About the book: 2017 / This is a collection of essays, stories, miniatures about love and relationships. I just paint my thoughts in bukufffk... Oh bukufffk, bukufffk!!! What a funny and funny word. Like little bugs or geese, running, jumping and flying. Either they are richly colored ladybugs, or green grasshoppers with backward knees, or fluttering butterflies, moths with silk wings. Sometimes they bloom with wondrous flowers, in endless green meadows, under the whisper of the stars and the warmth and light of the sun. They are so beautiful. And I draw with them a rainbow of my thoughts and feelings, sometimes desires or fantasies, sometimes I just draw myself, or maybe just life, it doesn’t matter. Oh bukufffk, bukufffk, they flow with ink from the pen onto the paper, or jump, tap dance from under their fingers onto the keyboard, drawing my thoughts. I still don’t write for everyone, but only for everyone. And these funny little girls jump as they please, I can’t keep track of them, and sacrificing Orfa and the great mighty, I let them dance freely. It doesn’t matter to me whether it’s right or wrong, beautiful or not beautiful. The only thing that matters to me is whether it catches you or not... It catches you in the most intimate, that corner of the soul where we hide ourselves from everyone, that corner where we are real, without stupid gloss and embellishment. I draw with letters, not knowing whether they are correct or not, whether such a world exists, or whether it is an illusion, or maybe this is how it should be, and we live only in falsehood, adjusting someone’s dogmas and concepts to reality. I'm just painting my world. (Red-haired )