He prays like His grandfather. Comes every day. And the hat-kippa lovingly connects him with a crochet hook with God. And every time, asking not for himself - he stretches out his arms, trying to be heard in the crowd of people standing nearby. After all, with the Almighty he decided his affairs long ago ... Now he prays for others ...
Canvas. Oil. 50x60 April 2019
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Not every meaning finds instant echoes in the storehouse of the soul, but everyone is given the opportunity to touch the string. The only question is who is tearing and who is trying to barely touch ?! Everything has its time and result ...