Sometimes, you want to overtake the setting sun, or rush to where, where it is, still at its zenith.
This often happened when I returned home from a distant business trip, or when, before the store closed, a few minutes were left, and you forgot to buy bread for dinner.
But, all this turns into a joke when you think about those people who, a couple of centuries ago, left the east behind, boarded ships and set off, in pursuit of the setting sun to the American continent.
There, when they went ashore, the race continued.
They hired a stagecoach and, having given their fate to the hands of God, rushed after the sun, to the west, where they were waiting for undeveloped territories.
Moving to where there are no roads, where wild animals and tribes of the Indians reign, is a dangerous thing, but, as the sunset calls, you need to spur the horses, or remind them of yourself, with the help of a cabman's whip.
At night, the road is very dangerous, I really want to get to my destination before sunset.
I always liked to read books about those times, filled with adventure and risk.
For an inexperienced amateur artist, it was very difficult to decide on such a drawing, which I painted without a preliminary sketch.
In the beginning, I tried to depict a horse-drawn stagecoach that was moving away from me.
I wanted to depict the dangers that may lie in wait on the way, for this, in the figure, a gap appeared.
Mountains, in America, encircle the east coast, and the setting sun indicates that the stagecoach is moving west.
For me, the hardest part started when I started shading the picture. I keenly felt a lack of experience in this matter. But, thank God, I had the patience for this.
When I wanted to stop, I recalled those people who, steadily moving west, and continued to put strokes on the drawing.
So, gradually, the relief began to take shape.
When, the finishing touch, from a ballpoint pen, fell on this small piece of paper, I was happy.
I overtook the sun!
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Ukraine