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Twelve months Painting

Viktor Yukhimchuk

Ukraine

Painting, Watercolor on Paper

Size: 15 W x 11 H x 0.1 D in

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Twelve months Greek folk tale There used to be a woman who had five children. The poor have occupied their house. The woman did not know how to live. In contrast, a wealthy neighbor, also with five children, lived opposite. Here the poor was hired once a week for the rich to knead the dough, but no basket paid her for work. The children of the poor grew and grew more beautiful, and the children of the rich were infirm, pale in the face. - How does she feed them that they are so pampered? The rich envied. "She bakes your kids pastries out of your dough," a neighbor once told her. - How is it ?! - afflicted the rich. - And so, knead the dough for you, and the scraps do not scrape from your hands - so he returns home. - Good thing you told me, here I am feeding her kids! The next day, the rich forced the poor to wash their hands before going home. - How will I feed the children now? Cried the woman, returning home. The poor man took a bag and went to the forest for berries. And there it was rain. The woman ran for a long time, searching for caches when she saw - in the distance of the hut. "How happy I am," she thought. "Although I will warm up a little." She went into the hut and saw that twelve men were sitting at a large table - having lunch. "Hello," said the woman. "I'm very cold." Allow you to warm up. "Come on," they said, and when the woman walked away, they invited her to the table. - Thank you very much! She said, and sat down in the group. One brought her bread, the second meat, the third cheese, the fourth gave her fruit. After drinking, the woman again thanked. Then the old man in the coat asks: - Did the month of February hurt you? "No," the woman replied mildly, "I'm not angry at him at all." It increases day by day and shortens night. And what days are sunny, even dazzling! In February, the first flowers break out of the snow. February is an amazing month! - What about March? Asked the dark-haired boy. - Good, very good! In March, all nature awakens: the sky turns blue and the wind so warm and gentle! Everywhere the work is boiling. - What about April? - smiled another young man. - Can April be a bad month? Crops are sprouting in April. From autumn to spring, the rye has time to break through only one cream. Didn't I hear them say, "It grows in five months and five in a month"? It's about April. Don't you love him after that ?! - Then, maybe you don't like May? - asked the guy in a wreath of roses. - How can you not love May! Said the woman cheerfully. "Have you forgotten how it blooms all over the earth; and what trees, meadows; and the May smells, and the nightingales that flood in the night? This is a wonderful month! - But June has not so many flowers! Said the blond boy. - In June, wheat and rye, various vegetables reach. June is a blessing month! - What about July? The other boy asked. - Don't you know? - he wondered. - He collects threshers for currents, fills mills with grain, bakes bread. And what a beautiful day in July! Warm clothes are not necessary. And the poor man is fine. If you have nothing to wear, you can go barefoot. - And August? Asked the black-haired man. - This is a real month! - the good woman did not chase. - The branch bends down to the ground from sweet fruits! Miracle, not the moon! May he be healthy! - How about you September? Another asked. - Good, very good. He is all happy because it is time for him to gather grapes, figs, beans, and corn. And the days of his foam are like black grapes. - What do people say about October? Do they like it? Said another. - Of course, my dear, how can they not love this month! In October, people collect olives, make oil from them. What could be better? We look forward every year. October and November. We are excited about this month as well. "But people don't seem to like the winter months very much," said his grandfather, wrapped in a warm casing, with an older man sitting next to him, also in a casing. "And these months bring comfort," said the poor woman, "because when they start snowing, frostbite, people gather at home, sit by the rough and rest from great things: they tell tales, different tales, adventures. The best vacation you can hardly find! Snow covers the ground and warms winter. The winter months are as good as any other. They do a good job ... Thank you for the bread-salt, it's time for me to go home, "the woman finished and stood up." The children must have waited ... After all, I left them alone, a poor thing ... "Wait," the eldest said to her and whispered something to the young man who was sitting nearby. He took the bag from the woman, went out into another room and soon returned. - Take your bag, - said the oldest, - and look, you will open it only at home. The poor woman came home, poured everything out of her bag, and there - gold! It was covered with berries only from above. The woman is very happy. Then she went to the bazaar, bought bread, cheese. On the same day, having dinner, a happy woman with her children lay down to sleep. And the next day she bought two sacks of grain, a donkey, and went to the mill. There she was met by a wealthy neighbor. She looked suspiciously and asked: - What is it in you? - Flour. - And whose? - Mine! - Oh really? - asked the rich man. - Where did you get it? You have no money! The poor woman told her everything. Rich envy. - I will go and I, - she was kindled with desire, - maybe they will give me gold too. That same day, the bagpiper hurried to the woods. She found a hut where they had lived for twelve months and went inside. They were sitting at the table for the first time, having lunch. "Hello," said the bogeyman. - It was healthy! - replied the months. - What brought you to us? - I'm a poor, unhappy woman, give me gold! My kids are hungry! Such is my grief! .. - Do not fight, because yes! Sit down, have a rest with us. Bogachka sat in the band, got drunk, talked. - Did the month of February hurt you? Asked the old man in the casing. - Sure! Let him be the Greek, the ferocious curvature! Just let him mock people. - March will come tomorrow, so people will warm up, - the dark-haired boy intervened. - Let's warm up, where is it! March is a worse month than February. He knocks over us. We take off our warm clothes, and here again the cold! The same in April, May. We only swallow shivers. - So, you probably like the summer months? Asked the blond boy. - Bloody months! "The heat and the dust - you can get away from them." It is even difficult to breathe. Only sweat pours all day. Miracle to them, hell to them, to those months! .. In the summer, their hands are not lying. - In the summer months come September, October, November. True, then a little cooler? The old man asked. ' - Then it is absolutely hell for us! Rain, wind, mist. I want to see at least a ray of sunshine, and where there! We sit in the house by the lamp. What can be said about them? - What about the winter months? Asked his grandfather with a white beard. "What do you take from them," said the woman, "they are the only ones who do harm to the people." Snow covered, northern winds blow. What can the poor do when there is no logs in the house? Very bad and evil winter months, older. Better not be them! .. Well, now it's time for me to go home. The old man whispered something to the young man, he took the bag into the bagpipes and went to another room; he soon returned. "Take your bag," the oldest said, "but look, you'll just open it at home." Bogachka, happy, went home. - Man, children, go frown here, see what I brought - yelled in joy. But neither the man nor the children at home were just there. She locked herself in her room and poured everything out of her bag. And there were vipers. They rushed at her and had a snack. So cruel, an evil woman found her grief. A poor, good woman lived happily ever after and raised her children.

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Painting:Watercolor on Paper

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Size:15 W x 11 H x 0.1 D in

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I was born in the village Nahoryany, near Dubno, Ukraine. Live in Dubno all my life. .I work in different styles and genres using oil and aquarelle paints, gouache, and also make graphics. Mostly my works are book illustrations. How do i draw my drawings? I make grimaces near the mirror when looking for a needed emotion. I love silence. Like working in the night when the city is asleep. I strive to create expressive images, convey emotions, human behavior. Also I love and paint nature: landscapes, flowers. It is important for me to know that one can find interest in my works, so that I would know my work was not in vain.

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