Viktor Tsoi

Kinora, a girl of about 10, lived in a small apartment on the 5th floor with her mother. Her father was not there, but life was not boring. The neighbor who lived behind the wall, the neighbor on the landing, wrote and played music on the guitar every day and sang. You liked it, but your mother did not. She often went to quarrel with him, but he simply ignored her. He said, “I play quietly, it’s not your fault that you have sensitive hearing.” Your mother gave up and left, but he continued to play the guitar. And in the mornings, when your mother walked you to school, this
A neighbor would often come out at the same time as you, smiling, teasingly sticking out his tongue and leaving because he was friends with the kids in that yard, and your mother would say, "What is he teaching you? It's inappropriate to stick your tongue out at people." You would stick your tongue out at your mom and run down the stairs after him. That neighbor was Viktor Tsoi.

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