Or was spacious but was plaster, wood, stone, iron racks, sculpture and studio album filled and hearty laughter break out. From time to time is not very smooth mixture of English and Russian. The warm yellow light mapping the old man loving smile, a big gray beard, in his quiver with laughter, blue-gray eyes looked very profound, "tomorrow?" "We can do?" The old man smiled and nodded affirmative, I would Some could not suppress his joy. Outside the window snow is still joy to fly with.
The next day morning, bright days yet, but snow-white suffused with Meng Meng.
Railway Station:
The old man was already waiting for us, or that pieces of worn black leather jacket, pair-breaking was the old people too lazy to look at two boots, and wear it in the head bursting fur hat.
Always felt that the old man's history and the equipment is commensurate with his age. Wrapped in a red warm down jacket, I feel that he cold. "And the teachers get along on the last day," I secretly thought, can not help but glance at the venerable old man.
Moscow:
To the days here have been great light, many people up the street, showing a lively. Has been gradually overcome their snow, exposing the black wet gray ground.
The old man rapid and steady pace, we are not far behind. We know that will go where, to this life that we may not be Zaiqu perhaps Russia's famous Tretyakov Art Gallery ---- Gallery. We guessed that we would go there, although the old man did not talk about us.
Tretyakov Gallery:
We are plunged in the gallery, we hope the time more slowly in the past, the old man would seem to be more at this time, he talk endlessly and find fault with, give us explaining how the walls, floor painting, sculpture treasures. That we are working to understand what he meant. Kung Fu not been in vain, he said that most of us understand, and until we have an expressed understanding, the old man has cocked his gray beard cheerfully smiled with satisfaction, followed by starting with a big step towards a new work. Shishkin Hall, the old man did not actually stop, I raised questions, "Shishkin's paintings are only suitable for hanging in a restaurant." He explained that the eyes and the tone was so sure that you can not refute. I am somewhat surprised. Libraries due to funding hall, but the old man stopped, he carefully and enjoyed each piece of work from time to time with a smile right Wolia usurp tight fists raised, we know it would mean that this is his usual class to Wolia movements often do, using language interpreter is: compact, muddy as a whole. "Teachers like his paintings," I thought to myself, "This is in keeping with his aesthetic of this sculptor."
Out of the gallery is already two in the afternoon sky was not very good, or gloomy. The old man returned to silence, trot to walk, Woliang almost certain not keep up, Lane is walking the streets wearing a sudden, he stopped, shook his head helplessly staring back at Woliang laughed, I was puzzled that he then pointed his right foot, right foot, I looked towards him, He He can be pretty fellow teacher Nazhi his shoes cracked head, open his mouth like a duck, we have laughed, I propose teacher to a nearby store to buy new pairs of boots, but he shook his head and said go back and glue like. Finished in the hurry again. Because water and snow the old man's shoes wet, snow water seeped into his shoes but he did not slow down the speed, the pace is still fast. His collar Woliang into a food store to pick out a lot more expensive desserts and bread and butter is the best kind, "the teacher usually never had such a luxury is not usually lavish of my dares to buy an expensive Food呀"Though I am puzzled but then also would like to see, today is his friend's birthday, this is him to come to Moscow today, the original purpose.
Finally to his friend's studio, and meet our teachers and the same is a little old man, wearing a black-edge reading glasses, wearing a Blue-gray long dress look amiable. Two old men meet on a hug together, affectionately calling each other names. I looked forward to the crude underground studio, which teachers and studios filled with the same thing, but over a number of completed and unfinished glass products as well as the strange instruments, I began to realize that this little old man is a glass - sculpture artist. A moment or two the old man greeted us to eat, the teacher took out from his bag of food, there is from the band's own home baked bread and are just now buying, short old man has also offered his bread and the best storage tea. Simple but very hearty lunch. I am ravenous wolf. The old man kept highly asking us to eat what he has just bought from the store, and he and dwarf the old man Quesihaowei move, but eat bread with your own home, I began to realize that he bought the food mainly to Wolia to eat, and they simply do not eat dessert, the teacher should only feel like to eat these Woliang, it seems these foods do not belong to them at that age, but our young. After dinner, dwarf the old man took us a tour of his studio, turned out that the basement is still getting bigger, and this time we have seen more of glass sculptures. At this time, the teacher handed me a thick book, I have some doubts, but still pick up a flash, my hand sank, the teacher, "Oh!" Manner shouted, with my hand in my hands , "Ha ha ha!"
We are happy to laugh, I have understood how it was. It turned out that this book is the glass to do! I was laughing at the same time happy but surprised at work so lifelike, so close I actually did not watch out of a glass! Followed by short look at his old man gave us an album, above all his works, from which I learned that this humble old man went so far as it is a world-renowned glass sculpture artist! Than a dozen countries around the world have had the show! In admiration at the same time some scared Yeah, because if only for himself and his dilapidated studio impression does that have to disagree. 2 old man had been so obscure, they are nothing but buried in their own artistic creation! They have much in common. Happy an hour passed, and already more than four points, the teacher looked at under the watch, to indicate that we have to leave, and I know that the old man wanted to take us to the station, because he has to stay in Moscow, he said today at his friend to stay here, and we have to leave, because we must return the day after tomorrow.
Having left the old man good-bye to and dwarf, we have three straight line subway, subway station large, one-stop gateway, you can feel the tremendous energy coming from underground, old-fashioned deep hum and off the subway, "a teacher like this Metro tirelessly "When I saw the old man was stout but powerful legs thought. Out of the subway station, we discovered that this is not a station, because in our eyes is the National Gallery in Moscow. Here is organizing a five-yearly "Russian Young Artists Exhibition", "teacher and then took us to want to look at the exhibition" Wo Liang suddenly understood. Some moved, so the museum Wolia cherished every minute, and teachers every minute together. Old man who worked tirelessly to come from this hall that the Office of beard tremble from time to time.
Out the museum, the old man is still walking fast, three fast-walking in silence. The old man afraid we can not keep up truck.
A church door, the old man stopped, turned around and asked us not to fly home, having received a definite answer, he took off his hat into the church. Some of the dark church, only the candle light you can see something. The old man is a devout Christian the letter, which is, we already know, but this time do what is worship hour? Why now enter the church? Some of our strange, but when plugged into the old man points of incense and incense on the cross, I suddenly realize that teachers are for our prayers, pray for us bon voyage.
Station:
The old man standing on the roadside, to indicate that we quickly get on the train, car should be opened. I would like to get on the train but not leg lift, but could not help the open arms towards the old man, old man smiled also opened his arms, and we hugged, he patted me, lips still are those loving smile. Then Mao Mao stepped forward and embraced the old man, but lying in his arms and hum cry, the old man comforted her, eyes shining with tears but clearly, I waved back, got on, never losing control their feelings and tears splashed the shed, "Good-bye, my beloved teacher !"......
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Author: hehaheha0704
