As an artist, do you know how to paint?

Twenty years of life were devoted to construction. Something they have learned, something they have learned, something they have seen. But, having built a house and decided that there should be a fireplace in it, it became clear: this is not something we can do ourselves. I need a master.
I don’t remember where we took it from, who suggested or led to it, I remember when we met a little man with a small bag at the station coming from somewhere in the area. Nothing is! The main thing is that he has gold hands.

We came to our house, showed the foundation for the future structure, explained that we want a corner fireplace. In winter, sit next to it, so that the shells in it burn. The man wiped his hands, ran, said that inspiration came to him during work, so he did not draw the project in advance, and the material was calculated with the stock.

Ok to Ok. They went and bought with him what he pointed with his finger. After leaving the Master in the house and giving him the rest of the necessary tools (I will remind him, he had only a small bag, and in it - a kind of child hammer and the same size of a hammer) - we left. The soul warmed several things at once: first, finally, the matter moved from a dead point. There will be a second surprise! We never knew what the fireplace would look like. The master admitted that he could not paint, but added from himself:
Look at you.

Two days later, a call from the Master asked to buy a brick. Just as much as they took. You said you took the stock. We decided not to buy, to come to see the contours.

We enter the veranda. The man begins to roast the horse. I really stumbled. And I regret, I cried. I will try to describe what I saw.
The building was really cornery. In the real sense of the word. A straight line from the wall to the wall, this is a huge triangle. Or a tetrahedron. I don’t know how to call it. The front line, the rear ends in the corner.But just the adjacent to the walls were with a surprise.They usually say: like a bull squeezed - but I think the bull would have been smoother. The horizontals were delighted. They resembled a sea wave.The doors of the fireplace, inserted curved, seemed to mock. The seams between the bricks, then with the thickness of the finger, then with the hair, distracted attention, but did not add beauty.

The husband, rushing away, asked the Master, who seemed to have decreased in size:
Have you seen The Wolf in the Thirty Kingdoms as a child? Do you put a stove here from there? Understand it until I find you.
I watched here too. The similarity was undoubtedly, only in the multiplex the stove was good. And it crushed when the wool was drowned in it by a wolf, and our wool was like that.
Do you think it’s all over? You are wrong.

In order not to repeat the mistakes anymore, I found on the Internet the project of my future fireplace. Again the master. Here the aviator comes to help. And we, taught by bitter experience, arrange casting.

The first answered and the Master arrived at Pradyka. Suddenly, but the plus added to him. But we could start missing ourselves right away. Because the Master got an album with photographs of marble fireplaces and began to fill the names of famous people to whom he built these fireplaces. Our brick he removed, my internet project rejected, and said that since we do not pull on the marble, he will roll out a concrete fireplace for us. I did not turn away from the first surprise, to imagine a concrete structure on the veranda my head refused, so leaving my head like a bulldozer, promised to think about it.

The next Master came to us on foot, in broken shoes, with an umbrella over his head – it was raining. He did not have his ideas, because he, as it turned out in the process of conversation, is a stone craftsman, and once my project is scheduled and orderly, and he will do everything in less than a week. At the end of his speech he added that you can remove ten percent of the amount you expect – and he agrees. His eyes were on his forehead, because he hadn’t asked for the amount. In his view, it was an offer that could not be rejected. But we refused.

And finally he appeared. In an ordinary car. Looking at a bunch of brick, he thoughtfully counted it, and even told us the mark of brick. As I found out later, I was not mistaken. Check if the foundation for the fireplace is properly made, if there is a section from the walls. I did not neglect my internet project, but said that it will work out.The price called not big, but also not small. The clay on which he laid the bricks, carried every day from his station (lived somewhere under the Hot Key).
And yes, the promise was kept, the fireplace finished. I made another small cottage in it. in a gift. Small but pleasant. He only asked us to open the door.
All I wrote. I will go to the fireplace and remember Victor again with a good word. The master who put together the fireplace that I like, and it works( does not smoke, burns in any weather, and pleasantly shakes corners). One thing, I never knew if Victor could paint.