Samara, Russian Federation
LITTLE MAGIC SHOP
"These are the sounds from a music box, fragile ringing of crystal in a sideboard, the rustle of grass and paper planes spreading their wings.
This music is woven from thousands of tunes, it's vivid like the whole world. The world of opportunities.
Early in the morning still being dressed in pajamas you may find yourself in jungle and easily make there a real dance revolution. Or, bated breath, in the sound of rain you can hear the tune played by the drops on the foliage.
The music leads you so soft gently whispering its tales first... Then it explodes in a fountain of energy and you're chasing her, your feet spring desirous to fly.
Our songs are the stories overheard on the creaky attics, the stories that had been told by sunrays.
We can collect the entire army of restless jumping sounds in one song. And the other will be given to the wind, playing with small stones on the narrow path in a garden.
We narrate about the world the way we see it. It's huge and