I joined the painting class by the advice of my friend Zoya. Classes are held in NYCH , Toronto. Painting for me was completely foreign, as I knew nothing about paint and ink. When I wanted to draw a plane, I ended up with a fish
When I came to painting classes, all of my classmates were busy writing a story. They were mostly about theirpaintings, about Canada, and its similarities and differences with their home countries. Some wrote about their fond childhood memories, some - about certain gloomy events in their countries. I also decided to write a story.
When I first saw my classmates’ paintings, I thought that this class was for people with high talent and experience. Their paintings did not differ from those of professional artists. Since I did not have such talent, I regretted for going there. I was so uncomfortable that I decided early on in the class to warn my teacher and classmates that I can’t even draw a line with a ruler. No one was surprised by my position and everyone was sure that I would make a great painter as them. But I knew my abilities well,I was a professor at Universitete, I teach students, I wrote articles, stories in newspapers and magazines, but I draw never could. and had decided to not even go a second class and that painting was not for me. But for the time being, I had to do everything I was told by my teacher. I got a painting paper, pencil, brush and ink, began to do all that was instructed by Glofira-our theacher, a highly skilled lady from Russia. And what do you think? My flower turned out alright, although it was more like a tree. I was very happy and continued attending classes. And every time my terrible paintings were seen by the workers here, Marina, Maxine and Muna, they would be amazed as if they saw a priceless work of art, pep me up like a little kid, and say how good I was. I knew it wasn’t true, but I did not want to end their support and disappoint my fans. I would try to live up to the praises of my fans and my classmates. I would enjoy viewing their paintings, and be amazed at their ability to liven the paint.
One day when I came to school, I could not believe my eyes: My "Tulip" painting was on the wall next to those of my classmates. I looked left, right and back at my painting. It was strange. My "Tulip" was not worse than the other paintings! At this time Glofira and Marina came in class. "We will soon organize an exhibition of paintings to sell them. The money earned will be donated" said the very happy Marina. And there was no limit in my joy either. I was eager to take part in the fundraising! I did not disappoint my fans, who were kind, friendly, and as any Canadian, who give strength, faith and hope to everyone who comes to Canada. Long live Canada and Canadians!
