It's been two years since I saw this picture. It sounds unhealthy, but I haven't found a single person since then who could replicate Applejack's flirtatious face. I wander the halls of people hoping to find a copy of it, but all in vain. Time after time, the picture throws me into a cold sweat, throws out of the real world into the world of endlessly eternal longing. And I'm not tired of feeling that when I look at Your masterpiece.It's not easy for musicians in Russia, but if we exist, we exist for the idea. I've dedicated more than one romance to Your picture. Yes, it's silly, but I'm telling You this so that You, an artist, understand another person from art, how much You pierced my soul.I admire You endlessly. Thanks for everything. I never lose hope of ever paying You back