Young month in the July evening (etude)

This etude was remembered to me by it was necessary what to write it, literally costing in an ant hill. It turned out it not at once and when passion began to pass, and something began to turn out. Unexpectedly it turned out, that on me, этюднику and even to a canvas cheerfully move small муравьишки.
Пригорок on which I stood in general was full ants, and the pine in the shade which I was hidden from the evening sun in the underground roots suited a haven for small owners пригорка. It was more complex to come there for the second day to finish an etude. Here it was already small feat, as a body ached a bit from stings a little.
Besides, ants already began to get used to me both their quantity and speed of capture of new territory have increased repeatedly. But - art requires victims. It was necessary to endow myself and to disappoint hundred two ants whom I later not without effort have ruthlessly expelled from этюдника.