In a city of another era, a Rusito is to do some mischief (do not ask me how I broke the glass did not.)
I like to think that this city is St. Petersburg.
There are horses and carriages, and pavement instead of asphalt, so I do not hear motors or speakers. But do not believe that the city is quiet, we hear the sum of hooves against the pavement and the creaking of the carts, the flapping of birds and their songs, the shouts of vendors, the voices of walkers, bells, some machines in the distance, such as locomotives, ships and factories speakers.
The boy wears a hat that I like.
for Editorial Santillana I drew with pencils and inks, to compare what life was like in the cities then and now.
