Real Love

He sat in front of a tape recorder and held a cassette in his hands ...

The tape recorder was the simplest - many people had: portable "electronics". Black with blue. His buttons were loose and, as I remember now, the "start" was green, and the "stop", as usual, is red. The tape recorder still had a black strap. The cassette was transparent, without inscriptions. That's just the thin pink strip was glued, on which the inscription "The Beatles" made by an uncomfortable children's hand appeared after. This cassette is the first gift for my birthday that I remember. Uncle, an avid bitoloman, handed it to me, saying: "Here, listen. You will like it." I was six years old and I was perplexed that it could be. But I immediately realized: the thing is important, because I was allowed to take a tape recorder and listen to the cassette ...

I opened the box, turned the cassette in my hands, recalling how dad inserts them into the tape recorder. He looked inside the tape recorder, figured it out and with the deepest interest, if not to say reverence (where it came from - it is incomprehensible, since I did not know what was there), I sent it to the open "mouth" of electronics. Closed. Pressed "Start". Hiss. I’m sitting, I don’t understand anything, there are no sounds (now it would be called the "Mkhatov pause", which the tape recorder so masterfully withstood). And suddenly ... quiet, a little swimming ...

"Yesterday All My Troubles Seemed So Far Away,

Now it look as though they're heere to stay.

OH, I BELIEVE in YESTERDAY ... "

Paul sang so touching ... Something inside me turned upside down. So we began with great love. We have: The Beatles and me.