In old fairytales they say: 'once upon a time…'. My fairytale begins like this 'once upon a realm…'. And afterwards everyone has their own development, their own realm. A realm of Good and Evil, a realm of Love and Deceit, Dream and Reality. Everyone chooses their kingdom, builds a castle, gets dressed for the ball and puts on armour for the duel. Each knight defeats their Dragon and for each princess appears a prince on a white horse, or in a black limousine… It all depends on what you are dreaming about…

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A human being is like a tree. It’s not a simple chance that the symbol of a family tree reached present days through the thickness of centuries. Roots – ancestors, branches – children, flowers – grandchildren. Each of us carries information on their origins. I want to tell my future grandchildren the legends of my homeland. I want to sing them the lullabies that my grandmother used to sing, I will dress my granddaughter in embroidered costumes that my mother used to wear when she was a young girl...