The other day I voiced my short film “Sunset (I know it will happen again)”. It was very important to me that the voice sounded natural. I did several takes¹ - where I feel relaxed, there are always rough edges and mistakes - here you can’t hear a letter, there the accent is wrong. It seems simple - try and everything will be great, but then the soul is lost and I hear artificiality. There are projects where this is not so important, but here it was extremely important, and I am my own strictest director.

This makes you think about the fact that the present is imperfect. Expressing yourself honestly may lead to dissatisfaction with the result, since it is human nature to make mistakes.

I made a short film based on my poem. This work is very important to me because I aimed to convey as accurately as possible the feelings I experienced this year. Made with love.

The trees are shedding their clothes, the streets have become quieter. Autumn has knocked on the doors of homes and hearts. It is already standing on the threshold.

The bad weather retreats, taking with it scraps of my thoughts and sorrows. The setting sun illuminates all the depth and beauty of the clouds, which just a minute ago seemed like an impenetrable gray ceiling.

Tomorrow it will rain again.

Every evening, around 5-6 PM, a bird sings in the yard. And it chirps so beautifully! “Chvik-chvik-chiviiik!” Usually, I hear birds early in the morning, but this one is some sort of evening bird.

I wanted to record it, but by the time I got the recorder out, it had stopped. And now, once again, it’s the sounds of cars, children playing, the evening city with its own concerns. Tomorrow, at the same time.

A warm May evening. I’m on my way to a date with a beautiful, sweet girl who, a bit later, will be telling me all about “junior positions,” the difference between backend and frontend, and other fascinating and oh-so-important things (yes, that’s sarcasm).

A new neighborhood. Welcome to the kingdom of concrete and steel.

The sun is shining, rain is falling, and the bus dives beneath a beautiful rainbow.