Таёжный закат

Ароматами трав и цветов одурманенный, ошалело не верил глазам. Пил мгновения – крепкий бальзам, словно раненый, и хвалу воздавал небесам...

Холст. Масло. 40х60
Октябрь 2020г.

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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 ...