the bottom [Theme]

Every time my mother pretends that there are no problems, although there is a whole ocean of problems around us. Having suffered a terrible shipwreck, we are drowning in these problems, floundering in icy water, which makes our whole body cramp, choking, gasping for air. I have the opportunity to get my mother and me a lifeboat, to get out, to be saved... But my mother ignores my attempts to help in every possible way. Moreover, she is ready to drag me along with her to the very bottom. Twist around my neck exactly the same rope with cobblestones, which she has been wearing for several years now, and drag it into the viscous silt, so that the last thing I saw was a strip of warm yellow color - hope for my happy future.

Do you think getting out of a bottomless swamp is so easy?

- Wow - David looked at the bottom of the bottle and seeing that there was no more booze left, he threw it into the thickets - a cool history lesson... but I didn’t remember anything.

Into the pool of drunk tenderness, to the very bottom, sink like a petal. The lifeless cotton feather bed absorbs the humble breezes. A day about millions of flowers squeezed in someone's loving palms. Take care of each other and be with those who truly appreciate you...

They want us to be the bottom - we will become. But they will only fall through that bottom straight into hell.

Peace is an integral element of creativity. He collects, he purifies, he organizes internal forces, he reunites everything scattered by wild movement. If a bottle of liquid is shaken and then placed again, the impurity will settle to the bottom; so in a person who suddenly finds himself outside of a restless, hectic life, silence and reflection more clearly crystallize his character.

This is the sky and the bottom.

It would be nice not to plunge into the dark pools of oneself, but this is inevitable. We are either closer to the sun or slipping out of orbit. But I always say that sadness has a special depth, and when this happens, you want to lie low and lie immobilized, accumulating strength for a new rise.

If you hit the bottom, do not consider it solid ground.

If you don’t look at your feet, then the puddle ends up with a deep bottom.

Left to myself in this cycle of human passions, seeing side by side depravity and sublime love, friendship and betrayal, I realized that I could either sink to the very bottom or emerge from this mess unattainable and strong. And I felt, I knew that only art could help me. Therefore, I strove to sing, go on stage - to escape from real life at least for a few minutes, to feel the power to lead people into my special, my beautiful world.

I'm addicted - this sin is sweet to me.

The bottom of life is someone's peak.

- Well, how are you? "Human! That sounds…proud!” Look at us... How can a person sound proud here? Say it with a smile, with a mockery, I, perhaps, would have believed you ...