Dear Mr Afremov, Several years ago, I came across this painting online, and I had saved it as one of my many PC wallpapers. I specifically like this piece so much so that I made sure this wallpaper was added/moved to every PC upgrade I've ever made! I even created a mini wallpapers for my many cellphones to have! (I actually have this exact piece on my cell phone right now!) For years, I never knew whom the artist of this piece was.... All I knew is that it was one of my favorite 'wallpapers'....! Until this very day! I have been browsing thru deviantart for several weeks, admiring the works of so many talented artist..., and, to my stunning disbelief, I happen to see a piece that SO MUCH resembled the one I have been saving for so long....! I immediately jumped to your gallery link combed thru 70-something pages of to FINALLY find it! I could not believe I finally found you!!! I may never meet you, and I may never own the original, but, at least, I can simply thank you for creating this beautiful piece and having it become an admired part of my life! You have a remarkable talent, Mr. Afremov!
Дожить бы мне до воскресенья (до воскресения...) - шалея, поймать твой взгляд, листом осенним летящий по пустым аллеям.
Летящий через судьбы, даты, холодным ветром вдаль влекомый, как ощущение утраты, такой знакомо-незнакомый.
Поймать твой взгляд, как этот город, поняв, что скрыто между строчек... Поднять его, как черный ворот озябшей петербургской ночи. ____________________________ I'd love me until Sunday (Till Sunday ...) - chalet, catch your eye, autumn leaf Flying through the empty lanes.
Flying through destiny, date, drawn by the cold wind into the distance, as a sense of loss, a familiar-unfamiliar.
Catch your eye, like this city understanding what is hidden between the lines ... Raise him as a black gate chilled night in St. Petersburg.
Jumped into the river cause I am in flames.Nothing there for me. I wear all my feelings on my sleeves. moonlight causes me the fear. Nothing bad, nothing dead, then my dead feelings on my sleeves. Gaze at what I see. The black- eyed angel version of me. All the doubt is washed off of me. No past nor future there left for me.
Breathtaking is what would be the right choise of words at this particular moment. Watching your creation leaves me speechless. The distinctive elegance of the piece make me obseesed in a Unexplainable, Purly Astonishing, Memorable in a Endless way.