A few days ago the Boeing 767 safely crossed two time zones and returned my old bones in Tashkent.
Houses all as before. And mom and cat.
That's just my art gallery has become smaller.
On the walls there were empty seats on the pictures taken. But it's just me or do not care for my paintings and sculptures We began to intensively move the house to the people I love.
The trip was a success.
Russian Ministry of Health did not find me either AIDS or syphilis or tuberculosis, or drug addiction. That's just about alcoholism no one asked, and he said nothing.
Besides vodka and beer for bacon and fish can boast but only in the last twenty years of visiting the baths and participation in agricultural hinterland in the black earth Russia. In his spare time, and it was a hell, painted two pictures (see. Attachments).
1. BLACK HOLE - inspired by the television channel National Geographic, in which Morgan Freeman regularly scares people crazy cosmogonic ideas of the unfortunate Stephen Hawking. The hole, however, turned out I did not really black. But rather white.
2. Chapel on the riverbank ZUSHI - is really existing gorgeous chapel erected is not known when on the high bank of the river Zushi, in honor of St. Nicholas. It offers a wonderful view of the town of Mtsensk, known atrocities of its people. Raven, however, was not about her. I moved them to the picture from another place this nice town. Well, the black soul - is the fruit of my sick imagination. Bye then.