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It's hot. The sun makes his job. People are irritated, they are hot. They are sweaty and smell of hysterical. It's Summer.

I created new blog "Short stories" . This is a funny blog. I write these stories to pass the time and study English.  May be it will for someone interesting too.

Valentin Massov's magical water-colours are woven out of light. Light is not physical substance. Light is energy and a man can not touch it. It is impossible in what way light is transformed into the image on his works. "I am an atomist. And I can feel the energy with my hands. The Bible is begun with the words: "In the beginning was the Word."But I would say:" In the beginning was the Light," and your paintings are the illustration for these words," an academician-atomist said him in 1980. "Many people have tried to fall outside the limits a matter. Mathematicians, poets, musicians have managed to do it. From artists, even Leonardo da Vinchi, couldn't do it and you have done it..," the poet Alexandr Revich said.What is the meaning of art? It's performance for someone, the way to perfection for me. Valentin Massov's art has helped me see the beginning my way. Thanks to my meeting with Mr.Massov, I understood the meaning of lif

What do make us the very best? It's Talent! I am sure, The God of Art Apollo was present at birth of Valentin Massov .  But... if Apollo has gave to him the Talent, when he was born, then The Fates have gave to him difficult and bitter fate. Envy and incomprehension haunted him all his life. Valentin Massov is the Unique. Why is he unique? He has created the new art school. It's the new interpretation of the meaning of art. It's Art as the Way to the God. "It is not painting in its general sense. It is the way to the God," a director Roman Tsurtsumia said in 1980. Valentin Massov's art radically changed the established views on Art.

Valentin Massov was born in Ulyanovsk Region in 1937. His father Paul Massov, who died at the front in 1942, was the mysterious person. He was a doctor. Nobody knew Where he came from. He was an exelent doctor and everybody loved him. He was a tall and a handsome man. His image is as if dissolved in sad mist of memory of Valentin Massov, getting the features of forefather of humanity, a certain Savaof God, wise philosopher and leader. His mother Catherine Massov who died in 1939 was believer woman. In his memory she will forever remain as guardian angel, angel of peace, love and life. Massov has took all the best from his parents and was able to surpass them. He has became the very best in the Art World.

Light. Who does know its nature? We can see it every day and we take no notice of it. This is norm. But just imagine that there is no light on Earth. Well? It's the end of life. So, light is the basis of all. Many artists have attempted to reproduce of light in art. Light and shade. There are more shade, there are more light. It's principle of work of all artists. Except of Valentin Massov . The artist Valentin Massov makes light without shade. It's light from light. As Oleg Tselkov said:"You make what nobody has made yet, everything that is left by the art on the Earth..."

Bye my friends. I am tired of the fucking town. So, I am going to holiday to the countryside. Some days in nature will make me happy. Russian nature has a gift for restore mental equilibrium. There are peace and quiet in Russian nature. You can walk through the meadows and the fields. The song of birds and the voice of the grasshoppers will accompany you all time. Space of the land will strike you by its scale. Sunrises and sunsets will call up dreams about Paradise, the place from which we came. Russian, Russian! If put you in order, you would be the wonderful country. But there is no a good manager here and I love you too much to make no complaint. It is a pity.

Art and religion have one purpose – the evolution of humankind. I accept the new in art if it is the spiritual revelation which allow me come nearer to understanding God’s nature. All other in art is politics and commerce. I do not blame the artists who make a bad art for the sake of money. But firstly, do not call it art and secondly, do not make it standard. Moscow lives by the rules of the powers that be. I would say by rules of a wolf pack. If you have money and power you are always right, even if you are wrong. Moscow is a mixture black and white, a good taste and a bad taste, talented people and persons without talent. One can either love Moscow or hate it. But everyone wants to live in Moscow.

A mediocrity has the ability to adapt to changing world circumstances. The mind of man has the freedom of self-expression. I want to talk about the responsibility an artist in art. There is a distorted view that the essence of creativity it is only the discovery and creation of new tendency in art. It's the new at all costs! A bad art in a beautiful packing is the bad art anyway. The new does not mean the best. What is more important? Art that will ennoble a man or something that will cause horror and revulsion. Unfortunately we forgot about the original meaning of everything. What is the meaning of everything? The meaning of civilization is enclosed in a single phrase: "You are to be perfect, as your heavenly Father is perfect." 

Artists are selected on the basis of: the worse the better. The artist have to work for entertainment of public and promotion of base instincts. I say because I know state of affairs in Russian art. There are many talented people in the province and nobody knows them. Only after their death we can hear ones names, when their paintings start to buy and to sell. The best artist is the dead artist. It is the law of the market. The famous artist in Russia is a lucky man or a talented businessman. But it is not art. Honestly speaking I don’t know anyone from very talented artists who has made a successful career in Russia. And the most famous example is the fate of the artist Valentin Massov . He created a truly new direction in art. But who did hear his name? We can admire of another culture and destroy ours one at the same time. It’s our life!

I do not know how it is in the world, but in Russia an artist can become the famous artist only in Moscow. Moscow is the cultural and financial center in Russia. There are all the best collected in Moscow. No! There are all the most disgusting and cynical collected in Moscow, because to become the First in the hell you must be born a devil. To say:”I don’t love Moscow,” it means nothing to say. I hate and despise this city. The city of corruption and debauchery, the city of dashed hopes and ruined lives. It is the city- smog, the city- traffic jam, the city-falseness of illusions. When I arrived in Moscow, I was a naive young woman. I thought that need to have a talent that to make career of an artist there. I made a mistake. If you have the great talent it will mean nothing here.

Look around! How beautiful our land is! The land of gorgeous sunsets and sunrises, early dew and birds singing. Who does remember when he went for a walk in the wood lately? Do birds sing in your city? Is there any fish in your rivers and lakes? What colour do you like? What smell do you like? Is this the smell of flowers or the smell of car exhaust fumes? "We never know the value of water till the well is dry". So, Where Do We Come From? What Are We? Where Are We Going? We have to answer the questions.

A human is the unique creature of God and not of monkey. I want to see God-given talent into myself and not the monkey's gene. If the monkeys were our progenitor they would be the peoples now. But... Monkeys was, are and will monkeys. I don't speak that Darwin was wrong, but... To err is human. We can not know history of the world as it was indeed. We only know part of it. We are louses on Earth's body. We defenceless against any catastrophe, therefore we like the Terminator. I am afraid him, because he deprives me aspiration for development. Why must I have desire for development if the Terminator will do my work? Who is the Terminator for me? It is our servile consciousness in captivity of technological progress. We are the slaves of comfort and time. We are running somewhere all time. Someone, something, somewhere... It's "Some" like a style our life. The Terminator is a homogenized man, mind, life for me. The wish is father to the thought. What do we want

Oh world, world! Where are you going? Who does want think about it? Nobody. Humanity lives like animals and the animals have no intellect. Our ancestors have created the great culture, and we..? We destroy it very well. Our ancestors have left us the knowledge, and we..? We can not understand it. Our ancestors have told us life's mystery about, and we..? We don't belive them. A man want to have a comfort life. What is it? It's life with no regret and compassion. Our ideal is the Terminator. He is the perfect machine without feels and emotions. We like him, we admire his strength and invulnerability. We want to be like him. Why? We need strength of mind and not strength. We need inspiration, creation, energy of thought and love. The Terminator will never create "Mona Lisa" or a Requiem. He will never look at the stars because it is not necessary for him. Love, life, death... all will alien to him.

It will be funny when a man learns that there is no death.   But... it will be late :)

I laugh when I hear the words of a person without talent about art. He says like a man who has only two desires: to eat and to propogate. He makes conversation but he thinks that he speaks true and cleverly.  It is funny. 

An artist like a rope-walker must only go straight on.