Opus One. 40 strokes in the direction of the «Black square»
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Opus Two Big Gray Square number one
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Opus Three. The sudden death of a blot on a tainted piece of paper
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Opus Four. 80 strokes in the direction of the «Black Square»
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Opus Five. Big light grey square №2
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Opus Six. 158 strokes in the direction of the «Black Square»
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Opus Seven. From tranquility to tranquility, or Smoke on the water
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Opus Eight. A sudden meeting of the two blots, the big and the small one, in an aggressive environment
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Opus Nine. Above the eternal peace, or Smoke on the water
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Opus Ten. Lost blot
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Opus Eleven. 300 strokes in the direction of the «Black square»
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Opus Twelve. An almost white piece of paper ruined by the blot, or The sun above the sea
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Opus Thirteen. An april night in brief.
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Opus Fourteen. On ambiguousness of the simple solutions
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Opus Fifteen. The Russian give-away.
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Opus Sixteen. Saying Goodbuy to the illusions
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Opus Seventeen. Birdie, come back!
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Opus Nineteen. The letter that wasn’t sent
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Opus Twenty. Black light
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Opus Twenty One. Cut
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Opus Twenty Two. An attempt of a tenderness through the invisible barrier
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Opus Twente Three. On a summer night I try to silence my heart waiting for the sun to rise.
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Opus Twenty Four. The vertical sea tores the frame apart.
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Opus Twenty Five. There’ll be no more flowers.
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Opus Twenty Six. A white square upon a black. Night, morning
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Opus Twenty Seven. 34 turns on the way to myself.
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Opus Twenty Eight. I love to walk in the rain with no umbrella.
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Opus Twenty Nine. Invalid Request.
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