Painting "The Return of the Sun"
oil on canvas, mixed media, 70x80, 2022
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And suddenly it became fresh and cheerful, as if the whole earth was washed at once, and the sky lit up, and all the trees smelled of bark needles and buds. That's when, as if over all the sounds, a special, triumphant cry broke out, flew out and covered everything, similar as if all people could shout joyfully in harmonious harmony:
- Victory, victory!
- What is it? Nastya asked, delighted.
- Father said: this is how cranes greet the sun...
— M.Prishvin "Storeroom of the sun"
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It seems to me sometimes that soldiers,
From the bloody fields that did not come,
They did not lie down in this land once,
And they turned into white cranes.
— Rasul Gamzatov