AUTUMN LEAF FALL

My childhood was spent in the "sleeping area" of old two-story houses built in Azov after the Great Patriotic War by captured Germans. And the color and the special atmosphere of abandonment, shady old acacias that reigned in this courtyard, closed from prying eyes, filled me with memories and impressions, which was expressed later in my multiple sketches and sketches. And how this corner of my childhood was transformed in autumn, when golden-purple leaf fall covered all the nooks and roofs of dilapidated buildings, and the characteristic and measured rustle of the janitors broom pacified and calmed with its unhurried rhythm of life.