I started with this project not long ago. It even doesn't have a title yet. I'll come up later with it. Parting with the Childhood is just the first part of the story, and that's going to be a long one.

It's really hard to write in English so any critics is accepted. Please ask questions for details and content, you'll be realy helpful))

Hope you'll enjoy it.

Hi Everyone.

In the end I've still returned!

And with a new project! It doesn't mean that I forgot about the Previous one - 'The Book without the title'. It will come, too. Thank you everyonr for watching))   

Oh...I haven't been there forever! It seems I'm becoming too lazy. But I'll try to overcome it. That's a promise.

Oh, It seems had been long since the last time I was there. So I've made a come back. Lack of time is an awful thing, especially when you've sent some time unusefully. It's a pity but true. Though I've finished the second part of the Book it's still long til I'll publish it. Though some poems are likely to appear soon. 

Hi everyone!

I haven't been here for ages! Just took a long holiday! Heh! So now I'm here again and will work hard.

It seems that I'll stop publishing The Book without Title. The fact is that I decided to rewrite it as I don't like the way it is. So, I'll finish a new version and then you'll have an opportunity to read it till the end. If somebody wants to make some remark or comment on my story feel free to write. Don't be afraid to hurt my feelings - just say what you think (you can send me a private massage). Hope the new version will be worth reading.

Sometimes I think that Fantasy is a diagnosis. But I don't know what. Do you?

I like the way a young man said about it: "Fantasy is for one who looking at the sky sees more than merely the clouds". And it's so!

Here is an example. Once my friend and I had a walk - I should add that she's far from fantasy. There was a great number of clouds on the sky and we began to look at them. I thought that one cloud looked like a longship, another resembles Sphinx to me. But she didn't see it. They stayed just white shapeless piles for her but some another world for me.

Life isn't as blue as many people think but one should just notice it. And I think that those who like Fantasy and are open for Art do notice it. That's why they create pics and novels.