One day, we were asked to paint a portrait of a neighbor. I stressed all my artistic abilities and painted Tanka very similarly. Even the teacher came and pointed out my work.

The model looked at the portrait and shrugged.

What are these spots on the nose? Shout it immediately. Why not paint?

Tanka scratched her hemp nose and continued to paint me in the style of a cucumber stick. I was jealous of her beautiful hair.