Oleg has an extraordinary harmonic gift, and so often his music shines with a clear, warm light. This does not happen always, but often. Here it does. The music is like a happy whistle. The sun is shining, the intonations shimmer like specks of light on the grass, the birds are chirping. And in the soul there is a hum, singing, and the anticipation of a miracle. Such is the intonation — a call upward, as if you are launching a kite and the sky answers with bright rays of sunlight. The instruments are not always identifiable, as if you are blinded by sun glare. The ostinato figure changes fancifully and several times turns into something else. It is not exactly capricious, but light.
The second half of the piece (after several transformations) is a reflection of the first. As if you have forgotten about the kite and looked around — and there is so much! One is left to slightly regret that the piece is short. I would listen to it for 20–30 minutes. As if the author is shy of himself or has hesitantly stopped his walk. Beautiful, and a little sad. After all, there is so little happy music in the world! I listened to it several times.
— Alexey Sysoev, composer, Hearing, Facebook, May 26, 2024translated from Russian