Every day we cross with a large number of strangers. They all have their own life story, their emotions and experiences. Meeting with one person can bring us positive emotions, while other people bring negativity. This can not be insured, because everyone is different. On the way, I met many people, but the biggest imprint left that is of a creative nature.
Recently, strolling through the Park, I met a street artist. He wrote a portrait of the girl who sat before him on a small stool. The man was modest, but very neatly dressed. In appearance it was clear that he was not rich, and the portraits of passers-by, most likely, is his main income. The girl before him was so beautiful that it's hard to describe with words. As I approach closer, clearly visible all the movements of the artist. As if by magic he wielded the pencil like a magic wand, which appeared more facial features on canvas. When the work was completed and the artist presented his creation to the court of human, all gasped. Incredibly clearly transferred all the facial features, down to the hairs that scattered carelessly on shoulders. The girl that drew the painter to have been moved for a long time and thanked him.
After a time we in the city held an exhibition of paintings. My family love these events and try not to miss them. It happened this time. Arriving, we saw many beautiful portraits, among which were the portrait of a girl from the Park. Looking around, we saw that the artist, who, instead of old clothes, was standing in beautiful new suit. Approaching him we heard a story about how all his life he dreamed of his own show, and finally, after so many years of effort, his dream came true.
This story shows that just a hobby and your hobby can become not only dream, but also a favorite work.
