Kuzma Petrov-Vodkin. The Space Of Euclid (№ 94168)

In moments of udruzenja everything becomes depressing. Roman Campagna did not please me at that moment her fall on twilight. As the bones dug graves, were white and grizzled ruins of monuments. Too much seemed to babble nonsense people in its history, by the way, and inappropriately bringing in all the heated fervor. And when navatanee was beautiful and as we walked by, leaving a tiny aesthetic pleasantness. Boring, crappy niece of despair crushed my soul...