I specifically made just such a compilation. Job Plastova to force touching, poetic feeling is one of lushih, if not the best in the artist. Edge of the young birch forest sparkles its white curved trunks and rustling gold falling leaves. Young shoots fir-trees, shrubs, already naked and brownish in autumn grass. In the foreground, in the grass, her face buried in the ground, a wounded boy shepherd. The enemy flying. Dog - each shepherdess - barks at him, looks around troubled flock, but the enemy is far away.
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