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Це вишивка чи картинка?!
Я була вражена, що це вишивка!
Пейзажі в стилі французького імпресіонізму.
Майстри сучасної вишивки стали вельми творчо підходити до цього виду рукоділля. Одним з таких художників є рукодільниця Віра Шімберева (Шимуня) з Санкт-Петербурга, яка за допомогою ниток і п’яльці створює чудові пейзажі в стилі імпресіонізму.
Вишивку Віри в інтернеті прозвали “хуліганською гладдю”, і для неї не потрібні ескізи і заготовки. Дівчина “малює те, що відчуває”, а її головний персонаж – це природа.
На створення однієї вишивки йде від трьох днів до місяця, а деякі її роботи не більші за кінчик пальця.
Your Mother, Your Responsibility!” – He Shouted, But She Had Finally Had Enough
Shes your motherso shes your responsibility! he said, but shed had enough. Emily fastened her sons coat, gritting her teeth...
My Ex-Wife Tried to Sue Me for Half the House—But She Never Saw My Master Plan Coming
My ex-wife wanted to sue me for half the house, but she didnt expect Id planned ahead. Our marriage ended...
You’ve Grown So Ugly, You’ll Surely Have a Daughter” – My Mother-in-Law’s Cruel Words to Me
Youve turned so ugly, youre bound to have a girl, my mother-in-law used to tell me with a chuckle. Whenever...
My Ex-Wife Tried to Sue Me for Half the House, But She Didn’t See My Master Plan Coming
My ex-wife fancied taking me to court for half the houselittle did she know Id seen it coming a mile...
You’ve Become So Ugly, You’re Definitely Going to Have a Daughter” – My Mother-in-Law Kept Telling Me
Youve grown so ugly, youre bound to have a daughter, my mother-in-law used to say to me. When others complained...
Walking Home from the Market with Mum, I Was the First to Notice Something Was Wrong
When Mother and I were walking home from the market, I spotted him first. He wasnt crouched beneath the bench...
Walking Home from the Market with Mom, I Was the First to Notice
When Mum and I were walking home from the market, I spotted him first. He wasnt curled under the bench...
When Annie Pulled the String…
When Emily tugged at the cord binding the sack, the fabric loosened slowly, rustling faintly. For a moment, it seemed...