|... This letter will be easy to understand ... I do not feel sorrow or listening to music or creating it ... I do not have enough words to say how I feel guilty when you're behind the scenes, turns on the light, and the audience begin to cry, but I do not care ... Perhaps I am one of daffodils, which feels good only in solitude ... I'm too sensitive ... From 7 years I hate the whole human race ... But I love and feel along with people, I think so. I'm too vague, depending on the mood of a person to feel the passion of life. Remember - better to burn quickly than slowly dry ... Peace, love, best wishes ... "