for the eightieth year i worked in chatla komissarskaya, which means the stage is rehearsing, i’m sittingf thinking that i’m looking there, myself in the margins of the play, drawing some kind of jewelry, you’re thinking about something else, i... i realized that, in general, i was already sick, that this was for me, that i couldn’t combine one with the other, i began to think what remains in the theater after a person, what remains of him, the posters will decay in 10 years, the reviews will turn yellow, which means the flowers will wither, what will remain in the memory of the viewer, no one... will ever know, in general, there remains an emptiness, this worried me very much, so i chose jewelry, left the theater, however, i left, i left with pain, with difficulty and leaving the theater, he sat down, sitting next to his secretary, already mastering the higher ones. pilotage, a plate is made from an ingot, in the future a tube will be made from this plate, and so on. imagine, my father-in-law, when i was just starting my career, there were no tools yet, i found this one in the trash heap