By the creek after rain

Just 5 kilometers from Minsk... A small hamlet. It's like we're in the Belarusian hinterland: old colorful houses, open wickets, a cobbled street, cows grazed... The transformer is buzzing... In the very nizin of the village there is a well. Everyone knows about him, but many have never walked the path that runs nearby!.. And we went. The creek. Cold that teeth are pounding. Birds sing. From the water after the rainstorm rises the evaporine, and all the drops shine with bright lights on wet foliage. Through the thick, evening, humid air, the evening sun breaks through... Beauty is such that not to convey. It was so lovely and exhilarating that tears came in front of his eyes. And this picture is an attempt to convey all the magic of that golden foggy, warm and light moment. To protect against dust and moisture, the painting is covered with a layer of varnish, and there is a hink on the back side for which it can be hung on the wall.

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