Whatcha wanna know 'bout a white nigga from Russia...

So, a few words about myself... What shall I start with? Well, as your American movie classics says: "It's always good to start from the beginning" or something like that. :) That's what I'm going to do.

I was made on a bright summer day to be born on a bright spring day. I remember the sun shining brightly on that day and a nurse smiling and saying to somebody something like: "Oh, sh*t, is it long before the lunch break? I'm f***ing tired of pulling these little motherf***ers out!" Well, not bad for the first day, I think.

I didn't spend much time at home and in a two or three years I got a 4-year-long trip to the nearest kindergarden. It's not that I was spending there days and nights, but most of the day I was surrounded by a lot of other children and a bunch of wicked witches who called themselves 'up-bringers' (excuse the english variant of the RUSSIAN word, please). So I suppose it was because of them that my furious hate for adults began. Yeah, sure, there were adults and adults, but most of them tried to teach us something good and thanks to their teaching that something good gradually turned into something that you always do 'just the other way about'. Huh, I guess I'm getting too phylosophical...

Anyway the kidergarden was over at about when I was 7 and the next September I went to school. Teachers liked me, because I was a dilligent (not sure about the spelling), hard-working and clever boy (at least I won't die of being too shy :). But all this was exterior while hate for school was interior. I didn't like having all those qualities of a 'good' boy. I don't think you understand me if you have never been such a boy yourself. I am not sure what you get when you finish school with disctinction in your country; here we get 'gold' medals made of steel. So I got one.

When I was receiving it from the hands of some local piece of authority, the idea struck me: "Sh*t, I can't believe I have been learning my ass off for 10 years just to get this mutherf***ing piece of steel painted yellow with some decorative inscriptions on it???!!!" But school years had their moments - the first love, the first party, the first getting drunk... If you want to know anything in detail, just let me know - I'll be glad to tell you. Yeah, the 'gold' medal is getting covered with dust somewhere and I'm growing more and more nostalgic about my school years as everything bad is getting washed out from my memory and bright carelessness of the gone youth seems more and more away from the present... Hm, it seems like I'm rather inclined to contemplation today. But let us go on and approach the present moment.

After school and after just the greatest strain on my nerves which I suffered in the course of my entrance exams, I got to the University where I'm happily studying now. I don't like to foretell things, because too much sh*t's happening round here and actually everywhere, but if it goes the way it is supposed to, I'm going to get the profession of an English and Deutch teacher and escape working as one at school. Why? Probably, that's going to be the topic of my next 'tHoUgHt' :).