#пурпурная метка снов

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- Fyodor, do you like your hair color? I just know that even some redheads don't like this beautiful shade of hair.

- I don't know how you know this name, but I'll answer your question.

Ahem. Well, I can't say that I like my hair. I simply don't have the time or energy to think about it.

I think until I was 20, I was really worried about my appearance. As a child, I was often teased as "red-haired - freckled" and other idiotic nicknames.

I think when I was 15, I couldn't stand it anymore and dyed my hair black. It looked even worse, so I immediately shaved it all off. After that, I went blond, brown-haired, blue and even purple. Then I gave up on it, shaved it off again and after that, I almost stopped paying attention to my head.

Now I mostly get my hair cut when my colleagues notice how much my shagginess exceeds the norm.

Anyway, I don't know about other people with such a bright hair color, but I've come to terms with my red hair rather than loving it. That's all.

Have a nice day.

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Матвей и Сима

Главные герои моей истории "Пурпурная метка снов"

Очень люблю этих пирожочков

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Me and Fedor's fan club:

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Day 13

Betwixt

The boy woke up from loud voices coming from the kitchen. It was dark outside the window.

He left the nursery and walked quietly towards the kitchen. The boy froze on the threshold of the room. At first it seemed to him that his parents were scolding someone, but a terrible realization immediately hit him in the chest. They shouted at each other.

The baby did not recognize his parents. He stood between the menacing huge shadow of his father and the large and terrible shadow of his mother. Mother. Mom was always very, very kind, gentle, cheerful. Dad. And dad was smart and strong, he always carried him on his shoulders.

What did he do? Did they fight over him? The boy wanted to shout to them “Stop!”, but the words were stuck in his throat. They didn't even notice him. The baby felt terrible. Terribly small. Terribly weak. Terribly useless. What if when he screams, those terrible shadows of his parents fall on him? Or maybe it will even be better? Then at least they will stop arguing with each other. But the boy could not utter a single word.

Matvey rushed to the nursery, to his sister’s crib. Away from the scary screams. Sveta was crying quietly. She always cried loudly, but now it was as if she knew what was going on in the kitchen. It was as if she was also afraid of terrible shadows.

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Sketch with Fedor and Angela (his colleague)

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"I'm so sorry, dear children..."

"Ina?!"

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Me: I constantly draw Fyodor for the joy of myself and you

The main characters of this whole circus:

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In the language of flowers, Dandelion is happiness, smile, joy of life. The person who gives the dandelion is cheerful and sociable, a little frivolous. For you, such a gift means: “Don’t be sad”, “I’m glad that is together now”, “I want to stop this moment”

Dandelion also symbolizes the power of the sun and light, is considered a flower of fidelity, happiness and joy, personified bright thoughts and childhood dreams.

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- Fedya, Fedya! We want to go to McDonald's!!!✨

- NOOO!!!

-WE DO NOT GO TO MCDONALD'S!!

- WE'RE GOING TO BED!!!

- SLEEP!!!

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* god, at least one normal morning*

FEDOR!!!

* he hasn't combed his hair yet * DO YOU WANT NEWS??

* for what... *

- well, what's ther-YOU HAVE A FAN CLUB!!!

-There are already 6 people there!!

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Fedor is one of those characters that I like to draw the most. Mmm, I love his red curly hair, sullen look, cheekbones and interesting nose shape

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Q: explain for your bigness!

Fedor: ??

Matvey: they asks why are you so tall

Fedor: genes.

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Man, why are you so tall?