"The light flashed brightly. Slowly he walked across the living room. He moved towards the wall covered with plastic. It was still hung. "I'm drawing you..." He slowly took a couple of steps. "You..." echoed from the depths of his soul. He stopped. , looked around, as if making sure that there was no one around. “I’m drawing you”... - she laughed... Looking around, he did it unconsciously, in his heart he didn’t want anyone to see this fresco. “Show me what’s there...” - sometimes he said. “You...” she smiled mysteriously. There were sparks of merriment in his eyes. He didn’t want to see it himself... There were still jars of paint on the floor, and brushes of different hardness lay on the floor. He didn’t pay attention to this. that was hiding behind the improvised curtain. Under the pressure of his hand, the curtain easily moved to the side, providing a full view. He looked around each contour slowly, a heavy wave of awareness descended on his shoulders, and further, as he examined the fruits of her labors. Long and painstaking. It took over the whole body... I wanted to laugh, but he didn’t even smile. It was too bitter in my soul. Disgusting and disgusting. He slowly went into a stupor. He stared at the very center of the wall, unable to tear himself away. Can it really be like that? How could she draw this? This and nothing else? Did nothing else come into her smart, beautiful head? Only Eva’s sick imagination could depict such a thing... Only she...”