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I stood, newly awake, by the kitchen window, drinking my traditional cup of water and trying to analyze my feeling of summer. It refused to impress me or submit to analysis. Outside the window stood a life-worn tree, all bald patches. Here and there, drying leaves the color of dirty ochre huddled…

A memory from May 25, 2018

An unfinished lilac is waiting for me in the studio. To the right stands a wonderful, though already fading, bouquet of irises that I must manage to finish painting.
Peonies are fragrant in the vase. Yesterday, when we were returning from a concert and discussing…

For the “Cherry Petal Day” project of the Fairy Tale Reserve

There were more and more petals.

They kept falling and falling onto the floor, flying in through the open window of the room and covering the floor with a silk carpet.

Lucy lay in bed and watched another petal float…

The fog fell upon the small, quiet town suddenly. Only an hour earlier the sun had been shining, playing with sunbeams feared not by sunny hares but by the real ones who had climbed into the vegetable garden by the house on the edge of town for the cabbage still left there. 

The walls of the…

When my elder son was little and we came with him to Petersburg, Seryozha said that he understood why there were so many artists there: such beauty all around! The three months spent in Bulgaria were filled with sea and colors. Waking early, I sat down at the easel and painted until sunset, without…