The Boxer Girl

"..yesterday I got into a fight with a man who started beating his eighth-grade son for a deuce in mathematics. A pair of bruises on my face, my hands were damaged, but I won, 5 years of boxing were not wasted", - Polina wrote in one of the days. A nice girl with a child's eyes, standing by the wall in the yellowish light of the reflected sun, between us a coarse canvas of large weaving, he is also one of the heroes here - provides a torn roughness of the smear, a gray-cold glow of halftones, a line of drawing on it like a marker on paper .. and below, two red spots, knocked out of color - boxing gloves. Etude-talk with a wonderful girl who needs to be strong.