Who often smiles through pain, So that no one sees the inner torment, He feels the depth and salt of life, The salt of all the oceans and the depth of separation. Who carefully keeps in his soul All those moments in which there was happiness - He is no longer afraid of God's judgment, The soul has long forgotten and forgiven all the grievances. It happens that in the evening it presses, And it seems that the meanings are melting, vaguely ... But the fear goes away, and the pain will pass. God grant me strength to see the morning again!
Wood. Oil. 40x50 October 2024
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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 ...