BLUE TIT

Sing me the song of how the blue tit
Quietly lived beyond the sea
Sing me the song of how the maiden
Went for water at the morn.
Sing a song about a blue-tit,
Which, beyond the sea, lived well,
Or about the maiden, bloomed,
Who went early to a well.
(A. Pushkin)

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Subject	2.8 × 2.4 cm, Aquarell
Paper	300g Water Color Paper
Dimensions	20 × 20 cm

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