Artist / Художник
Artist under spruce
puts a high tripod,
whistling quietly
and writes a forest road.
Look at his feet -
Chamomile flowers, plantain.
It starts with them.
Such a neat painter.
It prevents the ink
and most of all concerned
purple heather -
Verge small miracle.
He hears
as the wind plays with the bush milkweed,
movement of leaves
twenty paces differences.
Autumn stozhok before him,
as god is low,
stands, arms akimbo,
thickets of yellow sedge.
And the proximity of the river
He feels stuffy in the forest -
edge of the colorful palette
by ultramarine clears.
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