based on the poem by M.V.Lomonosov (1711-1765), the scientist,
the founder of the first Russian university, the poet
Master, draw my beloved,
draw her black hair lying
with the incense of perfume,
if there is such way.
Give the roses in blood
of her snow white face,
draw the arches,
inviting along the high brow.
Draw her heavenly eyes
with wisdom of goddess,
show Venus-like look,
burning up with low flame.
So, the prophesies speech
with no words flow as honey
from the beautiful lips,
so attractive to me.
Place the sweetness in chin,
and around the neck,
give the lilies bloom
in the delicate color.
Wear long scarlet dress
with the sleeves and collar,
little neckline to see,
and guessing the rest.
If the image is strong,
I will see you as real...
I see you, my light!
Dear portrait, please, talk...
