Danail Dechev, Plovdiv

Dear colleague, what can I write to you, cardash, when everything in this world fades!

But ... still, even though sooner or later we will also fade, let me, I say, remember those joys that we have been looking for where people do not see them, do not know them, but ... trample they crush with their feet and pass them with indifference ...

We remember these joys ... the joys of art.