december 1st. my dad, then already an honored artist of armenia, rushes into the maternity hospital on pirogovkasor zdilberman, who delivered the child, undressed, which means the little future wizard began to say something, just look at how strong his legs are, what strong arms he has, what rosy cheeks he has, what a nose he has he’s big, strong, his ears are pink, and that we have a baby here in your palm, and they’re squeezed, with his fingers squeezed, that you have a boy there, and i was born left-handed, and he began to unclench the fingers of his left hand, and what did he see in me? palm, he saw his wedding ring, he takes it off, in the sense of taking it into my palms, picking it up, examining it carefully and saying: yes, arutyuna mayakovich, now i have no doubt, this is definitely your son. but today , exclusively for you personally, andrei nikolaevich, for your magical program there is a backstory that we don’t talk about, but today i have the opportunity to tell it to you, tell you. my dad, before he appeared, that is, in my mother’s boudoir, one might say, magical there, he flies i