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Autumn, 2013 Autumn is a lovely time. It's the last flash of nature. Autumn is like age for a person. Age gives wisdom and beauty. Beauty is not like a cute appearance but in the sense of spiritual fullness. I like autumn and my one too.

Olga Romanova, 2013 Yesterday we have walked in the park. It was the first day without rain this Autumn. There were a lot of sun, colours and light. It was very beautiful.

I leave my town when I get tired from its sounds, smoke and people evil. I go to my country where I have peace for my body and my mind. I can hear how grass grows and stars talk to each other. The air in my country is permeated with the smell of fresh milk. Sunrises and sunsets are filled with special beauty. Everything breathes tranquility. I am happy.   

I forget that our world is on the verge of destruction when I am on nature. Only there I forget about all. What do I care to people which as the dog who eats dog. It's their problems. If people doesn't want to live in peace, I can not help them.

I came back from the village to my city. There is a big difference between the village and the city. There are many clean air, quiet, peace and beautyful viewes in the village. And there are many smog, noise and angry people in the city. I like peace and beauty and I don't like noise and angry people. The Russian writer said: "Beauty will save the world". I agree with him. Unfortunately, real beauty is far away from the cities.

A woman asked me: " Why do I need to love a beauty if our world is such horrible?" I didn't know what answered her. And the worst there are many people which think as this woman. The part of the world has already rejected God. Now people want to reject a beauty. What will be next?

People, people! God gave you eyes and devil took away vision. You are blind. You don't see the beauty around you. You see only  the glitter of gold and gold blinds you.

Autumn is charm for eyes. I like your farewell beauty. I like nature's magnificent fading, the forests with golden leaves... And I love A.S. Pushkin's poems. Unfortunately, it is impossible to translate it in English. The poems lose all meaning.

Nobody is interested in the genuine art . Art turns into policy. Art does not elevate Man, one makes Man the accomplice of political game. Art became the concealed weapon of the mediocre politicians. Art does humanity no good already. Now an artist is not God's servant. He is devil's servant. The contemporary artist serves evil and his works will be his incrimination in Doomsday because he breached a principle of art: carry the beauty to people.