We suddenly come autumn. Tashkent and the sun had not bothered. And soon there will be only please.
Liveable floor area is not for sale and the long-awaited house with garden and kitchen garden It remains in ILLUSIONS.
And one must leave immediately, for the Tashkent fate has prepared me only two similar end: either come back to the old rake and get a second stroke, or die from stab wounds in my workshop.
Here the other day after a careless movement in my face hit a dozen of needles, needles, brushes and pens.
Only Saint Nicholas, who is constantly looking at my face with a nasty old icon from a distance of 50 cm, took all the blades on the left eye. And I am escaped with only a small wound on the eyelid and a bruise.
Along the way, sending his next self-portrait.
By the way, my army pranks I think our naturalistic experiments with the animals depicted in the picture. Here for example the second bottom hairy character, This phalanx. And she, in spite of the absence in the frail body of any poisonous glands, easily kill a poisonous scorpion.
Probably due to the will to win and his four jaws, which move asynchronously. And my jaw just two, and they are no longer full. So poisonous scorpion I was not too tough.
Bye then. Kisses,