65х82,
Canvas, oil, acrylic,
2024
Cries of seagulls over the Neva,
The wind is lost in my hair,
Peter, you are always with me,
In my thoughts, in my dreams…
Every time I part with you,
I dream of meeting again,
And as I walk along the Neva I imagine,
And as I feed the nimble seagulls from my hand…
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