I love the work or one wonderful day in an environment of talented actresses and not only.

Hi everyone!)

I will begin with the fact that I very much love verses... Was on poetic evening of Yulia Solomonova...
It is signed in Instagram on Catharina Sultanova. Here they are my favourite modern poetesses

With Catharina it was succeeded to work... We removed in very beautiful house and beyond its limits... Katya's project "Woman with one thousand persons". The most talented actresses of our time. Which read verses... And not just read, and just literally live them... At me goosebumps at each double ran. And how many there would be no these attempts to write down that - every time all this as though for the first time was read. It is talent! It is more, and it is less. And it is wonderful.

And the finest that I had an opportunity to work with the person, eyes, lips, hair of these sensual women...

2 times I painted and brushed Elena Ksenofontova.
It is improbable. Strict and easy at the same time. Incredibly hardy. How many all this is removed, I every time go crazy from impatience... And she reads and reads, a double behind a double. Same. Several hours for the sake of that piece which will be issued. It is delight!

Elena read the verse "Hand bells", and Dmitri Miller played together with her in couple.

I can tell about it too only good: the man, well-mannered, not such, as in sensational "Traffic light", even at all not such, timid, not arrogant. I do it tone, I cover sinyachka under eyes, he is confused. Generally couple turned out super... and abated... my darling. one of darlings, because I love all verses by Catharina. I will share with you.
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It is such, mother, smiles as if she sows:
Kernels are scattered carefree, thin stalks instantly ascend,
Girls hand bells, hardly sprouting, cling.

From his ripe eyes, mothers, the bottom of a stomach grows dumb:
The shiver invests, the sticky ligature expectation under skin wanders,
The care breaks an anticipation, clothes press.

I vanish, damp dreams I melt, puppyish delight I smolder:
The passion on a chain drives me, cramps knees -
I freeze, having caught sight as gingerbread replaces a whip.

It is such one, you understand, mothers? All my cages are thrilled –
It found where hurts. He repairs. He brings me again.
And I will be with it. Do you hear? Will not select yet

Girls hand bells.

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Next time I worked with Elena when she read one more beautiful verse by Catharina Sultanova. Was too very creatively, very interestingly. Elena very beautiful woman, her it is pleasant to make up eyes doubly


I love the work, I love it for acquaintances, for communication (to chat I adore for an opportunity to learn always new.


And when I paint - I always do not recognize myself on a photo, very concentrated, serious, another I.

In life I am more here such



It was not bigger retreat.

Let's return to actresses... That day I got acquainted with one - the most beautiful Olga Lomonosova. She is such light. Such sincere. Such simple. That when we removed its reading - I did not sustain and told: "Well such you beautiful, I cannot!"


Shot the improbable verse too. I will share.

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Anybody. Only you. Only salt frames a face form, instead of eyes two uneasy lakes, blue that water of the bewitched well. You are my city, my busy street, I am similar to the thief, the hungry fugitive, having stood waiting at a porch, on a threshold of the thought-up palace, at the closed doors that conduct to storerooms of heart. My tenderness, you turned me into the blind man, from confusion blood begins to boil and rages, the speech is incoherent as at the baby or the fool whose smile is more honest than a sleepy half moon. I am a trifle, the daughter of one merchant that foreign mothers without father raised, a cradle for two, but without twin, a lonely tree at the bog. But when you run fingers along a sacrum, the voice is drunk, and happy hoarseness covers me with goosebumps endlessly – nobody. Only you. I svivatsya with you to the roads conducting directly to the sun.

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And I each shooting threw off verses to the young man... It was lucky him!)))
With such creative me... one thousand SMS, how everything is pleasant to me, these big verses... also answers!)
But I could not but share, same is direct the love in each line which is so beautifully stated. To goosebumps. To tears.

Here wonderful day was such. I do not know whether it is interesting to reading. I went from shooting today and remembered for some reason, decided to write here)




And let these shootings always last any hour, and the majority of time I I do nothing because all are already made up and brushed, but it is magic... Birth of new. On pieces. On grains. Then there is whole history. And it is pleasant to me that I was, let small, but a part of this magic.




Gulnara Azizova