Dva solntsa v moey reke

Hochetsya zhit segodnya i seychas, hochetsya verit v lyubov, kotoraya ne obmanet, hochetsya perestat byt umnym pronitsatelnymi psihologom, k kotoromu kazhdyy den idut so svoimi bedami, strahami, somneniyami lyudi, i brositsya, ne razdumyvaya, v novoe ogromnoe chuvstvo, navsegda zabyv ob odinochestve, o neizzhityh detskih obidah, o semeynoy tayne, ne dayuschey pokoya uzhe dvadtsat let.