Since childhood, my main peculiarities were poor health and love for music. But if my parents somehow could cope with the first one, they had nothing to counterpose to the second.
At the time when the Chernobyl Nuclear Power Plant exploded, my mother was a thirteen-years-old girl, so, when she gave birth to me thirteen years later, it detrimentally affected my health.
Nine months after my birth I had a heart surgery, and doctors officially proclaimed me a disabled child. The only dubious privilege I gained was the right to stay in bed longer than other kids. However, such pastime was too tedious for me, so I had learned to entertain myself.

Having learned an alphabet at the age of three, I started to read. The heroes of marvelous children's