I never lie with my heart - I'm not afraid to be myself - in desires, emotions, feelings. If I love, then desperately, devotedly, to the rupture of the aorta, barefoot in the snow, wet hands for bare wires, when the air vibrates with desire and tenderness, and becomes twenty degrees hotter; and mad passion - of such intensity that trembling through the body, constricting the throat and difficult to breathe. If I hate it, then powerfully, destructively, so that nuclear shells pierce through to atoms and bullets flew straight to the head. Others say - too high emotional costs, and I like it when they do not sweeten, do not embellish.

I love it when everything is honest to the point of creepy, albeit painful and frank, but without hidden snakes in my sleeves. Tricks with knives in the back, masks that lead away from true feelings are not mine. I am against half measures, I am not capable of this, I am for words and deeds, after which I turn it inside out and shake it - I will express everything in my face, but I will not pour broken glass into my shoes, I will not stoop to meanness. I can only feel in such a way — greedy, insatiable and so deeply where I don’t want to pretend.

To be sincere you need to have an unbending inner core. Because sincerity hurts, shakes and explodes - everyone is equal before her.

It is easier to forgive an enemy than a traitor. For honesty of intentions is what is worthy of respect ... At all times.