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From fairest creatures we desire increase, That thereby beauty's rose might never die, But as the riper should by time decease, His tender heir might bear his memory: But thou, contracted to thine own bright eyes, Feed'st thy light's flame with self-substantial fuel, Making a famine where abundance lies, Thyself thy foe, to thy sweet self too cruel. Thou that art now the world's fresh ornament And only herald to the gaudy spring, Within thine own

                                                                        bud buriest thy content,

And, tender churl, mak'st waste in niggarding:

Pity the world, or else this glutton be,

To eat the world's due, by the grave and thee.

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It's a pity there is no goose feather in my hand, Not like a poet, I scored points ... Our whole life is a card game Under the keen gaze of the highest katala ... It is unclear who shuffled the deck, But all the edges are marked with a needle ... Bottom line - one eats barbecue, the other in the barbecue Dives with a reckless head ... Of course you can, if you're lucky And change the color and the snout in the picture ... But if, I'm sorry, luck

                                                                        is not rushing,

Then your fellow traveler is a "resident" from the fly ...

I try not to be smart in my trump cards ...

There are more chances of a quick hang-up.

But I also don't like six ...

I just want to be myself ...

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The violin that sounds eternity will survive the time-worn books again will sound as gentle as the touch of rose petals, prickly, but so tender and desirable. Crystals and moonlight dreams mystic and lunatic drenched in lusciousness of tinsel rains scattering inebriating hues and tints mindboggling silences lead the way for violin ritournelles drawn and conjured meditations and illusions starlet laughter and subliminal transcendent luminescence

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A painting written in the style of plentalism. A very sophisticated and painstaking technique, similar to cloth weaving. Gallery canvas stretch. The serpent (the image of Satan), who "was more cunning than all the beasts of the field created by the Lord God," persuaded Eve to try the fruit of the forbidden Tree of Knowledge of Good and Evil by the tricks and cunning. ... After that God made clothes for the people and sent a man out of the Garden of

                                                                        Eden "to cultivate the land from which he was taken."

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I so want to go home ... I want to come back as soon as possible. Arriving, say: "Dear, I missed you so much, you won't believe it! " I so want to see you My city, home, family ... Everything is there, on that land Where they took me from. I so want to go back Where she was born, she lived. I so want to wake up Where the war ended. I want to learn so much And visit places Who to fall in love with I did not succeed with ease.

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The painting is written in the style of pntalism. The reason was the following story. It happened in Alaska. In the city of Nome, an epidemic of diphtheria began, which threatened to kill all children. A vaccine was urgently needed, which was not available in the city. The owner of the best dog team in town went to get the vaccine. On the way back, the team was caught by a blizzard. The dogs, straining all their strength, walked and walked forward.

                                                                        But gradually, exhausted, they, one after another, lay down in the snow, with a look asking forgiveness from the owner. The man was also exhausted.

And only the leader Balt did not give up

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Already, the night lamp goes out, under the dome, the sconce. And the stars disappeared from heaven yesterday. There is a pre-dawn lilac forest; elves fly in it and there are many wonders ... ... Lilac haze of fog, shrouded in.  Before the holiday of Light, there is a minute left! A moment - and with Light, from thousands of candles, an armada of Messengers - Rays will burst in! .. Parallels fly like arrows of light. The Master is the Shooter who

                                                                        achieves the goal!

... A veil flies onto the shoulders of trees.

... And the earth was covered with a beautiful shawl ..,

of delicate flowers. So, the lilac forest

meets from the Sun, the Messengers of heaven.

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The tired sky burst into tears heavy clouds shaking on tender shoulders. The air was alarmed, frightened by an early thunderstorm. And a weak sprout, not having time to be born, is staggering. Earthly nature froze in mute expectation pierced by languor - what awaits her this time? Cool water spills life-giving moisture il earth flood flood of sins of men? The landscape is divided with a horizon strip in contrast: a lead sky ready to fall from heaven

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and the meekness of divine nature in trembling colors.

And it became not clear - where the angel lives, and where the demon ...

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Silence is gold. It's time to remember the immortal lines of Mark Twain, who urges you never to argue with stupid people who lower you to their level in order to skillfully crush the experience of their stupidity/ I don't see anything, I don't hear anything, I won't say anything to anyone. Silence is gold. Scholars believe that these sayings provide protection from evil, and Japan adopted these philosophical sayings from China around the 8th century.

                                                                        It's simple: you don't need to see evil, hear it and talk about it, then it won't touch you.

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This work was inspired by 10 Shakespeare's sonnets, which are written on the canvas. The piece is made in the style of plentalism. For shame deny that thou bear'st love to any, Who for thyself art so unprovident. Grant, if thou wilt, thou art beloved of many, But that thou none lov'st is most evident; For thou art so possess'd with murd'rous hate, That 'gainst thyself thou stick'st not to conspire, Seeking that beauteous roof to ruinate Which to

                                                                        repair should be thy chief desire:

O change thy thought, that I may change my mind!

Shall hate be fairer lodged than gentle love?

Be as thy presence is, gracious and kind,

Or to thyself at least kind-hearted prove:

Make thee another self, for love of me,

That beauty still may live in thine or thee.

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Dedicated to my beloved cat Matsik. It's a pity that we live so long and trample must come to terms with how our younger friends are leaving. This is how the world works. Perhaps they live so shortly to give us something that is sometimes so lacking - love.

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It happened in Alaska. In the city of Nome, an epidemic of diphtheria began, which threatened to kill all children. A vaccine was urgently needed, which was not available in the city. The owner of the best dog team in town went to get the vaccine. On the way back, the team was caught by a blizzard. The dogs, straining all their strength, walked and walked forward. But gradually, exhausted, they, one after another, lay down in the snow, with a look

                                                                        asking forgiveness from the owner.