, the boy dreamed of becoming a pilot, and the dream was not born by chance, near the village of zherdevkawas a military airfield and the guys we often ran to see the planes. petya liked these strong, beautiful and fast cars that soar into the sky and perform aerobatics of incredible beauty and complexity. so. it happens that a person, while still a child, saw something fascinating that sank into his soul and decided: i want to be a pilot, a director, an astronaut, or anyone, the main thing is that there is a dream, this happened with pyotr kashtanov. i was 14 years old at this moment, when i consciously realized that i had chosen exactly the profession that i want to do all my life, when you you see... but the time came for army service, i ended up in the tank forces, upon my return i tried to enroll in flying again, the sky beckoned, i stormed the admissions office of a flight school, it didn’t work out, then there was the ordinary life of a young man from the provinces, he worked at a factory, he was looking for himself , then another attempt at admission, a third, then again... again ,

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