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It’s not easy to write about myself. Let’s see now, I remember that I figured how to use markers earlier than I learned to talk, and then I wouldn’t learn to walk, because I already had something to do. My parents don’t seem too happy when they recall all the ballet dancers and doggies I drew on our furniture that was so difficult to buy back in the Soviet time. Several years later my prefected dancers and doggies started appearing on different posters at school. And another couple of years later my “ballerinas” got published. |
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