So today I decided to go out and find a figure to paint a model.... Because you need to train your hands after all. And when our Repin went out on the streets it was autumn, but it doesn't matter. He went to a bar where all the famous people gather, let's say. Most of all poets... And when I was walking around the bar I saw a tall figure... And familiar... Maybe I've seen it somewhere. And when I approached I realized that it was Chukovsky. I loved writing fairy tales, but that was about it. However, I did it for my children. I coughed slightly behind him to get his attention, as I was much shorter than him.

"How is the storyteller doing?"

I asked calmly and sat next to him.