Quotes by : Olga Grushin

Half asleep, he wondered whether that might not have been his happiest day ever, the last, perfect day....

... but as he no longer stands on his native soil, his art can't possibly have roots. An artist creates....

The night embraces me, cool and endless, and above me the stars are tiny holes in the darkness through....

... this stray little thought released in him some echo of the past, a solitary trembling note whose....