We lived in the village of fisherman, we went to the river every day at 5 am in winter and summer. All the time arm waving when passing by. Once, it was going so I passed him with a sketchbook and think, why not write a portrait of him. Shout it from the hill, "Can you write on canvas?", he agreed, however, he had a bottle of vodka to fit. And so was born this portrait.
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