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Biography History of PSU from Santher, a short course, copyright spelling and punctuation are preserved. Guys, if you read this, then you have nothing to do, or you are very kind B. I want to think about the second option, otherwise everything is in vain. Well, yes, away, chimeras! Kolya, Dima, Max, I, other guys, you do not know them. All in one class. So far we are listening, but I want it ourselves.

So as in the photographs. The names of the favorites on notebooks, diaries, hands, walls, friends. Ballpoint pen. There were no markers and stickers then, children. Why are I not Richie Blackmore? There are already songs. Not about love. This is later. Awesome game. In the lessons we write songs, at the breaks we sing, playing along on the ruler. After school, we write down on a tape recorder, while there are no parents at home.

The first guitars. Of course acoustics. I don’t know the chords, I don’t know how to configure, but I play and sign up for hours. The rest of the time goes on recordings with friends and photo shoots on landfills, construction sites, and garbage dumps. To show off. We carry school jackets inside out and pins everywhere. Parents are very against. They learned to play a little, bought, pulled out, glued!

The school is over. Soya introduces the hippo. The hippo listens to this and offers to sign up at his house. But by the way, in my opinion, do not care. Said appears. We write down the first conditionally full -fledged album. I went into the army. Rock club festival. Without me, of course. Do not go to the army! They tried to do something with Max in B.. Without us.

The train left. Further is not interesting. School again. I am a teacher. Around children, all kinds of consens. They started everything again. In the cinema booth. Drunk, drugs, ambitions are moronic, Said died, they don’t pay money, that's it. Well, in the cinema tank, then. Max snapps, Kolya, Miron Polta brought, rhythm-box. The Confimers were taught to drink.

Still not to learn. A person is tormented. We play, we write, we even play concerts in front of schoolchildren. On a household tape recorder. Soya compilation did. I chose songs from forty. I went to work in security. In pursuit of a long ruble. Miron went into the mind of Krishna. In pursuit of Krishna's consciousness. Silence and desolation.

It was he who woke everyone up. Like the Decembrists. Here are the texts, I will pay for the studio. They still sell in stores, by the way. Ethers on the radio. Mosin - Drums, Petrov - Bas, Kolya Mikhailov could still sing, the conditions - BEK, I. All sorts of concerts. We are interested in everyone who is supposed to. Show on TV. But they don’t pay us for our music, even though you crack.

In the best case, beer is a bit or dollars 5 per nose. Sobolev returned. I just played a concert with him, without rehearsals and. Further again is not interesting. I was not there. Six years ago I bought a synthesizer for myself. He studied him for three years in proud loneliness. I wrote some songs. Soy again. Now we will record Max. It’s painful for his songs are good.

And Dima, Blackmore and Kolya died. And we are alive, and inside it itchs. What are they discussing?