This night I experimented with my forgotten for a long time pastel pencils and the liner. I have found somewhere the old not finished sketch of the girl with a swallow.

As I finished this drawing a remarkable idea has come to my head. I have quietly fastened drawing on a refrigerator, preliminary having written to the daddy a good morning wish. He was so happy... *^^*
It so wonderful and easy, simply to share warmth with the loved ones, just without any special meaning or reason.

Behind this picture there is one of the most joyful memories of my childhood.

I don't remember, how old I was. Somewhere around ten.

It was the strong summer thunder-storm: a thunder, lightnings, a downpour was just a wall of water. I was with my friends, we hid under the entrance-roof.
I have noticed the small black body beaten to the earth by a downpour - a swallow. It violently flopped on asphalt and so for the first time in my life I have noticed - they cannot fly up from the earth, too long wings, too short pads. But very tenacious claws at them, aww... It was painful. But somehow I was able to wrap poor thing in a towel.


Than this awful rain has come to an end.

There was a warm summer sun, and we were more black than a cloud, it seemed to us that the poor birdie dies and fights in agony. Somehow it has turned out so, that I was left all alone with a dying swallow in hands, nobody wished to see its death and left.
The strange children's logic has prompted to me to put it on the sun, on a hillock, to dry its feathers and calm it down. About an hour has passed, and bird still was alive and it seemed to me, it wishes to fly up again. I took a swallow in my hands then and, having unwound a towel, have thrown it upwards. Not so high, actually. It fell in a grass. Then I have thrown it once again. And it has flied up... High... in blue, painfully bright sky. I don't remember, when I felt happier.

I remember it as it was yesterday. That blue sky... And surprisingly beautiful, solemn, laconic gesture - a wave of wings.


(Sorry for the lame English. This wall of text was really tough for me to translate)