my white room

i never saw a moor—
i never saw the sea—
yet know i how the heather looks
and what a billow be.



4 a.m.

sleepless night, not even white anymore. i found this marker brush,
half dried up. made some lines about these memories and stayed 
up till the morning.


some nice people have asked me about giving a montessori lecture 
in the library. i fell embarrassed, surprised, happy and somewhere
deep inside i know that this is exactly what i want to do. and these days
i am thinking about children, like i always do. but more and more often 
i try to understand when is my time. 


  1. I wish I could be present at your lecture, if you write any notes in english I would love to read them. good luck, you are passionate, this will show

  2. beautiful lines.
    same thoughts more often lately :)

  3. dear olga,
    i'm in love with you white cranes.
    ... and also highly interested in your Montessori notes.

  4. how i wish i could be
    a little russian-speaking fly on the library wall. . .
    and this foliage
    i can almost feel its branches swaying
    like wings.


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