I recently searched through the house in search of my watches.
Hours I can not find where they were carefully searched.
They were found later. And in another place.
But I found a dusty sofa wide board, which is ideal as a canvas for a long-planned picture.
In my notebook there are about ten stories with the romantic name "Ocean". And one of them, I finally realized this serious board.
This picture somehow gives me a very warm feeling. By the way, coloring of waves in the ocean is made in strict accordance with the the famous phrase about hunters and pheasant.
Tashkent life goes smoothly. Global Relocation stopped. Liveable floor area is not for sale.
Now climb to the head crazy idea to take a seaside hectare, strengthened advertised on TV.
Sowed it with moss. And they dwelt there a deer, which will eat the moss.
And to sit next to the tent and drinking moonshine brewed from the same moss and litter from oleneva. and to conduct slow conversations crazy with my dirty white hairy friend.
Well, that's all.
It is not yet in a madhouse.
P.S.Moh and deer in Primorye probably not grow, I've made a mess of something.