Pino Soft Light painting

Pino Soft Light painting
Pino Mystic Dreams painting
Volegov Yellow Roses painting
Atroshenko The Passion of Music painting
Archer continued to stare at him. ``You told her I was here?''
``Of course -- why not?'' Dallas's eye brows went up whimsically. Then, getting no answer, he slipped his arm through his father's with a confidential pressure.
``I say, father: what was she like?''
Archer felt his colour rise under his son's unabashed gaze. ``Come, own up: you and she were great pals, weren't you? Wasn't she most awfully lovely?''
``Lovely? I don't know. She was different.''
``Ah -- there you have it! That's what it always comes to, doesn't it? When she comes, she's different -- and
-355-one doesn't know why. It's exactly what I feel about Fanny.''
His father drew back a step, releasing his arm. ``About Fanny? But, my dear fellow -- I should hope so! Only I don't see -- ''