When I was working at this portrait, I had remembered one old story from the beginning of 80th years. I was a first year student of graphic arts, and I had one familiar girl whom I humbly step up. She was a first year student too, but in other institute. That time in the USSR it was obligingly to study "History of Communist party of Soviet Union" in all universities. Julia (it was her name) could not understand Marx's, Engels's and Lenin's ideas in any way, and I started out to help her. It is necessary to tell that Julia had beautiful large bosom and wore fitting blouses or deep decolletes. We sat close to each other among piles of books of Lenin, I looked at her bosom, and soon ceased to understand something in communistic movement…
My pal guitarist was tall, handsome and strong blond. At some moment Julia stopped visiting me, and I found out about her love affair with the guitarist… I don't know, whether she passed examination in History of Communist party of the USSR or not.