Warm summer day goes to the end. Breeze tenderly stirs leaves on young trees in the shadow of which tables of summer cafe hid. How insensible minutes fly! I sit with a cup of coffee and watch the entrance to the old park. The time seems to be stopped and I completely don't want to go away. Near me is my unfinished work, it is necessary to come here again and may be more than one time. I take sketch-book, canvas and go to the car.
- Madam O'K! You forgot your flowers!
I look round and see that old Chernetski addresses exactly to me.
He must have been here forever ever. Amiable he has not changed at all for many years.He came to me and gave a nosegay of slightly adroop flowers. But why?...
- And you always sign your pictures with O'K. I noticed it long before. It is so good, childie, that you paint and all your things are really OK. When you appear here with your new pictures I am proud of this old park, of you, and of myself because I really can cook coffee. Be happy and God help you!
- Thank you, Pan Chernetski, and you be healthy!
This is my favorite place in Moscow - the Golizin's estate in Kuzminki.
English and French parks, cascade of ponds with yellow and white lilies. Here I cottoned to plein air painting and paint my pictures only from nature. My "creative torments" come to me later. And when I am alone with clean canvas and with that world which was created by God there are no doubts in my head, I can do everything and even tame breeze which tenderly stirs leaves.