copy Share Image
What is the most precious, the most exciting smell awaiting you in the house when you return to it after a dozen years or… — Andrei Sinyavsky Copy Share Image
