Heroist
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— Oh, so you're also a woman of art? Then I'm doubly glad to meet you and hope that everything will be exactly as you say. As for my task... — The girl made a full turn and raised her hands to the sky. — Let Eros reign, let rivers of crimson blood flow, and let sinners drown in soul-crushing melancholy! — She completed her act with a theatrical bow and smiled shyly. — Ha-ha... In other words, I am currently interested in themes related to the desires and torments of the human soul in its various manifestations. — The artist shows Ilva a notebook with sketches; on the open page was a drawing of a person in a thinker's pose, his facial expression was very suffering, and the surroundings did not contribute to mental balance. — This could be a family provider who lost his job; this could be a brother separated from his sister, who received news of her tragic death; this could be a young, hopeful guy who received a draft notice... Terrible, isn't it? One drawing, but it can convey so many emotions and possible events... By the way, if you decide to be my model and come up with something interesting, I will, of course, reward you to the best of my modest financial ability.
Ilva was a little embarrassed by the artist's eccentricity, but then she thought that this was probably a common trait of passionate people of art. As for the task, in a normal situation, she would have liked to hear more positive themes, but looking at the notebook sketch, the girl thought that she herself had been in a similar state for the past week.
—Or a sister who learned about the death of her brother in the war... —she said quietly. —I think I can help you with this...
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