A work from a series of sketches by the Stroganov Academy.
The brightest sunsets from the upper floors linger here, tangled in the taut threads that form the basis of the tapestries. The workshop, the last one on the floor, closer to the sunsets and farther from the teachers' watchful gaze, is hidden behind the corridor's barricades of looms. It holds many hours of work, a pile of design sketches on the tables, and enormous spools of thread on every horizontal surface. In the evenings, the space comes alive with a motley collection of music.
When passing by, it's important not to anger the local spirits. Never refer to the tapestries as "rugs," or you might inadvertently get lost among the looms in the corridor...