Our house becomes shrouded in the silence of night. It grows long shadows accentuated
by the random sparks of the kerosene lamp. For little Stesha, the darkness becomes a way into another world that is both frightening and fascinating. Fragments of elusive memories, voices and shimmers of light – these are the flickering sensations of childhood, and they stay with us forever..
Mikhail Gorobchuk
2021
Russian Federation