When was the last time I picked up a pencil? I don’t even remember. I didn’t think that I still know how to draw. But apparently, this is like a story about a bicycle. 

 I think I missed it. And it also seems to me that most of all I like to draw people. It happens that the drawing is beautiful, but the person on it's completely different from the one who inspired me to do this. But sometimes familiar eyes look at me. Only eyes at first, I always start with eyes. This may be wrong, but I never outline the shape of the face, the lines of the eyes, nose and mouth, as was taught in art school. I start to draw eyes and only after that I go down below. I draw a nose, then lips. Strange, but lips are the hardest to draw. Having finished with all this, I enclose everything in an oval face. Add hair, wrinkles, shadows. And someone I already know appears in my album. So it was before, in those days when I still remembered that I like to draw. And so it was yesterday. 

I heard that if you want to understand your attitude to a person, you should draw him. I tried. It's funny, but I had the feeling that I had spent the whole night with him while I was busy with his portrait. I studied his appearance from photography, recalled our conversations and messages. It's unusual. 

I think I already know what I'll do tonight.  And you?