The movements of the Tanagryanoks are beautiful and measured, their gestures are restrained, and the expression on their faces is noble. Here is a woman, raising her raincoat, wants to cross the street. As if feeling admiring glances on herself, she bashfully lowered her eyes. An ardently akimbo and beaming with a radiant smile, a young saleswoman of roses stands at the crossroads with a basket.
I love joy, bliss, love youth and the sun;
My lot is to be in the sunshine and the beauty of love! Continue reading