A small, but bright story of Pablo Picasso Picasso "Girl on a Ball" complements the new deep meaning of the work known for the whole world.
I only have in the life that my head on my shoulders, a muscular body and sister Carmensite. Parents died in a fire. Accident. The director left us with a circus. I regretted
I am speaking now. And in the youth of the stars from the sky lacked. Were horses water, fed the dogs, sold tickets. Slap worked. My sister did not give offense. Always protected from neighboring boys. She doesn't have a soul in me. Therefore, I immediately came running with my grief.
Malaya recently thirteen turned out. Chest already appears. It acrobat. Flexible, thin. Like a vine. Nuts, but does not break.
There is a character in it.
And then he says, the director began to pester in a dark zakoleke. Crazy, words to speak all sorts. She was frightened. Broke out.
I fell right in rabies. Went to him. I say that you, the goat is old, I lost very nose? Do you stick to your child? For breast grabbed. Threatened. He began to choke, grab the heart. I let go. Spat, gone.
And today two horses we flew. And I have a premonition so bad ... it is necessary to leave. Tomorrow pay. After her and we leave. It will be hard, but break. It is impossible to remain in the circus.
Carmensite rehearses. And I can't throw it out of my head out of my head. All gymnasts have already tried. Few.
- José Garcia? Ran away from the back.
I saw the gendarme with lateral eyesight.
- You are accused of intentional animal poisoning.
I did not move. And just looked at his sister. Alive will not give. For her sake.