1 April 2010. Sun and clouds, pool closed for cold water... April fools...
Georgy Andreev Abramov, in the tradition of the Diego Rivera, musical variant, a portly fellow in a shaggy suit, rounded shoes--his smile genuine, if a touch forced. In between, Krasovitskaya, then Bunchikov--the world of Soviet opera, 1953... The three of them, standing before a paysage--the long neo-classical promenade, with trees at determined intervals, planted symetrically, as if on stage. In the far distance, brief horizontal of a river view--water, the most stable of elements...
History itself being fungible...
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