Мгновения моего пути

This, my, not the first book and times, You, have come here and read, its, and can, look, my album, perhaps, I think, You, already know and like, my works and You, want, become my, priceless reader.

Therefore, and also to make it easier to communicate, let's immediately agree that we will switch to-you.

So, my new friend and wonderful reader, I will tell you my little stories!!!

My name, as you remember, is Vladislav and my name, masculine, Russian and Slavic, was formed from two words: "own" and "glory".

My father was named Pavel, so my middle name is Pavlovich. Well, I took my last name from my mother and grandfather, Kazantsev, that is, it turns out, Kazantsev.

At the moment, I am just over forty years old and my life is just beginning.

I like, as you know, to write poems, novels and stories, as well as, sometimes, write beautiful, in my opinion, drawings and pictures. I like to take pictures of wildlife, birds and animals. Especially, to catch the moments that no one sees and then does not know, because everything in the world happens only once.

And if something is repeated, it is no longer a repetition, but only a semblance of chance.

I, since the time of my training at school, number thirty-one, located in the city of Tyumen, of course in Russia, I have been collecting coins. How I started, I will describe further, in the text, since we are just getting acquainted now.

Before, the army, I entered the evening, self-supporting Department, in vocational school-7, Tyumen, for the profession of cook, fourth category and pastry chef, third category.

Six months later, I received, on hand, a certificate of "horoshist", with grades of four, in both professions. In secret, I was preparing to become a chef, not for spiritual reasons, but then, before, many were afraid to go to the army, because of "hazing" and thought that the profession of cook, in the army kitchen, "closer to food", would save them from it. Which, of course, was not the case.

Первая моя остановка, в Андреевский поселок, на велосипеде

My first stop, in Andreevsky village, by bike

До армии, я разносил книжки по городу и пытался их, продавать, но, вскоре, бросил это, тяжелое для меня занятие.

Устраивался в ОП, охранные предприятия, но, нигде долго не задерживался, я, еще, не привык тогда, к постоянной работе. Хотел денег сразу и много.

Постоянно, дружил с девушками, но, связи мои, были недолгими.