A Dynamic Series of Works: "The Creature and the Creator."
At first he stirred inside of me, small and weak. He was the barest pulsating thought in my head. Then he began to grow, occupying more and more of my inner space and time taking it from the novel and my other works. And then he asked me to create him, to release him to the outside world, to give him complete freedom. And as a person, a carrier of creative freedom, and even if it's with small letters, nevertheless, as a demiurge, I did it.Maybe it was not the best idea, but if God – the Creator of Creators does not impinge on my freedom, how, then, can I? ...
Granted, for now I'm an idea, but the very thought about me is beautiful.
I shall acquire form, take on shape, I'll live.
I am a multifaceted personality with all the inner dichotomies, facets, apexes.
I may not be without controversy, but the thorns of my soul – these are the conditions of my freedom.
Let's meet. I have arrived.
In the fullness of my strength I am, and I shall:
And through the grace-cup, I see a better world.
I met love.From the highest peak I'll obtain for her the magic flower, and we'll be together forever.
Why do you say to me the creator about the sleep of reason and the wakeful spirit?I'm in love, and the chimeras in my soul have not been born. to me the creator about the sleep of reason and the wakeful spirit?
What do you mean, I'm going downhill? No, it is not true! My actions? My behavior is my freedom of choice, and it is I who will decide how to live my life.
How dare you speak that way to me, the crown of creation?!! I don't want to see you! I'm not going to listen to you! I renounce you! And what you call madness is my beautiful inner world.
My beloved, my dearest one, how did it come to this?No! No! I didn’t want this! Don't do it, don't die! Forgive me.
I've become a monster? They lie! Lie! Pathetic losers! I'm just better, smarter, stronger than them! They envy me.
No, I have not aged, my fire has not burned down, I'm still going to show everyone what I'm capable of.
Are they right, am I a feeble, crusty useless geezer?!! My talent, my true love, my faith – I traded it all for the small change that is of praise. I am a barren, lifeless desert.The sand is the milled rocks of my talent. The cities of joy have become ruins with the ghosts of my inner world. What am I to do? Who will forgive me?Who will comfort me? Who will love me?