I am 41, and I still remember Soviet times. There was a lot of things, good, bad. But! It was a dream, bright and clear. There was a desire to go up to the stars. Where is it?! to

I understand today’s practicism, but I don’t understand the lack of dreams. It is wonderful that they now calculate, “and what I will have from this.” They count an hour ahead. They do not consider children, especially grandchildren. Massarakh, three times massarakh! This is our world in sight!! We stopped dreaming!

The struggle of ideology seems to have ruined the dream. As long as there was a bipolar world, each of the poles sought to show that it was first. No need to be first. At least ideologically.