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Siberia
The City of Vladivostok
The Terminator
The Next “Real Man”
The Elevator
Friendly Sparing
The Kind Policeman
Our Neighbor
Go Over the Swamp!
Bottles for Sale
Michael
The Phantom
The Funeral March
Icy Roads
The Hairdresser
The School
The School Break
The School Dentist
The Stolen Blood
The Robbery of the School Cafeteria
The Blood Brothers
the driver in trouble
The Ice Floe
A Moment of Life
Last Day in my Neighborhood Before I Left
Leaving Russia
At the Korean Airport
The Arrival in the United States
American School
My Second Day at American School
Walking Around the Midland City
Weekends
Ordinary American Day A Trip to Kalamazoo City
Christmas Vacation
Christmas
“Thank you, and Merry Christmas!”
Moving to My Second Host Family
The Happiest Day in America
Help from Rotary
Saturday Morning
The Bahamas!!!
After Bahamas
Moving to my Third Host Family
My Memories
A Call from America to Russia
“Help! ‘Putin’ is dying!”
The Long-Awaited Trip to New York
I continue to write on July, 1 at 22.17
I am writing on July, 2 at 17.50
Washington White House I started writing at 22.53 p.m. on July, 6
Last Days in America
The Long-Awaited Meeting with my Mom
Irkutsk City
A Year has Passed
Two Years Later
The Exchange Student from Japan
“How much did it cost?”
“The Evil”, and on his left one – “The God.”
The Siberian New Year was coming
Sony Erikson
The Mario
My Canadian Ice-Skates
Wushu
“Happy holiday season, Chinese people!”
Our Dreams
Sniper
Terminator’s Brother
Gosha and his Dogs
The Forward Player
“The Heat”
Tasty Barbecue
Oh, man!
A Cold Night
“Stop right there!”
The Basement
The Residence
The Broken Dreams
The Message from Japan
The Letter from President of One World Rotary Club
I was born in Krasnoyarsk, Siberia. When I was one year old, my parents moved to Irkutsk city (Eastern Siberia). At first, we lived in a hostel. Looking from the window, I could see a prison. By seeing the prisoners walking in circles, I learnt how hard life was in that place. Then, we lived in our friend’s studio. After a few years, the local government gave to my dad a two-bedroom apartment for his hard work at the union of artists. That’s how we started living in the neighborhood named “Pervomayskiy”. Almost 18 years of my life passed in that “wonderful” district.
The whole new world took me into its dreadful arms; it was the world of fear, grey nine-storey buildings, street gangs, guns and fights. I couldn’t escape from this system; I became a part of it.
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One day my mom and I were sitting on the beach. Our two-liter bottle of Coca-Cola was lying nearby. Shurik came up and said, “Hey man, can I drink your Cola?”
I looked at him, he was well physically developed. He reminded me of Arnold Schwarzenegger. How could I say no to him? “Sure!” I replied.
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