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.
“ There are lonely artists. They do not find any response or recognition during their lifetime. Away from the generations of their time, from the rapidly arising and drifting away “requests”, “directions” and “currents”, they contemplate and create their own, lonely, appealing as if not even to people (“Accept! Delve into ! Heal and get wiser ! ”), but to God (“Receive my lonely prayer!”). They do not turn away from people, but people turn away from them: people look but do not see, listen but do not hear, or, in the words of Heraclitus, " absent being present”. I. Ilyin “The Lonely Artist”. - I was four years old when my older brother was given colored pencils. I took these pencils and said: "I won't give them back ." And a person dear to me, my mother's sister, said: "Don't touch him, he will be an artist." (V. M.) ValentinMassow was born in 1937, on the centenary of the death of A.S. Pushkin , in the family of a provincial doctor an...
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