Kubachinsky period
And again, I present to your attention a black canvas in silver with a bright sunny accent! Tangerines... what a wonderful fruit! A sweet, fresh fragrance will remind you of winter. All winter holidays in my childhood, when we finished our business, we sat down next to my grandmother and heard her interesting stories. A fluffy white snowball was falling outside the window, which crunched under the feet of passers-by on the sidewalk. And we listened with all our ears and ate tangerines. A huge bowl of tangerines stood in the middle of a low coffee table, and we were all sitting around it. Grandma told us about her childhood, about her friends, about what pranks they pulled! Can you imagine? Grandma was a little girl once. I couldn't get it into my head! My granny?! She wasn't always gray-haired and wore glasses!? Well, now I understand how fast time flies! And looking at myself in the mirror, I think: my children see me as an adult 35-year-old woman when I was just like them just recently! The six-year-old ran a race with her friends in the yard and made fun of her younger sister! Hiding is not a toy. How quickly that time flew by. My mother with her warm hands and soft gentle smile seems to my children quite grown up! Now she sits at a table with a large bowl of tangerines and tells my children stories. These stories are sad and funny, they make you experience a variety of emotions. Children's fragile minds and young hearts gain wisdom through these stories. My dear ones, imagine for a couple of minutes how the snow is rustling outside the window, and you are at home, warm, and the tangerines smell very delicious...