Blooming cherry. How long have we been able to lie down under the cherry trees in blossom, with our hands behind our heads, dreamily watching the lazy run of clouds over the treetops? And how you want! That's how I, when I was working on this picture, remembered the aroma of warm earth, cherry blossoms, acacia. Even the taste of a blade of grass, which in childhood was chased from one corner of the lips to the second. Those very carefree times when you could just enjoy life. We just became a little more mature, more fussy and less and less often raise our eyes to the sky. I give you this opportunity, remember how in childhood you looked through the branches at the sky …