I looked at the statue of Apollon in the only album, which was in my childhood.
I am lying, I read the book about Venetian artists. There are passion. Titian hates Tintoretto using Veronese as an instrument of revenge. Everyone follows each other, rod equipment, plots, manner and models. Venice sits with popcorn and drags, approximately as from Holivar in Facebook. In short, Suspantly.
Liran comes, sees the beautiful nude Susanna, begins to flip:
- Mom, do you read about artists?
- Yes.
- Do you want to be like them?
- .... Yes.
- Well, beautiful, beautifully (stares on sleeping Venus), just not visible anything that is there at hand ...
Litches the entire section "Nutrition":
- Do they paint so much? So not see the main thing?
- Well, of course. The artist does not draw what he fell. Everything is thought out, from poses to the position of the hands.
"Mmmm ... I would like to look at these women normally, so that everything could be visible (returns to Susanne and stroke her by the hip).
Adam runs, squeezes between us and the nose in the album:
- Ahahahaha! Ahahahahahahaha! Ahahahahahaha! Ooooooo ... Ooooooai ... All naked! What is it specifically painted? For laughter, yes? Stand ... Vernel. Give this again. Ahahahahaha! The most funny! Looks - the son came to her, the crown from the garden brought, she puts on his head. And she is naked, all slept, ahahahaha! Mum! Videl?! Like me! I also did the crown in the garden and brought you, remember?
- Yes. It is Venus, the goddess of beauty, and the "son" of her is the God of Love.
- Yes? God? What kind of kindergarten he?!
Further one of those meaningless dialogues when you try to instill a culture (goddess, myth, beauty), and he is trying to awaken in you common sense (naked! The son has already returned from the garden, the crown brought, the cutlet asks, and she slept all day, did not get up yet!)
And here we are semi-roving, demiglier with Adam, and I see the edge of the eye, as Liran continues to look thoughtfully on Susanna. I remember this look. I looked at the statue of Apollon in the only album, which was in my childhood. A strange experience - something happens, but you do not understand that. I remember, and now I learned this view from Liar - "Loading ... Loading ..." - Neurons write a copy with a tintoretto with might and transfer the future aesthetic ideal on the inner side of the iris.