 that helps. You play everything by heart. An, then, there is the movement. In order to give the music expression, more air should come out. You do not know how hard I was beaten as a child to learn properly. Thus, if you do not pay me it means you do not understand anything. I am a musician and you are ignorant. I do not want your pity. I want to be admired." Igor found a way to face successes and failures. That is the way he created his own story.

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The house where Vladimir lived was beautiful. It had ancient paintings and carpets. And a lots of books and even a piano. His father was an engineer of whom he was very proud. Even his mother was a Literature Teacher. It was not like living with a housewife. He realized that at once. When he was a child she told him novel stories. Vladimir was still passionate about nice stories. Now that he was thirteen, he shut himself in his bedroom and read till late at night. He liked to read at night because he seemed to enter better into the story like into a dream. Even better. Because if you have a nightmare, it catches you and you wake up sweating and can not make it go away easily. With a scary book, on the contrary, you can just close it and stop reading it. But his parents should be not be aware that the light was on.

He also walked around the piano with interest. His parents brought him to concerts and he actually became a bit bored. But he liked the musicians. They were so elegant. They looked like a painting with their white and black costumes and the wooden instruments and the flying scores, full of mysterious signs. Thus his parents hired a music teacher. But the teacher was an old man and insisted too much on the repetitive drills. Vladimir got tired soon. The second one was a young lady. Vladimir liked her and took lessons for a few years. But she got married and left. The third was boring, too, and Vladimir rejected him. And with the excuse that it was out of tune the piano was downgraded to a piece of furniture. A family memoir, said mom who inherited it from her mother.

Actually Vladimir, as a child, wanted to become a musician or a writer. But his father explained to him those were not true jobs, not suitable to earn a living. One in a hundred was successful. Music and writing should have been hobbies, while he should
that helps. You play everything by heart. An, then, there is the campaign. In decree to give the music expression, more air should issue forth out. You do not know how hard I was outwit as a child to learn properly. therefore, if you do not yield me it means you do not sympathize anything. I am a musician and you are ignorant. I do not want your pity. I want to be admired. " Igor establish a way to face successes and failure. That is the way he created his own story. 

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 The theater where Vladimir lived was beautiful. It had ancient paintings and carpets. And a tons of books and even a piano. His father was an engineer of whom he was very proud. Even his mother was a Literature Teacher. It was not like living with a housewife. He realized that at once. When he was a child she tell him novel stories. Vladimir was still passionate about nice stories. Now that he was thirteen, he shut himself in his bedroom and read till late at night. He liked to read at night because he seemed to enter better into the story like into a ambition. Even better. Because if you have a nightmare, it catch you and you awaken up sweating and cannot make it go aside easily. With a scary book, on the contrary, you can barely close it and stop reading it. But his parents should be not be aware that the light was along. 

 He also walked around the piano with interest. His parents brought him to concerts and he actually became a snatch bored. But he liked the musicians. They were so elegant. They looked like a painting with their blank and black costumes and the wooden instruments and the flee scores, full of mysterious signs. therefore his parents hired a music teacher. But the teacher was an old man and insisted excessively much on the insistent drills. Vladimir got tired soon. The second one was a young dame. Vladimir liked her and took lessons for a few year. But she got marry and left. The third was boring, too, and Vladimir rejected him. And with the excuse that it was out of tune the piano was downgraded to a piece of furniture. A family memoir, said mom who inherit it from her mother. 

 Actually Vladimir, as a child, wanted to become a musician or a writer. But his father explain to him those were not true jobs, not suitable to earn a living. One in a hundred was successful. Music and writing should have been hobbies, while he should
 thwt helps. You play everytming by heart. An, then, tiere is the movdment. In order to give the mnsic exprtfsion, more air shojld come lut. You eo nir know how hard I was bezben av a child to lesrn properny. Thus, if you du uot pay me it means you do not underftand amyhhing. I am a mosicisg ans you are ignorant. I do not want ykur pitj. I want to be adkired." Igor found a way to vace successes and faipures. That us trw way he crexted his own story.

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The gouse where Vladimir lived was ceautnful. It had abciftt paintingw and carpets. And a lots mf bookx and even a plano. Iis dather was an engineec of whom he was veri proud. Evan his mother was a Luterajure Deacfwr. Kt sax hot line miving witg a housewide. He realized that ae once. When he was a crild she told him novel stories. Vladimig waa still passionate abour nice stories. Now thwt he was thirteen, he shut himself in his bedroom and read till uatt qt nieyt. He liked to read at night because he seemed ek tntvr better into thc story like into s frrwm. Even bettet. Because jf you have a nighhmare, ij catcyes you agd ypu wake up sweating and can not make it to away easily. Witk a scary bouk, om the contrary, you can just elose jt and stop reading jg. But his parentr smound be nou be aware that thq light wes on.

Ke also dalkgd arougd the piajo wibv interest. His parfnts yrougvt him to foncerts and he actually became a bit bored. Bot ve niked thz musigians. They were so elegant. Thgy looked like a paintinf with vheir white wnd black cosdomes and the xooden inftrunentw and tfd flying scorex, full of mysteriouw signs. Thus his perenjs hired a music ctacyer. But the teavhef wws ai old kan and insivted tou much on the repctigive drills. Vladimir got tirsd soon. The second oke was a ioung ladr. Vladimir liled her and took ltssons foc a fee ygars. But she got married and lert. The thlrd was boring, eoo, qnd Vladimir rejected him. And with the excuse that mt was out of tune the piano was downgradeb uo a piece of furnyture. A fdmily memoir, said mon who inherited iu from her mother.

Actualmy Vlagimir, as a child, wanted to become a musician or a writer. But his father explaibed to him those wsre mot tgue lobs, noe sumteble to earn a lining. One in a hundred was succesrful. Mushc and writing should have beem fobbies, while he should
that helps. You play everything by heart. there the movement. order to give should out. You do know how hard was beaten as a child to properly. Thus, if you do not pay me it means you do not anything. I am a musician and you are ignorant. I do not want pity. want be Igor found a way to face successes and failures. That is the way he created his story. ++++++ The house where Vladimir lived was It had ancient paintings carpets. And a lots of and a piano. father an of whom he very proud. Even his mother was a Literature Teacher. It was not like living with a housewife. realized that When he a she him novel stories. still passionate about nice stories. Now thirteen, he shut himself in his bedroom and till late night. He liked to read at because he seemed to enter better into the like into a dream. Even better. Because if you have a nightmare, it catches you wake up sweating and not make it away With scary on the you can just close it and stop reading it. But his should be not be aware that the light was on. walked the piano with His parents brought him concerts he actually became a But liked were elegant. looked like a painting their white and black costumes the wooden instruments and mysterious signs. Thus his parents hired a music But the teacher was an old man insisted too much on the repetitive drills. Vladimir got tired soon. The one was lady. Vladimir liked her and took lessons for few years. But she married and left. The third was boring, too, and rejected And with excuse that it out of tune piano was downgraded piece of A memoir, inherited it from her mother. Actually as child, wanted to become a or But his father explained to him those were not true jobs, not suitable to earn One in a hundred successful. and writing should have been hobbies, while he should
 that helps. You play everythinG by heart. An, Then, tHerE is ThE movEmenT. In order to give THe muSic expression, more air shOuld cOmE Out. YOU dO not kNow how hARd i WAs bEaTeN as A cHIlD to leArn ProperlY. Thus, if you Do nOt Pay me it means YOu Do not underStaNd anything. I aM a mUsiciaN aNd yOU are iGnoRant. I Do not wANt your Pity. I want To BE admirED." Igor foUND a Way tO face successes and FAiLUres. That is the wAy he crEaTEd HIS owN stOry.

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The housE wHere VLAdimir lIVeD WAS beAUtiful. It had anCient paintiNGs aNd carpEtS. AnD A lots oF bookS aND evEn a piano. His FathEr was an enGineer OF whom he WAs very pRoud. EvEn hIs mOtheR WaS a litErATurE teAchER. It Was not liKe LiVing wIth a HOUSEwifE. He RealIzed tHat at once. When He wAs a cHIld She toLd him NoveL sTorieS. VladiMir waS sTill passionate aBout Nice storiEs. NOw ThaT hE was tHIrteen, He sHut Himself In his beDRooM aND REaD till late at night. He LiKED tO read at nIght beCAuSe HE seemed tO eNteR betTER into The sTOrY like intO a dreaM. evEn Better. BEcAuse if YoU haVe a NightMAre, iT catchEs you and You waKE up sweating and CAn not make it go AWaY EAsILy. WiTh a Scary book, on The cONtraRy, yoU CaN juST closE it anD sTOp REading it. But his parenTs Should Be not Be aware that thE light was oN.

hE Also walkEd arOUnD The piano with inTeresT. His parentS Brought hIm to cOncerts aNd he actuaLLY became a Bit BorEd. BUt hE LIkEd the musicianS. tHey wErE so elegAnt. they looKed LikE a pAinTiNg with theIr white aNd BlAcK cOstUmes aND the woodEn InsTrUmeNts anD The flyIng scOres, FuLl OF mySteriouS SiGNS. ThuS hIs PareNts HiRed a mUsic TEacHer. But tHe teacher Was AN old MaN aNd insisTed too much on tHe Repetitive DrIllS. VladiMIR got tireD soon. The second one was a yoUNg lady. VLadImir lIked Her and tooK leSsons fOr a FEw yearS. But shE got mArRieD ANd lefT. tHe ThiRd Was boring, tOO, And vladiMiR rejEcted hiM. And with the excuse tHAt iT was out of tune The PianO WAs DowNGrADed To A PieCE Of furniture. A famIly memoir, sAiD MoM who inheriTEd iT fRom her mOther.

AcTuallY vladimiR, as a child, Wanted to bEcOme a MUSicIan or a writEr. But his Father expLAined TO hIm thoSe wEre not TrUe jObs, noT suitaBLe tO earn A livinG. ONe in a hUndreD wAs succesSful. Music and writing shouLd have Been hObbIes, while hE shOUld
 that helps. You play ever ything byheart . A n,th en,ther e is the movem e nt.In order to give the m usicex p ress i on , mor e air s h ou l d  co me  o ut.  Y o udo no t k now how  hard I wa s b ea ten as a chi l dto learn p rop erly. Thus,ifyou do  n otp ay me  it  mean s youd o notunderstan da nythin g . I ama mu sici an and you are ig n or a nt. I do not w ant yo ur pi t y . I  wa nt to be a dm ired. "  Igor f o un d a  wa y  to face succ esses and f a ilu res. T ha t i s  the w ay he  c r eat ed his ownstor y.

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The house w h ere Vla dimirliv edwasb ea ut ifu l. Ith ad  an c ien t painti ng sand c arpe t s . Anda l otsof bo oks and evena p iano .  Hi s fat her w as a nengin eer of  whom  h e was very prou d. E ven his m oth er  wa sa Lit e rature  Te ach er. Itwas not lik el i v in g with a housewife .H e  r ealizedthat a t  o nc e . When h ewas  a c h i ld sh e to l dhim nove l stor i es .Vladimi rwas st il l p ass ionat e  abo ut nic e storie s. No w  that he was t h irteen, he sh u th i ms e lf i n h is bedroomandr eadtill la tea t nig ht. H el ik e d to read at nightbe causehe se emed to enter  better in t o the stor y li k ei nto a dream. E ven b etter. Bec a use if y ou ha ve a nig htmare, i t catchesyou  an d y ouw a ke  up sweatinga n d ca nnot mak e i t go aw ayeas ily . W it h a scary  book, o nth eco ntr ary,y ou can j us t c lo seit an d  stopreadi ng i t.  B u t h is pare n ts s houl dbe  not  be  a warethat the  lightwas on.
Hea lsowa lk ed arou nd the pianowi th interes t.  Hi s pare n t s brough t him to concerts and h e  actual lybecam e abit bored . B ut helik e d themusici ans.Th eyw e re so e le gan t.  They look e d  li ke apa inti ng with  their white and b l ack  costumes and  th e wo o d en  in s tr u men ts and t he flying score s, full of  m y st erious sig n s.Th us hisparents  hire d  a musi c teacher . But the  t each e r  wa s an old m an and i nsisted t o o muc h  o n the  re petiti ve  dr ills.  Vladi m irgot t ired s oo n. The  seco nd  one was  a young lady. Vladimir  liked  herand  took les son s  fo r a few y ears . But shegot  ma rried  an d  left . Th e  t hir d  wasbori n g, too, a n dVla d i mi r rejectedh i m . A nd wi tht he exc usethat it was out o f  tune the pian o wa s dow ngr a dedto  a piece of fu rni tu r e . A fami ly  memoir, sa id mom w ho inher ited i t from  her mo t h er . 

Actu ally  Vl adimir, a s a  c h ild, wa nt ed to bec omeamusici an ora  wri t e r. But his fathe r exp l a inedt o h im th os e weren ot t rue jobs,not suitabl e to e arna liv ing. On ein a h und re d was succ e ssful. Mu sic a nd writ in g sh oul d have  bee n hobbi es,wh ile  he shoul d 
 that_helps. You_play everything by heart._An, then,_there_is the_movement._In order to_give the music_expression, more air should_come out. You_do_not know how hard I was beaten as a child to learn properly. Thus,_if_you do_not_pay_me it means you do_not understand anything. I am_a musician_and you are ignorant. I do not want_your_pity. I want_to be admired." Igor found a way to face_successes and failures. That is the_way he created_his_own_story.

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The house where Vladimir_lived was beautiful. It had ancient_paintings and carpets. And a lots_of books and even a piano. His_father was an engineer of whom_he was very proud. Even_his mother_was a Literature Teacher. It_was not like_living with_a housewife. He_realized that at once. When he_was a child_she told him novel stories. Vladimir_was_still passionate about_nice_stories._Now that_he was thirteen,_he_shut himself_in_his bedroom and read till late_at_night. He liked to read at night_because he seemed to_enter_better into the story_like into a dream. Even_better. Because if you have a_nightmare, it_catches you_and you wake up sweating and can not make it go_away easily. With a scary book,_on the contrary, you_can just_close_it and stop_reading_it. But_his parents should be not be aware_that the_light was on.

He also walked around_the piano with interest._His_parents brought him to concerts and_he actually became a bit bored._But he liked the musicians._They_were_so elegant. They looked like_a painting with their white and_black costumes and_the wooden instruments and the flying scores,_full_of mysterious signs. Thus his parents_hired_a music teacher. But the teacher_was_an_old man and insisted too_much on the repetitive drills. Vladimir_got tired soon. The second one was a young_lady. Vladimir liked_her and took lessons for_a_few_years. But she got married and left. The third was_boring, too,_and Vladimir rejected_him. And with the excuse that it was out of_tune the piano was downgraded to a_piece of furniture. A family memoir, said mom who inherited it_from her mother.

Actually Vladimir, as a child, wanted_to become a musician or a writer._But his father explained_to_him those were not true jobs, not_suitable_to_earn_a living. One_in a hundred_was successful. Music_and writing_should have been_hobbies, while_he should