Was born in Irkutsk on May 4, 1956. Irkutsk is a sunny city. In a frosty winter the snow scrunches, and the sky is very much blue. Summer happens to be a miscellaneous, but generally all the same is a sunny one. I had lived in Irkutsk till 24 years. Somehow Gabriel Garcia Marquez told, - All the best that had happened to me, had occurred till 18 years till I leaved the native village. I understand him. Irkutsk is an independent city, with its personality. The city of students and scientists on the one hand, and surrounded with zones for condemned in the other; the city where were banished both Decembrists, and prostitutes. By the way, maybe, therefore Irkutsk is the city of the most beautiful girls? When I was eleven years old I heard Vysotskiy for the first time and a little bit later Okudzhava and Galich (then already there were bobbin tape recorders) and parents were nothing to do, but as soon as possible to buy for me a guitar. School, sports, a guitar and a street - there was such a cheerful life. My parents (father – a military man, mother - a doctor), despite of the work all the day, lived with an open house. Guests happened to be there all the time. My father sat down at the piano, played and sang. He sang fine, as he had an absolute hearing, and played on everything that was: piano, guitar, accordion. He never studied music, simply was presented from God, and made himself master of musical instruments while he was lying in the hospitals during war. The same is for my older brother. And here mother wasn't able to sing at all, I was just more like she was. She still has been worried about me very much. Songs that were pleasant to me always had any history. Here I also remembered that the father or friends of parents sang: «again anniversary and three beloved sons aren't knocking at the gate …», «the night is desert and foggy and is dark around …», «here under the other's sky …». And in the street, in the yards senior boys with a guitar such stories sang. But most of all, of course, Vysotskiy prevailed. I graduated from the institute in Irkutsk and was distributed to a plant. And though the duties were carried out regularly, but I clearly felt, it was not a business for me. I thought what to do: whether to go to the north, or still anywhere? And when a possibility of the postgraduate study in Moscow suddenly turned up, I, of course, didn't deliberate. So in 1981 I appeared in the capital. And here in Moscow, I do not know why, songs suddenly began to be written: the first one, the second one, the tenth one … Everything that was collected then in my head and soul began to be splashed out in verses and melodies. In many respects it was inaptly. But, still, I squeezed myself out as a sponge. And gradually the main work turned in a minor one, and creativity became the basic one. Besides, there was a big internal problem: in songs I was a one person, but the framework of the socialist work forced to live by other measures. And I left the work, having arranged a farewell banquet for whom I worked with for eight years and for whom I still remember with love. So the postgraduate study and the protected master's thesis remained behind. I didn't know - whether I had a moral right to perform with a guitar for people, and separate concerts already happened that time, but I understood that it was necessary to record the songs professionally. So in 1990 there was the first studio album. It didn't make me are very well-known but many people heard my songs and the first tours began. Since then my life, practically, hasn't change: songs, verses, stories are written, albums are recorded and concert programs are prepared. I have no image on a scene, and I do not aspire, it is, possible, incorrectly, to be pleasant to a viewer. I am an author, and I perform for people to share how I see the life. And, naturally, there are those who don’t agree with me and to whom I’m not interesting. And it should be that way. All my songs are about people. About different people. I saw them a lot. I’m happy that it was possible to get acquainted and be on friendly terms with some outstanding Persons with capital letter. Thanks to them many songs are written. However, and from absolutely a simple person and even any scourge from a pothouse it is possible, sometimes, to hear the truth which you do not recognize even listening to an academician. In general, in the course of time, having passed through different scrapes, losses and happy days, you start to appreciate the simplest things in your life: Therefore, I want to wish you more sun, to get all that you most of all like in the life. Excuse me, if didn't tell that would be more interesting to you. Probably, you will find it in songs and on my site. Be happy!
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