Paper, pencil
Age has its own aesthetics, its own texture. Maturity is the embodiment of complete beauty - more perfect and experienced. Old age always has something to talk about. And there is always a reason to keep silent about it. Carefully peering from afar at the thoughtful faces of my grandparents, who were left alone - I tried to get even a millimeter closer to this riddle. Sometimes i asked them about the war. And you know, I didn't learn anything about her.
