the fall of the svyadomast, i am another me, i am still supakaen not to the master himself, but yago gledachamatercolor, it is like some kind of meditation, plus , it suggests, well , my work is not entirely from nature, probably the impressions that i received from nature, passing through myself, plus the technique itself dictates, well some of your own game. winters, glazed partrets spring and spring in the open air, looking at the skin work, never-before-seen events in the australian plot and feeling outside, the atmosphere of the moment , guessing the meats that would have been known to most isha our belarusian nature, villages, garads, temples, memorials, beloved belarus is pasturing its carcinomas not from the pomp of its greatness, but from a strong jump. i am very glad that i came to this exhibition, and when i saw the first works, i was simply delighted, his works bring a highlight of beauty, purity, his work, this light exactly reflects my soul , the best impression of light, such kindness, where valery showed how he works with watercolors, and we could not help but make a full-fledg