Romantic Assorted ... | Where there is love, there is no need to words ...

Romantic Assorted ... | Where there is love, there is no need to words ...

Love and be loved!

Once again, we are silent with you at the meeting,
Why the word, since there eyes?
You put your hands on my shoulders,
And I want to tell you,
How I miss for you,
As I do not have enough you
But just look at his eyes with love
And I know you understand me.
Compress you in my arms
And you give me your affection,
I feel so warm and so nice,
I gasp of love.

Hot lips Touch -
A piece of your heat.
Oh, those wonderful moments
Burn down my soul!
In my eyes you look sweet look
Kiss me again and again,
And no I do not need words.
I can feel your love.
It is in your mouth, in his eyes,
At the touch of gentle hands.
Where there is love, there is no need to words,
There will tell all heart knock!

 

View of Manhattan from Queens

Alexander Miliukov | Nostalgia sea Crimea ...

Alexander Miliukov | Nostalgia sea Crimea ...
 

Artist Alexander Miliukov

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Hello, Crimean hot summer!
Panoramas sharp turn:
Summer warmed the soul of kindness
And as the sea, she sings ...

The cries of seagulls and the sound of the surf.
Pine trees, rocks, away lighthouse ..
The sea, once again waking up with you,
Sunsets drink your brandy.

How severe teeth Ai-Petri,
How cool green Canyon! ..
Serpentine your kilometers
Crimea, decorated with my summer.

Yalta Beach, run forward,
On the waves of accelerating its pace!
Black sea, every evening
I hasten to you on a date.

 

Ships - lights - by ...
Sailing, called for a ...
Well you will remain a favorite song -
Song the one that sang the surf!

Native landscapes Sergeya Basov!

Native landscapes Sergey Basov.

(Background music: Frolov, Ganeeva, Ziganshin - Nightingale)



Sergey Basov was born in Yoshkar-Ola in 1964. He graduated from Kazan
Aviation Institute, while studying which continued to take a great interest in painting - a favorite childhood pastime. Having no formal art education diplomas, Sergei honed their skills on their own. Now work Basov indispensable participants International artsalonov in the Central House of Artists and Art Manege. The artist continues the tradition of Russian classical landscape painting XIX veka.Iskusstvovedy Sergey Basov called one of the best representatives of modern Russian realism, noting his impeccable taste, amazing poetic perception of the world and a perfect painting technique.

Many of our compatriots go abroad for a long time, is taken to a foreign friends a gift or just as a souvenir piece of Russia, captured in landscapes bass. Indescribable beauty of nature over the Russian average strip artist conveys on his canvases in a fine, lyrical style, with surprising warmth and love. His quivering works deservedly compared with picturesque elegies, so they are poetic. According to critics, Basov - very sensitive artist who wants to get "maximum tone truth." (Maria Avvakumov)

Better Angels Red White & Blue

When, exhausted by work,
The fire of my soul dried up,
Yesterday I went reluctantly
In devastated birch.

On the smooth silk site
Whose tone was green and purple,
Stood in a slender mess
Rows of silver trunks.

Through the short distance
Between the trunks, through the foliage,
Heaven evening radiance
Throws shadows on the grass.

Was he tired the hour of sunset,
Dying hour, when
Total loss sadder us
Unfinished work.



Two of the world is a person:
One, which he did,
The other, from which we century
We create within our capabilities.

Inconsistencies are huge,
And, despite the interest,
Birch grove Kolomna
Do not repeat my miracles.

Soul wandering in the invisible,
His tales full,
Blind eye accompanied
The nature of the external it.

So, probably, thought naked,
Once thrown into the wilderness,
In itself exhausted,
My soul feels.

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