sukhoverkhov, your mother is a portrait painter, galina mayevskaya.you draw a picture of your childhood, what pictures come to mind first of all? well, firstly, of course, the artists with whom my father was friends, naturally, then, you know, there was some kind of brotherhood then, they even took me when i was little, abused me demonstrations, of course, everything was yes, but that goes without saying, then there were trips, trips out of town. going to mushrooms, yes , by some kind of bus, yes, simple, but the artists, that means, were traveling together, gathering, there were a lot of large groups there, going to mushroom picking, then there were some scooters there, a tsomobranka, which means this everything, some conversations, naturally about art, about everything, you know, i grew up in such an atmosphere, and of course, artists gathered at home for holidays. there was such a creative atmosphere, absolutely, that is, i’m in it i was brought up, and as my mother says , well, i don’t remember this myself now, well , i always had such knees, you