Now you once again make sure that love can be beautiful at any age.
Alas, love, passionate passion, penetrating sensuality and other love experiences are "given" to the young. Cinematography has not chosen for a long time its plots in which the main characters are slightly more than 40+, the young maidens become musicians and composers, and in general - relationships, so that alone and for life, too, are out of fashion ...
And only touching anima "Up" from Pixar managed to reach our hearts and convince that in venerable age you can love and dream, as it happened with Karl and Elli Fredriksen. But this couple did not leave anyone indifferent, however, now you will once again wipe the tear from your eyes when you see Irina Nedyalkova's photos.
For her new work, Russian photographer Irina Nedyalkova chose unusual characters - an elderly and very passionate elderly couple from St. Petersburg.
Delicate looks, hands, caring embrace and warmth - nothing escaped the photographer's lens ...
And let for the audience the story of dating, love, or maybe just a long-awaited date will remain a mystery, you can not tear your eyes from viewing photos!
Hardly having published the works on a page in sotsseti, they in a few seconds became viral!
Love, time over which is not powerful ...
"Why leave the fire in your eyes just because we are old?"
SHE IS:
When I'm eighty-five,
When I start to lose slippers,
In the broth soften pieces of bread,
Knit unnecessarily long scarves,
Walking, holding on to walls and cabinets,
And a long time to peer into the sky ...
When everything is female,
What is given to me now,
Will be wasted and will not care -
Sleep, wake up, or not wake up.
From what he saw in his lifetime
I'll take your image carefully,
And a little noticeable lips smile.
© Vera Butko
HE:
When I'm eighty-five,
In the house I'll look for your slippers,
Grumble at the fact that it's hard for me to bend,
Wear some ridiculous scarves
Of those that you have for me.
And in the morning, waking up before dawn,
I will listen to your breath,
Suddenly smile and hug softly.
When I'm eighty-five,
I'll blow off a speck of dust,
Your gray bouquets correct,
And, holding hands along the square to walk.
And we will not be afraid to die,
When we are eighty-five ...
© Vadim Zinchuk