I have always dreamed of a wide window sill on which I can arrange my own art space under the roof so that I can see the lights of the metropolis from above. It will be night, and a light twilight will embrace the patch of light from the lamp under which I will create. It is extremely important to feel the soft, dim light; all this makes the space around warm and ghostly. And I will see you running after me along the banks of the Neva, looking into the quiet streets, trying to catch me, and I will laugh uncontrollably - how can you catch a dream if it is already in you? Breathe into yourself, my Peter!