he as usual sat somewhere to side, cross-legged on ground. He sat in same place every day; everyone even gotten used seeing him here. he was street artist who usually painted landscapes or still lifes. but no one said that he couldn’t draw portraits.

walking along street you see him in usual place and as usual drawing something. looking closer you clearly noticed outline of your face. you often passed along this street so he could remember. then you saw blush and lovely look on his face as he drew you