Дом, в котором горит свет

"...i͡a vizhu v ėtikh slovakh istinu - oni o nastoi͡ashcheĭ li͡ubvi, o li͡ubvi na vsi͡u zhiznʹ, o tom, chto takai͡a li͡ubovʹ sushchestvuet. I chtoby eë naĭti, ne nado nikuda ekhatʹ, dostatochno povernutʹ kli͡uch v zamke: obnimatʹ krepko-krepko, radovatʹsi͡a tomu, chto vstrechaeshʹ v novom dne, i umetʹ nakhoditʹ pokoĭ. Slovno sidishʹ vozle ii͡ulʹskogo mori͡a s zakrytymi glazami, no s otkrytym serdt͡sem. Kogda ty vstretishʹ i uznaeshʹ sebi͡a, ty vstretishʹ i uznaeshʹ togo, s kem zakhochetsi͡a spetʹ li͡ubimye pesni i zavaritʹ ne odnu chashku kofe".

"...I see the truth in these words — they are about true love, about love for life, that such love exists. And to find it, you do not need to go anywhere, just turn the key in the lock: hug tightly, rejoice in what you meet in a new day, and be able to find peace. It's like sitting by the July sea with your eyes closed but your heart open. When you meet and recognize yourself, you will meet and recognize someone with whom you want to sing your favorite songs and brew more than one Cup of coffee."