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Alone i am whiling away the lonely days.

Uncomplicated reflections and simple penurious observations of various facts of life bear an image of lonely belarussian woman, stiffed in waiting for smth, stunned by thinking about her lot,about daily and lofty things,who has found a solace in her crazy fantasies and pipe dreams.

In waiting for ,she is stiffed dreamly looking into the distance, you will ask.

Maybe in waiting for fairy-tail or miracle. in the midst of an infinitely long winter not having neither beginning nor end in our latitudes.