Otel' - Prakh Viacheslav

"I've been waking up with a single woman for four years. I washed it every day. I combed her long curly hair, washed her dresses and called it part of my soul. I was able to compare the morning dawn of July with her sleepy smile. I told her that God's life and colors were very different and that her breathing would be somewhere in the middle of the life of one and the other.
She loved red apples, and I loved her. I also loved to draw still lifes..."