POSTCARD: The guardian angel

I remember the bedroom and the lamps,
Toys, warm bed
And a cute, small voice of your:
"Guardian angel over you!"
Sometimes, undresses babysitter
And whisper scolds,
And sweet sleep, eyes tumana,
Her shoulder I tend.
You cross over, kiss,
I know He's with me,
And faith happiness charms,
I remember your voice!
I remember the night, warm beds,
The oil lamp in dusk corner
And the shadows from the chains of lamps.
Aren't you the angel was?

( Ivan Bunin, "Mother" )

The card is made with watercolors, pastel pencils on watercolour cotton paper Fabriano cold-pressed, density 300g/m, with the markings of a post card on the reverse side. Fragments used liquid silver petal.