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I called this work - “Someone who gathers mattresses”, it`s something like an allegory of death. Sometimes in my childhood when I went to bed and in the stillness of the night put my ear on the pillow, I heard mensural crunches. Later when I grew up, I learned that it was my own pulse. But when I was a little child I imagined someone comes for me, sinking into the snow. I imagined a man wearing old sheepskin coat crossed the vast snowy wilderness. Maybe he still goes and goes as long as our hearts are beating…