Previously I thought: how people lived at thirty-seven, did they not notice anything? Now I know how.

I went for a visa to the British Embassy. There was a crowd of people who were rejected for various reasons. I go to the interview window. In English, the charming lady, looking with English kindness, pressing her lips, asked, "Do you speak English?" I shrugged my shoulders and said, “Sometimes.” Widely opened eyes, then rust - and a visa.

In short, he went into the woods, gathered mushrooms, gathered a calf, sat down for a couple of years. I went out, and I’ve got my puppets in the yard. He left for life.