Wooden
Wooden eyes on Russian beans, as a symbol of the freeze winter, as a frustrated music, as a song of love for home. Without white circumferential cash and statues, no shameful quarry, no wings, no calibre, no house on Rusie. Masters capable of mopping through a tree are thin circus in Russia today. One of them is Vladimir Tegens from the village of the Primor province.
Wooden eclipses on Russian beans, as a symbol of the freeze winter, as a frustrated music, as a song of love for home. Without the white circumferential cash and the statues, without the disgrace of carnage, wings and calibre, the house on Rusie is not a house. Neighbors were competing, who has a wooden circus better, better. The relentless wooden jewels not only welcomed the eyes, but also protected the masters from evil forces, at least they were sainted by saint peasants and urban residents.
Masters capable of mopping through a tree are thin circus in Russia today. One of them is Vladimir Tegens from the village of the Primor province. 87-year-old screamer, and now it's working from morning to night. On the table of sketches, in the workshop, prepared templates, in the head a lot of ideas and big creative plans for the future.
