The plot of the picture: Man: Here. I recognize this gait a mile away. My sorceress, my enchantress. Today, her red curls are pulled under a hat. Last spring, I remember how the sun played in her red hair, and her cheek was covered with freckles. There was not a single free space left on them. Oh, you are my French girl. Although, you are not French, you are Irish, and the real one. Your red hair, your cheeks with freckles, your pale skin, akin to your blue dress.... So, I’m daydreaming, I’m going. Try not to look in that direction, be a man. Woman: Oh, God, God, God, I think it's him. He's coming. God, how my heart began to beat. I wonder if he noticed me, does he recognize me? I want his heart to beat in his chest like mine. God, how I missed him. But he is still the same: thoughtful, imperturbable. I wonder if he will see me or not. I'm walking on the opposite side of the street. So, I’m wearing a fashionable blue dress with satin stripes, a hat, Battenberg lace, everything seems to fit, everything is fine. It’s a little chilly in this outfit today, but I seemed to have a premonition that I would see him, I would meet him. So, don’t lose your composure, control yourself, inhale and exhale, calm down. Keep your emotions under control. I can't cope with the excitement. Well, okay, I walk calmly, slightly glancing in his direction, in case he notices. I want you to notice. Okay, keep your composure, here comes the doctor. This is Dr. Cecelia Clark - a female doctor. She moved to us from the West of America. She's funny, of course, she tries to speak French. I especially like her accent when she talks. A stern, strong-willed voice and a funny accent on the pronunciation of French words. Oh, how elegant, stylish, fashionable she is. I think that almost no one else in Paris has such clothes, but she already has them. - Hello, Madame Doctor! Glad to see you. I hope I don't look like a disheveled sparrow. It certainly tastes great. They say that a new artistic movement has appeared in Paris. They call themselves impressionists. It would be interesting to inquire. Articles in newspapers are devastating. I'm very interested in his opinion. What does he think about this, my Venerable. Notice me, turn your head. Let's go to Paris together and see these strange exhibitions with our own eyes. I miss you, I miss you so much. Man: I walk quickly, I speed up my pace. What am I doing? Well, what am I doing?! She remained somewhere behind me.... Stop! This woman is the meaning of my life. I have to take the first step. I'm a man. Yes, I pull myself together, stop and... - Enya, dear, hello! -Ah, Venerable, what a meeting!
Oil, Canvas, 30 X 40 inches
Price: 5613 CAD