10 years ago I have made an act which superradikalno has changed my life. Accepted by me then the decision, probably, was
not optimum, but also casual it will not name. However that I now would not write concerning my departure to other country, all
will be perceived by the reader through a prism of its private experience, experience frequently painful and ambiguous. For it was
in the end of hard the ninetieth.
I do not love emigrant stories, therefore do not wait from me for a sentimental narration about difficult destiny of Russian
emigrants. Was, certainly it is difficult, but it was interesting, sometimes melancholy, I do not argue, but to name this period of the
life useless it would be wrong, and it is not fair. I to much have learnt, much have understood. First of all, I have understood the
main thing - senselessness of my constant, lasting all life, how many myself I remember, struggle against own essence.