The Price of Life

“The Price of Life” is not just a painting, it is a frozen story, written in dry pastel on canvas. It captures a panorama of the great steppes, where bare hills, like giants, are immersed in thick evening fog. This fog, mysterious and mystical, envelops everything, giving the picture a special atmosphere. The last rays of the setting sun break through the veil, touching the tops of the grass, and illuminate the bare bones scattered across the steppe. These are the remains of warriors who fell in a great battle, evidence of a past where blood was shed and destinies were intertwined in a tragic dance.


But the picture is not only about death. It features a lonely traveler, whose figure is silhouetted against the background of the sunset. He is alone against the backdrop of the silent steppe, but there is something unshakable in his image. He remembers those distant days, paying tribute to the memory of his fallen brothers. He keeps their valor and heroic death in his heart, passing on the story to future generations. He is the only hope that the memory of the great days of the past will not be forgotten, and that the spirit of the heroes will continue to live in the hearts of people.


“The Price of Life” is an immersion in history, in the tragic beauty of war and in the unshakable strength of spirit. This is a reminder that life and death are inextricably linked, and the memory of heroes is a legacy that must be protected.