«I touched a flower»

There will be works where the feelings and experiences of the lyrical hero are revealed through images of nature. You will find high poetry and music in the familiar sweet Russian landscape, then among the majestic silhouettes of the Caucasus mountains, then in the Spanish capital shrouded in the still and warm night air, fragrant, according to Pushkin, with lemon and laurel. The serene peace will blow on us from the autumn Russian forest, from the mirrored surface of the water with reflections of the sleeping shore and motionless clouds. And a quiet gospel will be heard from afar.