Yesterday, on the way to the figure skating lessons, Lala had partaken  from tree of knowledge  of French cosmetic.

   Like all things interesting  to youth, this had happened  on the back seat of parents’  jalopy. While mom steered, Lucy Nezabudkina, scattered cheers to the other following cars: “ Stump of idiot!”, “ Throw  out your driving license!” and “ where do you go, ape lop-eared!” – Lala  had curled down, pulled the purse, and raked out GOODs, evil  and quickly learn about everything.

  Girl  had been whining happily and softly   from opened purse’s prospects. Loud whining would be silliness, mom could hear and close those prospects. Like mother, and like woman she was person greedy  for cosmetics. Even impossible to understand why.  We already all last year have been  stopping to eat lipsticks. Sometimes, of course  if  some bats come in our belfry,  have an attack of riotous license, then say by-by to the lipstick tube.

  Lala  had neglected  any  mirror, worked on touch, guided only by creative intuition and by a little bit smarmy conception about size of own lips, eyes and cheeks.

  For the  decoration of lower part of face she applied technique of “wide brushstroke” . Her  painting style  had generic outline drawing, notional simplicity of symbols, bright sonority of individual  color patches.

  Light and transparent landscapes of the right cheek, dynamical everyday scene of the left, seem  to  carol emotional  beauty and  glee of life. Composition  breathed  poetically, a game of lineal rhymes, faint colors of a gypsy marriage. Thee wide black lines though the Lala’s forehead ( equals number of  manholes caught by Lucy)  had caroled eternal aspiring of soul to the exalted, to the light, to the Holy Ilja and Nickolas, or whoever formed there  Bourjois sets.

 The author decorated her eyes  with audacious challenge, spilled in one mix allusion of early Gaugin, grotesque of  Loutrec kitsch and basic principle of modernism “ there is not too much mascara”    

-         So strange a silence! – Nezabudkina became suddenly guarded  and decided to see to be sure. And on the back seat already sat all, what Lala thought about  French painting of last  century.

Being affected by the beauty  and power of  world impressionism, it had blossom there, where other kids usually have  heads, Nezabutkina  had done triple Ritberger. Exactly during streering.  The following drivers cheered her: “ Stump of idiot!”, “ Throw  out your driving license!” and “ where do you go, ape lop-eared!”

 Of course, Lala shouldn’t  show herself to mother in this condition. It was girl’s nonchalance. Mother is woman too, and envying. She should have run away  from the car to the people, to the cheers of progressive individuals, who are understanding of high style

   Nezabudkina decided that shouldn’t allow   this Boticcelli to skate. Everybody  will run away and it will be boring . Internally Lucy’s Moidodyr has  sworn to catch that art, pull it to the water and transform it back into a kid. But hot water wasn’t available at the ice rink. And waterproof mascara had laughed in the Lucy’s  internal Moidodyr face. But Moidodyr didn’t  give up, and figure skater Alika S soon appeared  in the ice rink with a face  which you will not  be able to imagine if you didn’t see early Monet. Well…  it is pond, water lilies and highlights on the water. Means, that exactly these highlights   were the main theme   of Lala’s image.

 And today Lala said:

-         When I’ll become adult, I want  to be a man.

And I  understand her perfectly.