Those colors are a "smear" for someone, Someone is not sure what, a little surprise. Someone will say "store-bought painting", But in fact it is a deep breath. For those who breathed the purity of the sky, For those who have walked higher and higher. For those who don't need anything else, Who on the mountain whispered "oh... beautiful..." When he accepted the invitation from the eternal Carpathians, When you were sleeping in a tent in the forest, you wanted to be hugged because you couldn't be hugged? Your appearance in the mountains is the moment, You may not be seen by the mountains. But if you don't learn this instrument of nature, They won't forgive you in heaven. "There, the meadows are a canvas, Streams, forests, everything that Mother Nature draws. There is wind, rain on the body wet cloth, There are flowers and rocks. And I see the clouds painted as well, They all go without adjusting the route. When you see a person, you are surprised, As if you have found a red ruta. For those who have seen the greatness of their native mountains, Those who have seen the majesty of their native mountains. That person has something to catch your eye, In these "living" paintings.
