I. Ryakhovskaya. Music by Paul Mauriat "Symphony of the Sun and the Sea".
BY PICTURES OF MASTERS
From the rough soil of grey canvas
the essence of the objects appears under the brush,
and the quiet glow of warm faces
in the light-air aura, it flows.
Everything breathes and lives…
Poppies sprout with hot blood
from the canvas, waving in the grass.
And I remembered the scarlet fields
roadsides on Greek soil
and the praises of ancient Olynthus…
And poppies of childhood: snow-white Sevastopol,
behind the house is a field of poppies, and until you pass it,
not enough children's strength to fight with a dope dream.
And the scarlet flame trembles before my eyes,
as if it was all yesterday, –
but through life I feel that heat…
Looking at things and the landscape,
I go further and deeper, behind the frame
and I'm sinking into the otherworldly,
into a world created by brush and talent,
I smell flowers and herbs
and I hear the sound of a silver stream.
There's a bunch of grapes on a copper platter,
the languor of the sun's juices oozes out.
And a cool breeze blows over
the figure of a woman leaning over a child.
Her smile turned to him,
I'm strangely familiar with it –
that's how my mother looked at me…
And the golden light at noon, all illuminated,
pulsating, emanates from within.
And warms ...