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My road was changing its direction from the East to the West.
I was returning back home... But suddenly I heard a voice.
There was a red-beared fisherman crying to me: "Sergey, watch the moon! This is what you should paint!"
At that very moment I was sitting in a small summer kitchen with other fishermen and making red cavier in a bucket.
I had to stop my work, come up to Vasiliy and look right into the night sky.
I saw there a yellow moon disk, swinging in the dark,
but I didn't realize the whole beauty of it and went back to the kitchen.
Something stired in my heart, but I forgot it at once.
From the album "Sergey Emets. The paintings." | 
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