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Nostal’gija of Siberia, a warm breeze over the taigas in springtime. Siber, a sleeping land. Dreams of yellowed philatelic memories, stamps and postcards inscribed in Cyrillic. Childish flutes, dreamy and clear like sleepy streams.
A sulking child, with his little Cossack coat. Childhood photos, reluctant portraits of the musician as a brat. Egor Klochikhin — Foresteppe shuns words, the easy path of storytelling. And tells silent stories, papier-mâché landscapes.
Refuges, dens of white foxes. Safe zones of memory.
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