By chance I met Maria Virhov just several months before her death. In the muddy winter frost she was wearing short jeans, military shoes and a coat, that was it. I insisted we could catch some of her russian poems on tape. She disliked her voice and my attempts to put it in sequence and I just threw it away in the archives. The she flew away under water. Eventually I realized not many audio clues to what Virhov's poetry was have been left and decided to publicize this one. Maria Virhov is one More