I painted a cow and remembered a story from my childhood) Now I'll tell it to you! And I'll show you what I've got)
When I was a child, I visited my grandparents in the countryside, and they had a cow like normal grandparents. I was afraid of cows, but my upbringing at that time (pardon my Russian) meant wedge-breaking, and they took me with them to get a cow, or sent me alone. And I'm six years old, by the way! But for some reason I did not merge, and followed Zorka. That is, I walked to the herd, shouted "Zorka, Zorka!", held out bread to her from five meters away. And when the cow recognized me (or I don't know, maybe our cow loved bread the most (delicious, fragrant, nasal - I usually ate half of it myself!) and came to me, I ran to the house. And the cow would follow me. That was quite a quest.
And since I did not give her bread, she once pinned me against the wall of the house. I'm standing, small and thin, and she's right with her horns to me... I lift the bread as high as I can. I see this nose is wet, my eyes are kind for some reason and the horns are evil...But it all rises above me and bread comes out of my hand - haaaap! I don't know how I didn't pee, but I was very scared.)
