Intro to the album «белсаюзхрупк» [belsayuzhrupk]

When I was selecting the 'material' for this composition, I wanted to drink for the first time because of emotions. There were so many of them that I didn't know what to do with them. I sat and cried.

Everyone saw this story in their own way: through the bars of a cell, through the fear of living inside, through scrolling news, remaining abroad.

These events are with us until the end. We are living bearers of history and thanks to our memory we will tell the future about it: an all-consuming sense of injustice, blatant cruelty, bloody violence, innocent victims.

People cannot change even the small things that stand in front of them, but they still managed to aim for something bigger. I think it was a worthy attempt, which had not been seen before. I want to preserve this courage, valor and dignity. To talk and write about it.

But I can hardly speak about this tragedy in words. So let those people who were there speak for me. And the music written from feelings that I want to bury will become a glue of moments of history that I still have not been able to reconcile with myself.

Let it be irreconcilable with you too.