Today was a successful day from the very beginning, the sun was shining, which is better for reporting on the street, we managed to get to Victor, our cameraman went to the exhibition dedicated to the development of the north, literally thirty minutes later they all took off and still had two interviews, and then we stopped at the school, she fire, asked Olya to film the material for her, then we flew to the bridge of lovers there was a theater show during the day, and we caught him, and after we managed to stop by the museum, there was a new exposition, and now I have two whole hours before the next report, I'm sitting in the park, arranged s under a linden tree, it is not yet in bloom, but is about to start, what then will be subtle, intoxicating smell, I love it. My heart beats and my legs are ready to run, the rhythm of my life is already five years old, no more than seven or just over.

I work for the VGTR Region Tyumen, the largest and oldest television station in our region, though it’s not enough that changes at all when Max, this is my husband, during the period of perestroika, started working there, how he cursed and lost his temper in trifles, around retirees or besides, they no longer need anything, grumble their news, slurp their lips pretending that this is at least as interesting to someone, they were wrong. With difficulty, Max and his guys, only that the institutes achieved their transfer and went and went, eventually displaced the old people, it became more fun, but Director Omelchuk both sat and sat in his place, full of horror and still manages every day we keep our own programs, we showed him ratings reports that during the period when it was on the air, and this is the peak, the audience almost goes to zero, but we didn’t manage to move it, it's a shame, but so much interesting the city.

I looked at the clock, another hour and a half, what to do, I was not used to sitting, as I get up all day, only my legs are buzzing in the evening and my head staggers on my shoulders and I want to lean and fall asleep, although in other matters where I run, I thought about it many times, but I did not find an answer and keep up the good work, sometimes it seems useless work. I looked around, the young artists settled in the shade and painted the park, so happy, they understand and feel the time and pleasure from their work, but I already forgot what a thrill in my heart is when you interview, stutter, remember questions, and then you mount and feel a smile when your material is on the air, but now it has become a chore.

She came closer to look at the works of artists, they didn’t even pay attention to me, they were so absorbed in their work that even if it started to rain, they hardly moved, and he did it beautifully, colored crayons, went to elementary school for several years In hudozhku, but after threw and completely went into the sport. Immediately, memories flooded back as I ran home from school and to gymnastics, I liked it very much, I received diplomas, I even took three times the regional competitions, went to training camps, it was a fun time, but after school I gave up everything, I didn’t have amazing of results, but I still love sports and I run in the mornings, I still go to the gym, you feel your back muscles tense, your fingers squeeze the steering wheel, the press pulls in the abdomen, the eternal struggle with it, the calves of the muscles lift you, this indescribable feeling is a delight in the breath, in the ease of the whole body, it's so great, you only need a little help to our body, as most do not understand. I am slender, beautiful, at least that's what they say to me, a brunette, short haircut, you can say to a boy or a boy who, like, although I am under thirty-seven years old, there is so much horror.

She came closer to consider the drawing of that very young artist, the colors are strange, pastel, I looked at what he was painting, but there wasn’t nearly the same color that he had, but that was great in his work, not like everyone else. He has his own amazing look, and as he clearly imposes strokes, the hand still flashes and it seems that he doesn’t look at what he draws at all, but just draws everything.

“Beautiful,” I said.

He didn’t even pay attention to my words, and maybe he didn’t hear everything in work, but I didn’t move away, but was literally fascinated by his work, as it turned into something fabulous.It seemed that an elf would appear on his caliber in his drawing and they would disappear into the branches of the tree, I began to notice the glare on the grass as if it was after the rain, as he managed to convey.

“Cool,” I splashed out my emotion in a purely human way, and only now he turned that there was not just a tree standing near him, but me.

“Well, yes,” he replied listlessly, and continued to apply yellow shadows under the bush, “I know you!” - It was not a question, but a fact of approval.

- Of course, - I decided to start a conversation with him, who does not know me, I always flickering on the screen, here and there.

“You are Zhenya’s mother, I study with him, I saw you at school once.”

Zhenya is my son, he is fourteen, and after a week he turns fifteen, next year he finishes school, not that he already finishes school, just as it seems just yesterday he smeared bumps with him, terribly loved to show them and waited for me to smear them, and after ran in the yard and was proud of them as medals. I got acquainted with Max on the same television, after I started a sport, entered the literary department, wanted to write stories, suggested that a new spirit of time is required in the news, so it came in and since then I started to remember everything. , and Zhenya was engaged to my mother, she retired like a domestic cat that she was taken out into the street and put on the road, she clung to the ground and froze with horror that she was now doing this pension and only the birth of Zhenya saved her from imminent depression .

- And I ... - and I don’t remember him, it was something only a few times at school, and even to take Zheng away from his lessons, he’s all with me, he runs races, sports is everything for him, so three times he goes to competitions for a year, so I have to go to the director to ask him to let him go, - you can, - she asked to sit next to him.

“Yes, no problem,” he replied calmly.

“You are amazing.”

- Honestly? - He asked and looked into my eyes.

- Yes, - and for something she nodded her head, as if giving more importance to the statement.

“This is good,” he muttered, “when someone likes it, it's nice, then it’s not for nothing.”

- Have you been drawing for a long time? - sometimes I do not like my stupid questions, because it’s so clear that for a long time and that he has given himself to this art, it’s enough to look at his fingers.

“No, about eight years,” he said so, as if he lives forever, and means nothing to him for ten or fifty years, “I will enroll in a school, and if I study, I’m going to college, this year I have protection, three weeks left.

- You will succeed, definitely.

“I know,” he answered just as calmly, without interrupting the drawing.

- It is good that I am confident in myself.

- Yes, you just have to fill your hand with a portrait, and since I have almost everything ready - and he fell silent, as if he forgot about me.

“Well, okay,” it became awkward to take him away from work, “I wish you good luck.”

“Thank you,” he said in the same way, without taking his eyes off the drawing, “if you have time, come.”

- Where?

- I have a workshop ...

- Workshop? - I was surprised.

- Well, she is not mine, she is Sandwina, maybe you heard.

- Of course I heard, - I went to his exhibitions, I don’t really understand his work a lot of darkness, his paintings, shadows and glare are too heavy, even if he has a drawing of the day, then he is as heavy as through sunglasses.

- He often leaves, and I follow his colors and draw in his workshop, near the Vostok hotel, in the center.

- Yes, I know, - once I was in one of such a studio, I ran to photograph sculptures, I don’t even remember the artist, the woman was not on the ninth floor, there was also a studio at the first store.

- Right, come, I work there every day after three, the door is green.

- OK I will try, ...