My father was an unknown russian artist. He passed away recently. All his life he lived a simple life in a village. My father was born in the city of Karaganda in Kazakhstan. This is a place where the blizzard knocks you down and the snow in winter is ten feet deep. So that the house is covered with snow and you cannot get outside. My father lived in a dugout made of earth. Sometimes the temperature was 40 below freezing and people got parts of their body frostbitten. Later he migratated to Russia in search for knowledge, realization of his talents, and pursuit of education. He never cared about glory, riches and students. All his life he was painting pictures. He made more than 250 paintings for himself. Also he made thousand of portraits. Thus he made people happy by his talents. But no-one appreciated and he died almost broke. I want to spread information about my father to everyone who might need it. I cannot let the name of my father disappear in vain. I do not want the glory of my father to be forgotten. If you want to read more about the life of my father and see his paintings on steemit and other platforms then do not hesitate to upvote and resteem. Say in the commentary whether you want more posts about my father and see all of his paintings. I hope for your support
