Mel/Egor Melenin

You often came to a small port, where in autumn, winter and early spring there was almost no one... Canvas, paints, brushes and a few hours alone with yourself. For you it was a kind of relaxation...You moved your brush over the fabric, and with each stroke another “masterpiece” was drawn there...And then you come to the port, sit down on some large stone and prop up the canvas with your feet. And again the routine, stroke after stroke. The weather, as usual, was gray and gloomy, the sea was calm... It seems that you had hundreds of paintings with such a landscape, because other weather is quite rare here. You are so absorbed in your work that you almost don’t notice how a guy you don’t know appears next to you. He carefully sits down next to you, which makes you flinch... The guy is dressed in clothes that are strange for your city; You haven't seen many people in this style. A hat for a bald head, a scarf, a coat and a backpack thrown over the shoulders
-Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you...Do you mind if I...Sit next to you? You draw very beautifully
said the guy

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