Thank you for opening this book and seeking to understand me – and perhaps, through my words, to understand yourself. The idea of these diaries has dwelt within me for as long as I can remember. It is not a memoir but a meditation on why we exist, and why the world was created around us. At times, it is enlightening; at others, deeply melancholic. Yet it always answers a question: Was the step taken, and where did it lead? Life flows on – it is boundless yet fleeting. And I know this: the world is a chronicle we write ourselves. This is what I wish to share with you, dear reader. To affirm that my birth was no accident, and that I yearn to be worthy of this world, to be needed within it.

In these pages, you may find countless imperfections, but behind them lies the tempest of my heart, a storm only those with open eyes and untainted souls can weather. At an exhibition of his sketches, Paco Rabanne once said to me, “I see three eyes in you. Open them!” Perhaps by sharing this book, I shall find a doorway I had not even known existed.

Not long ago, Sergey Slonimsky invited me to the Hermitage Theatre for his creative evening. As I sat in that hallowed space, my verses were transformed into romances. Words cannot capture what I felt in that moment. Once more, I saw how vast and varied the human soul is, and how differently we perceive the same truths – if only we are willing to see and hear.

A great soul once said, “By transforming your consciousness, you create your universe.” Dear reader, follow the call of your heart.

“The sun rose quietly, painting the horizon with strokes of gold and lavender. I woke at 5 am, my heart eager to meet the day. The rain had left its mark on the earth, and the air was fresh with the scent of renewal. I pulled on my boots and walked under the soft drizzle, my diary tucked close to my chest. The world was silent, save for the gentle rhythm of my breath and the occasional rustle of leaves. Today, I will write about the connection between law and poetry – both seeking truth, both navigating the intricate maze of human emotion… And suddenly I thought… The trees are the earth’s endless effort to speak to the listening heaven.”

A DIARY… Within it dwells a thousand desires,

Love, separation, and sorrow entire.

Within it lie barriers and fervent pleas,

Strength and a prayer carried on the breeze.

I sought no madness, no trespass of the soul,

Only fragments of truth that make me whole.

Time slips away, its seconds obscure,

Masking joy and pain that endure.

Is poetry a herald or an end?

An empty vessel, or a truth to transcend?

Judge not life with a hardened gaze,

I sought to remind you of fleeting days.

Hear not the word alone, but the hidden key,

For beyond these lines lies you and me.

I love life—wildly, recklessly, and true!

Understand this: destiny waits for you.

Happiness is readiness, a path aligned,

For those who seek, and those who find.

“Morning broke gently, as if painted by a delicate hand. The scent of freshly brewed coffee mingled with the stillness, weaving a quiet intimacy that only dawn could bring. The pages of a well-loved book lay open before me, words whispering secrets of times long past. My pen hovered over the diary, caught between the present and the weight of emotions longing to be expressed”.

Thus, it must be love—a tender, fleeting flame,

A melody spun from the fabric of dreams.

Restless yet gentle, it lingers on the edge of thought,

Whispering truths where silence once held sway.

Like sunlight tracing shadows on a waking wall,

It is both fragile and eternal,

A promise unspoken, yet deeply known.

Feelings once forged in stone now yield to time’s caress,

And scattered leaves murmur stories long forgotten.

I, unaware of love’s deft hand,

Awoke to its rhythm in the quiet warmth of a morning cup—

An ache, a joy, a binding thread.

Let us inscribe it, I whispered to the dawn,

For love, like the first breath of day,