Sunny Evening. Borovsk

Not a secret, that many artists scoop sources of the inspiration in any certain corner of the ground.
There, according to unknown us to laws of the nature, heart of the artist starts to fight in a unison with world around, and its feelings most brightly to be reflected in a canvas.

Such place for me five years ago became the ancient Russian city of Borovsk, whose history begins in XII century, I Remember the first sensations: up to improbability beautiful,
The fantastic nature! The fluffy willows tenderly declining the crones above transparent water извивисто струящейся of the river Protvy.
Majestic pine forest which so is beautiful at light of last beams of the sun. A juicy grass and the boundless sea of field colors.
Butterflies, dragonflies in it заповедном to edge can sit down without ceremony on a hand and with this trustfulness to amaze up to depth of soul. Fast рыбешки which it is visible through transparent water.
About something beautifully singing birds. Air filled by any unusual aromas with which it is simply impossible to inhale.
And, certainly, the set of the temples reigning above this world and doing is even finer than it…