vaselina comes to moscow, this is how she later told me and out of the total number of our students, why she chose me, i don’t know, maybe because with a transfer in orsha, it was impossible even to get to vitebsk, there was only one train, and imagine, i have two suitcases, eight boxes of books are too heavy to lift. because i couldn’t leave my art books, then i arrive in a foreign country at the station and meet my future husband, a tall, tall, handsome scandinavian, blond redhead, all skinny in jeans, as i later found out that he an aircraft technician, and also a bass guitarist, when his hands reached out to me, he had beautiful fingers. and so i stayed, i think, just think, i’ll work for 2 years somewhere in some belarus, and i’ll come back, i came to the department, everyone helped me, everyone suggested me, everyone guided me, we had such wonderful masters, i came to the first lecture and i think i’ll be a teacher, i’ll be more mature, and i’m stuck. in the soldier's golyphs, uh, in the green ones, so i took my favorite yugoslav red sweater. with this one with burgundy large g