Say, miracles on light of there is no

Work done on canvas gallery stretching, the sides of the picture painted in the tone of the work,
maybe hanging without a frame .
The picture is made in the style of avant-garde painting

In the autumn, on a rainy gray day
Rode around town a Deer.
He flew on the rumble of the pavement,
Red forest, an arrow.

Come back, forest deer,
As I desire!
Take me, the deer,
In my country deer,
Where pine rush into the sky,
Where the story lives and fiction,
Take me to forest deer.

He fled, and strong horns
Touched the clouds, clouds.
And it seemed as if over him
Become the sky is blue.

They say that miracles no
And rains washed away the Deer trail.
Just know it will come to me...
If you do, the story comes to life!

Me forest deer
As I desire,
And rushes me deer
In my country deer,
Where pine rush into the sky,
Where the story lives and fiction,
And rushes me there, the forest deer.
Yuri Sergeevich Entin