Music in melting ice

The end of the thirties is through the veil, the forties are more distinct, the fifties, the beginning of the sixties - with graphic certainty. A fusion of close observations with fiction. Faces, canvases, facades, sea and Neva waves, splashing into granite, a magical baroque palace and a bang, a storehouse of dangerous children"s adventures, resentments ... Ilya Sosnin, a child of a communal apartment, hovered in creative areas. Zorky and detached, obsessed with invigarem hypotheses, overcome by doubts, from minutes, hours, days, he gradually folds a picture of years, but the search for the "I" for him, a dreamer who comprehends the basics of architecture and artistic languages, is associated with the search for a magical crystal - behind dull visual appliances Otherworldly radiance seem, from wandering in the labyrinths of the arts the reality itself is suddenly ghostly, like urban reflections in a sink or clouds floating from the windows of the Palazzo Strizzi