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ery long enough plaster cast from your head and broke it to the park So even in the parquet there was a dent for a long time the poet was silent without saying a word then said this end I already nothing helped in 11 days Pasternak died the same way the story happened from Esenin he came to Isidore Duncan being in a state of intoxicated rallied his bust of the work of Sculptor Konenkov and hurled his opus scattered over after a while do not pull We also had a tragedy so we instinctively intuitively hide your image from the people that we therefore we understand that somehow images of our images are related to us, but sometimes through portraits and photographs, a possible healing effect is not only tragic, because even in the Soviet years, the ordinary psychiatrist worked in Perm, he was still engaged in sculpture and he began to treat mentally ill patients in an amazing way, he began to sculpt their bust of their portraits, but at the same time he is a portrait or Phil so as to put there precisely beaut