Classic Beauty

Today, the young man with a forward and confident step, marches inside the gallery to find solace for what he was interested in. He was appreciating the greatness of the art that was lost in time. The glory, and the melancholy that an art is giving, for him, are comparable to none.

This is the diary of one Alyosha, that his heart will never comprehend of what is endearing to him or not. He has nothing to do, he just wants solace behind this majestic gallery, along the river where people often talk until it's late.

Alyosha thus opens his bag full of sketches, of the portraits that he found interesting. It was the silly hobby of his, redrawing his favorite art in a gallery, trying to hone his skills so that it can be comparable to the old masterpieces that he found.

He took a sit in the middle of the gallery and decides to write a portrait of a ship hallowing it's way through a raging wave. It was very detailed and he should need time to finish it all.

That's when a rogue, classic beauty caught the corner of his eye. That's when the sway and caring personality of one lady catches his feelings, even though he never knows her before. She was just constant, she is just one with the gallery, just like him.

He could've swore he never took a time to appreciate the loveliness of the opposite sex as thoroughly as this before. It was her terms of unwilling beauty, her imperfection that shone more and more, and which allows her to be unique and soothing towards men.

It's not that easy to talk to a woman, even in this modern day and age. Even Alyosha knows that she doesn't want to be disturbed, as she really connects herself to the arts within this majestic building.

That's what when he realized the same thing that she actually does with him, trying to redraw art that she likes. That's why in short notice, the eager and shy Alyosha suddenly found himself standing beside her.

They were the only ones with drawings of pen and paper, inside the companions of oil and canvas. Both of them resembles the artistic and melancholic people, unlike other visitors, that took their time to just photograph the art, and then never to look it back again.

Suddenly it occurs to him, that Alyosha's art can never be recognized unless he offers other to admire it and critique it if they want. Seeing no other that is possible to have done this, he decided to ask his pen companion, the one and only darling Natalia. The one stranger that draws together with him.

"Sorry to bother you, is it possible if I can ask you something?" He grows the courage to ask the young lady, seemingly to took her pen inside her bag while doing so. The mysterious and yet longingly dear woman answered, "yes, what can I help you?" She smiled comparing again to no curve of mouth available to others.

"I was just finishing the art behind, the one with the ship, can I ask your opinion about it?"

"Sure! I would like to."

"Here." He gives her his diary of arts and put his pen and drawing tools inside his bag.

"The sketch, I mean, your sketch is very good. It is eerily similar to the original. You have great taste in art." She smiles when she gives back the drawing book.

"Why, thanks. Would you like for me to see your drawings also?"

"Ohh really? Please, here."

She was giving him a drawing of abstract, with uncontrollable lines that is pinched towards what appears to be a human head.

"I'm sorry, I really like abstract and surrealism. We must be differ." She reluctantly said.

"No that's okay. Your drawings are one of a kind, well I mean two if you include here." He joked aloud, and she unexpectedly laugh. That's when they hit it off and talk for hours inside the brilliant and lonely gallery by the river. Where people hang out to lose time.