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Do you agree with one opinion that art rescues your soul from the eternal suffering during all the lifetime.

And the point is not every person is able to understand art which means that not every person gets salvation.

Reflecting on this point of view I had decided to try to save my ''worn'' soul with visiting one exposition in our local museum.

The choice was made - the Picassos Suite 347 was supposed to be my suffering distraction.

Then I called up my friend, who I wished to save too and we went to this beautiful place together.

The excibit-room was almost empty, there were just a few people wandering from one end of the room to another, murmuring some extra-clever words about those or that dicks projection and the amazing technique of scrotums image.

Suddenly I saw a small old lady, who was looking over one of the lithographs.

After a few minutes she pronounced amazing words ''look, he didn't draw the men completely, but the women...they have all the details.

(Kakaya stidobishcha!) That means something like ''what a fucking shame'', but not so rude.'' My friend and me exchanged glances and smiled.

I was examining intently all the ways to paint different vaginas, dicks, cocks etc. It was pretty exciting, expecially watching the serie with the Holy Father (I guess it was him), who was sitting on the chamber-pot and enjoying watching two peoples coitus.

I was the forth, though.

I called it ''Holy Porn'', and I should admit that it was my favourite part.

In the end my friend and me just sat on the sofa and started to watch the video-presentation where many paintings from different periods of Picassos art and some his photos from his early years had been collected.

Having noticed the one photo, where the artist was about 35-40 years old, the old lady asked ''Who is it''?

It was just amazing!

I said ''It's him, he is just young on this photo.'' She replied ''and his look is already sad''.

It was such a touching moment, so we just said nothing, plunging in thoughts.

After a while we heard silent snore.

We rose to our feet and left on the street.

I realised that I was saved