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This year two times I was in Moscow: before competition season at the beginning of the year and now, after competition season. Moscow greeted  me coldly. City convulsively compressed by large population, most of whom came here to fulfill the dream. No one cares about moral and aesthetic part of the city. As result, reigns here impudence.

Rustam Gelmanov, Рустам Гельманов

Just couple of days is enough for me to adapt, and that's probably because I studied here. For me it was not just a school, where you get knowledge. It was the "School of Life", where I learned how to behave in Moscow that everything will be "OK." From the moment I left Kazakhstan, a lot has happened, I changed a lot, I have different character. For that I should "thank" Moscow.

Rustam Gelmanov, Рустам Гельманов

Then there was school stage of my life, when I was doing avia modeling. The head of our section was a real "man" , he was a fireman , raised by the old canons , he was honest and fought for honesty. He was my hero and he taught me a lot. I was for him as a son . At that time I realized that the world is not so rotten and there is "light of life", but it is not simple at all to find the person who radiates this light. Do you know how appreciated people who are keen to ideal world and fight for justice in this country? In brief , he was fired. Well, of course I was disappointed.

Rustam Gelmanov, Рустам Гельманов

Life in Moscow teaches you many things, but only if you combine it with life in other places. Otherwise ....

I didn’t want to offend anyone, just don’t see myself differently.

... what did I want to tell with all these writing? Oh yes, I remembered.

Rustam Gelmanov, Рустам Гельманов

If I was told in childhood, back then when I lived in Kazakhstan, that once I will live like I live now and I will afford myself everything that I can afford right now, I wouldn't believed it. Even five years ago I would not believe it too.

But I never limited myself in dreams. Perhaps that was the key that opens even now one door after another in front of me.

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