“She came to this seaside town far from the resort centers, from their bustle, reckless revelry and exorbitant prices, not on a whim. Her bosom friend Albina advised her to go to the Black Sea, to this godforsaken village, where she herself hid from the bustle of the world a couple of times.Even in Moscow, Lika made a vow not to touch the camera. But every sunset here was worthy of the brush of a great artist, and even more so the dawn. And the mountains piled up on the horizon so temptingly, and autumn was so generous with colors, and the flowers, as if challenging winter, bloomed and were so fragrant that at night Lika felt dizzy, and she could not sleep for a long time.< p>This abundance of colors - from the golden to the purple-red glow of sunsets, from the morning turquoise of the sky to the blue velvet of twilight - made her spit on her vows and pick up the camera again. However, without a camera, she would reach for brushes and paints ... "