Irkutskoe leto

A rarity is great - desertedness.
The roads are carried away from the city by long buses of cars.
As if summer is there - somewhere beyond the horizon.
Meanwhile, there is comfort, pleasantness, sincerity,
And something native, hidden in secret for centuries.
Even if it’s not sunny and they cover with an umbrella…
We walk the eternal streets, rarely changing their names.
And we believe in the reliability of the path, even if we are rushing in a circle.
How to fit in a memorable framework what is warmed in color under the sun?!
It makes no sense to be sad when the long-awaited summer comes again ...
In anticipation of it, dreams and spring are born here ...

Canvas. Oil. 45x85
December 2022