life goes on, the new year arrived, the time fray on the table as flour sifted through a sieve ... unnoticed, but some slag still remains on the surface ... I gathered that the slag and left yesterday in the old year) did last year was more than saturated) was recorded radio production, was a mega tusovka to me the 20-year anniversary, there were numerous trips to Peter, the first and hopefully only raging quarrel with her beloved, Gelendzhik Tuapse, a lot of new acquaintances Yakut (hello ayhalu and peace)), a trip to Kiev, new experiences, knowledge, and most importantly - the emotions) svezhak!) well and a new year I have already managed to go to the hero-city of Murmansk, Peter, to pass the session and go yesterday with his brother in the Tretyakov Gallery, the first time in my 4 year stay in Moscow (shame on me). must to say I'm very sorry that did not get there before) pictures insane beauty, great artists, and thoughts like - finally I can see it "live"), Serov, Repin and Kuindzhi, Levitan, Sorokin, Aivazovsky, with its raging sea, Perov, and his portraits. though of course those pictures by Aivazovsky, which are represented in the Tretyakov Gallery and the next are not worth the "ninth wave" in a Russian museum, or his "rainbow" ... Most certainly, felts due to the fact that I'm a girl, toli because she was tired and at the end is not drawn attention to detail, the look caught on the "dirt-poor girl-Spaniard" Sorokina ... she is ... mystery, though calls the pity ... there are so precisely drawn details shows subtle color ... very attracted by her eyes, girls with eyes of adult women are insulted.
but in general I'm good)
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