Fyodor Emelianenko, the last emperor

The other day I learned the continuation of the saying One is not a warrior in the field, it sounds like this: And one is a warrior in the field, since he is cut in Russian!
This is definitely about the great fighter Fedor Vladimirovich Emelianenko. Such a modest and strong person, I remember only in Russian fairy tales. Such heroes were. From the epic keepers of the Russian land, to the glorified monks Peresvet and Oslyaba, blessed by Sergius of Radonezh to go with Prince Dmitry Donskoy to the Kulikovo field, and again to fear the enemies, delight and protection of the native land, champion and recognized and popular, our Hero.

When I was writing this picture, a film about him was shown on TV, and it turned out not only about him, but about our entire difficult Russia. And we have strength and innumerable riches, but we just do not push it all out, we do not put it on display, because of that we seem poor and backward, but the Native Land will start up and the sun will shine over our courtyard! The paint spreads like mercury, shimmers covered with varnish and sparkles when applied in layers like patterned, precious jasper.
It is absolutely impossible to accurately repeat these bulk textures, how to enter the same river twice. But I love to rethink the topic and another gem is born.
The power and amazing effect of my Nobby is that any, the most unpresentable interior becomes ultra-modern, the space acquires brightness and aspiration for the future. The brain starts to work at triple speeds and the picture begins to nourish you with positive, creative energy.
Sometimes my autograph, in the lower right corner, as Titian taught, is written in Latin, but here I decided in Russian, because He is ours, the flesh of the flesh of the Russian hero!