Death in Vain

The illustration based on the Alexander Vvedensky's dying poem "Elegy".

I rode along the mountain ranges, Their soaring peaks and endless stretches, The wine-filled jugs among ledges, The world was beautiful like snow, I saw the streams cascade aground, I saw the storm with a fierce gaze, The hight wind played a peaceful sound Death placed the hour of the vain.

This illustration is all the more valuable to me because it was beginning of my travell in the world of cg.