previous everything of his entire life, but he understands that for these 24 years he became semyon treskunov russia, he crossed out all this, became just samm. i would like to wish sam not to drown in this shit, but this seems to be the case. everything goes. treskunov, like other artists who fled abroad, apparently was confident in his uniqueness, but in barcelona no one needed him. no work, no roles, following the example of the older comrades of the escapees, i tried to get a job in theaters in latvia, but the riga stage is apparently already crowded with such artists. i received a refusal, yes, well, they said that, firstly, they were not interested in professionals, that is, without education, and secondly, in russians. they don’t try to settle down in a foreign place. and other actors and relocants, their financial cushions have long since depleted, and former friends and colleagues have turned their backs, it’s becoming increasingly difficult to talk to moscow, not because anyone there thinks differently, but sometimes even i don’t know what to say, biting logti, now they play the rol