To those who came out of Egypt
On the price of hope in an age of despair If in the mid-eighties, during the reign of Comrade Chernenko, the faithful son of the Communist Party and continuer of Lenin’s work, they told me that in our country it would be possible to openly call this same Lenin a murderer, read whatever you want, travel abroad, buy oranges all year round, I would , of course, did not believe. And now - please. But, right according to Chekhov, radio was invented, but there is no happiness.