I want to tell the truth here. I hope that none of my acquaintances will know the story of this picture. A year and a half I liked one girl. We didn't have much of common interests. In half-year past, we had broken up suddenly. We weren't able to see one another for about 6 months. It was suddenly for me because after that she found someone and she didn't want to see me anymore. I thought that God was far from me too. I didn't understand my emptiness. I was on the verge of doing something desperate. This artwork saved my life. Firstly, I began to leave my sadness in the first sketch by this picture. And after that, I began to leave my grief on canvas with oil. At that moment I heard the song of Vladimir Vysotsky: "He didn't come back from the fight". If you don't know the Russian language, you can understand the sense of song through my picture. The feelings of my soul intertwined with the meaning of this sad song of Vladimir Visotskiy. So this painting saved my life. Now, when I am writing this letter  I am remembering a confession of  Augustine. But I am glad that you can see this canvas where a part of my life.