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Love in the artist's life, is a theme for inspiration and creativity, or for depression and falls.
How many masterpieces have been created under her influence. But much remained in the shadows, in a secret.
People are long gone, and their words reach us from the depths of time, light-filled life and the warmth of loving hearts.
Here are excerpts from the letters (not published), one no longer young and very patient artist Mikhail S. to one young woman. (works as a consultant of the Tretyakov Gallery). It is significant that the letters marked April 1945.
"Why is your letter in a pink envelope, I was afraid to open, I felt it that something was wrong for me, but it was the opposite. But it wafted at me sadly, if your recollection of my youth, Her beauty - of joy, such good memories not everyone has. "
"O my dove, my sun. Again I go back to your last letter, such a gentle, dear, and signed "Natasha". For me this is "Natasha" as it is touching and all this touching letter. The mere fact, as you describe your desire to be for me, "a cheerful, beautiful, light, and it is for me, dear !!!... And what touched me, this is your wish that summer I worked for the soul. Thank you, darling, I will try to fulfill your desire, .. But he planned, it is necessary to do it now, but it has never done, really very annoying life. With your influence on me, your help, I will master and succeed, if not masterpieces, then interesting things ... Yesterday you did not come, but as I waited for you. I really wanted you to see the portrait, though it is an easy job - moonlighting, and thanks to you, as always in my thoughts and in this work is that the profound and noble.
"Yesterday you did not come, and it already has affected me, today was not himself, could not work again, and slept during the day, only in the evening took up his brush ...
Hot kiss your hands and it is only in the letter, but in reality not dare to. "