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31/03/2015

Drooping eyelids, I see ..... Boris Red Fall (Autumn diary)

Drooping eyelids, I see ..... Boris Red Fall (Autumn diary)

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Recently, drooping eyelids, I see the autumn. Rather, the autumn park. Even when Morgan, for a moment he stretches out in front of me with his black trees and fallen leaves. In the park, leaning against his shoulder against a tree, a tall, thin man. His shadow is not distinguished from the shade of a tree. Recently - sunset.

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Recently, drooping eyelids, I see the autumn ....

At first I thought it was - the memory. When I was a kid, my parents used to take a walk in the park. Most often in the fall. I ran ahead of them, and when tired, my father took me on his shoulders. I was in a gray plaid coat, blue scarf, knit top collar, and a cap, which is fastened under the chin.

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I remember that hat pricked my neck. I was nervous of it, sometimes - crying. However, I almost always crying. Crying because I do not know how well run, as they can the other children can not play ball, fight. Cried because I had curly hair, and I could not comb them parted like a little boy, who loved this little girl. Cried because I was not they who have seen me smile, not realizing that I was crying. Now I'm not crying. Do not cry, but, drooping eyelids, I see the autumn. At first I thought it was - the memory.
Boris Red (Autumn diary)

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"I take silk as his collaborator, the diversity of its textures allows you to create all sorts of things. My other co-author, my source of inspiration - is, of course, St. Petersburg, he was inspired not only the beauty of its architecture, but also the delicate color combinations, gloss Neva matt granite. Of course, and the city of my childhood, Baku, where a lot of sun, flowers, where almost no winter, also affects my work. From there, perhaps, my love for the sea and floral motives. "

  The author of works Perelёshina Irina (pereleshina). Saint - Petersburg

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Music: Richard Clayderman - Lettre A Ma Mere

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