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Recommended: Dear English-speaking reader,

As you dive into these pages, please remember that I come from a Russian background. My story, like any story, carries the weight of its original language, and while translation may alter some nuances, I hope the heart of my experiences still reaches you. Thank you for your patience and understanding as we bridge these languages and worlds together.

The same brown hue, the shape, the lashes,

Soul to soul, we walk our winding paths,

Taking flight like wounded birds.

In your eyes – an endless sorrow,

Despair, reproach, and pain…

They hold the cosmos…

Distance beyond distance…

A million voiceless sounds linger there…

In your eyes, a vast and boundless love,

The wisdom of past lives, and suffering.

There lie debts unpaid,

Depth…

Strength…

A calling…

Your eyes reflect mine:

Their gaze stirs quietly beneath the heart.

They don’t understand words…

But must they?

When the Universe lives in her gaze…

O.T. 2020