Let's talk, стр. 8

Who said one sleeps well to the sound of rain? It keeps knocking and knocking on the tin windowsill, as if saying, “Hey, I’ve arrived! I am washing windows, streets, benches. And if I have made a mess of mud — sorry about that.”
I brushed it off as best I could, asked it to be quiet, even tried…

I have never been so close to fulfilling my dream as I have been during the last six months. In early youth, or rather in late adolescence, I dreamed of writing a book. My dream was supported by my mother, who unconditionally believed in her daughter’s multigenius, and even by several professional…

In childhood you know for certain: March 8 is Mother’s Day. Mother’s — and that is that. All those Claras and Rosas, and for that matter girlfriends and neighbors, have nothing to do with the holiday. I even remember the little paper tulips we pasted onto black sheets in kindergarten. And the letters…

After all, pre-spring is a rather depressing time. Warmth comes slowly, the roads are either slippery or wet, “and it is dull and sad, and there is no one to give you a hand...”
And somehow there is too much sorrow in the news feed(((
True, there are joys too. For example, photographs…

The very newest thing
Paper, watercolor
36 × 51

Hurray! Finished!
The second picture for the Year of Theatre
Paper, watercolor
100 × 70