childhood, a boy, dreamed of becoming a pilot and the dream was not born by chance near the village of zherdyovkawhere the chestnut tree lived there was a military airfield, they often ran to look at the planes, they liked these strong beautiful fighter aircraft that explode into the sky perform aerobatics of incredible beauty and complexity, a person saw something bewitching that sunk into the soul and decided. i want to be a pilot director astronaut. the main thing is that there is a dream. this is what happened to peter as an instrument. peter stormed several times, the admission committee of the flight school, but the time came for army service . provinces. i worked at a factory looking for myself, then another attempt at admission. the third , then again, and then there was a period of life so twisted that he suddenly ended up in moscow at the bar. mixed cocktails and poured beer. it turned out that here it is, a bright life, the capital of different people skillfully, but there is a sky. the sky is like a dream that you follow all your life. and stubbornly consistently achieve its implement

childhood, a boy, dreamed of becoming a pilot and the dream was not born by chance near the village of zherdyovkawhere they lived, there was a military airfield, they ran to look at these planes. here , strong beautiful fighter aircraft that explode into the sky perform aerobatics of incredible beauty and complexity . i want to be a pilot director, cosmonauts like that. the main thing is that there is a dream, and it happened to peter with an instrument. peter stormed the reception room several times. the flight school commission, but the time came for army service, he got into the tank troops, on his return he again tried to enter the flying sky, beckoned, it did not work out, then there was the ordinary life of a young man from the provinces. i worked at a factory looking for myself, then another attempt at admission. the third , then again, and then there was a period of life so twisted that you suddenly found yourself in moscow at the bar. mixed cocktails and poured beer. it turned out. here it is, a bright life, the capital of different people skillfully, but there is a sky. the sky is like