I've been drawn to the old soviet children's books recently. Perhaps I'm just trying to reach a point of calmness looking back in time. :)

Sweet, isn't it?

Had this one in my childhood. It's title is "A forest crier" :)

It feels like my soul is trying to reach a point of calmness, it's like I'm balancing on the invisible transparent threads or webs in this moment of tranquility and then I fall down again into heaviness.