The blog post, which I wrote three months till the year of starting my new life — my last three months.
Today, I read two Russian-language articles — from «Meduza» and «Radio Liberty» — about the real situation in the village of Tomsino in the Pskov Region— a twelve-year-old girl wrote a letter to Putin. There has been no response from the Kremlin, local officials refused to help, and the girl and her mother’s own fellow villagers began to mock them.
At the first time, I wanted to publish this post on Sunday. Then, I decided to prepare it properly on Monday. After Monday, it was decided to do it on Tuesday. Today is Wednesday, and this is directly connected with the main theme of the post.
Three and a half months have passed — for some, this period of time may seem insignificant, — lived and forgotten — but for me, it was full of joy and bitterness, its successes and failures…
One hour left. The wagon of a moving tram was not the best place to formulate thoughts, but he wanted to get in time no matter what. He took out a rumpled notebook and pen from his backpack and began to write…
I use social networks and share my works and thoughts with you for the third month — before this, I actively used social networks one year ago, when I lived in the Saint Petersburg city, and even earlier — seven years ago.
The idea to shoot the video came to me suddenly, and it completely reflects my conditions at that time — the desire for sudden, but decisive actions.
A year and a half ago, I came back to the Samara city and deliberately made a pause in making music: I wanted to spend time with the people, who are very dear to me, and truly understand, what I want.