, then on a may morning nikolai fedorov looked like this taught in a way my first lesson, i lookedearer of a worldview according to which these bones would someday be clothed with flesh. then, as a child, driving through kiev, i entered the territory. kiev-pechersk lavra and i was led to the grave of an unknown deceased, there was no monument on the grave, there was no cross, there was no name of the deceased, but there remained a large tombstone, on this slab the inscription: we need a great russia, you need great upheavals, only later i found out that this saying belongs to stalypin, he said shortly before his death. it was stalypin’s grave, so names, events, poems sealed in the past, my childhood seeped through, revealing to me a delightful, divine past, then in childhood i experienced a mysterious attraction, a mysterious illness, i felt the need, watching the world of the cross, transfer this world to ... paper, capture it, describe it, transfer the real world into the non-existent world, create the illusion of the real world. i wanted to immerse myself in this illusory world,