The clown was a poet at heart

I liked the circus so much and remembered the clowns so much that I wanted, like many children, to become a clown at all costs.
Yuri Nikulin

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

Clown with sad eyes,
In the arena were.
Amused people with words,
Those that fell - entertained.

The clown was in the soul of a poet,
He read verses wanted.
But hall didn't know about it
And gay jokes waited.

Clown with sad eyes,
In the arena were.
Sadness its a left,
People laughter and joy gave.
Markovtsev Yu.

He gave out smiles as rewards,
Right and left, just like that.
He wrote funny charades,
He was a funny clown and an oddball.

And he did not live, but enjoyed life.
Other people could do it too.
But those who wanted to be sad remained,
They counted the dark days.

He didn't count. He is every moment
Experienced in the shower, as in reality.
He knew what a pleasure it was...