"I remembered the expanse of the water of a large lake also in the evening twilight, but in summer: the still bright sky sank in the lake, and the surface of the water was not visible - only sometimes we found an oily-thin line flying towards the horizon - along with a reflection ...
The reflection crushed, multiplied the space, you found yourself in the midst of all kinds of rays, in the midst of light flying away volumes: it became unusual. Reflection - suddenly, instantly, reflection - new wealth, imaginary, and at the same time affecting the real ... What did we think about, looking at such magical pictures?"
Surface of the Water (Nature, 1994), Anatoly Marasov