Love + horses

In June of 2014 I published my first and only play “Love and Moscow Derby”.

I hoped that many thousands from all countries will read and enjoy it.

Surely, everyone thinks about love, many people love horses and everybody is a gambler.

However, so far the play did not go viral.

Today I reread the first act of it (only love, no horses) and liked it very much.

What’s going on?

Please read the first act (only 234 words) of my play “Love and Moscow Derby” HERE.

If you like it please don’t hesitate to reblog, retweet or share it in any other way with your followers.

Go for it!

Yes, we can! 




Glass art by Alexei Zelya.

You can read about Alexei and see his art HERE. (a text and photos are below “Cameras and Accessories B&H).

My friend artist Vladimir Ryklin.

Both of us lived in Moscow for many years but we did not know each other there. In 1975 we emigrated with our families and then we met in the small inn on the 35th street between 5th and 6th avenues.

Vladimir did not know English at all so it was my task to find good and cheap apartments for rent in some beautiful and peaceful area of New York City. I was fortunate to find such apartments for our families on the same floor of a building in Rego Park in Queens.

We and our children became friends. I was very interested in Vladimir’s work. We discussed his projects, what were his thoughts when he worked on any painting, his thoughts about art and artists.

Vladimir’s paintings were not simple or just beautiful. They were always thoughts provoking.

In 1975 I also met a businessman Eduard Nakhamkin and I suggested to him that it could be a very good idea to open an art gallery in Manhattan and to introduce Russian artists to American public. The gallery opened in 1977 and Vladimir Ryklin’s one-man show was the first.

I remember that there were 27 paintings on the display at that time and 25 of them were sold during first two days.

Today I found an article about my friend Vladimir Ryklin with several of his paintings. You can read it HERE.


It is trying time for people who lived both in Ukraine and Russia. I am one of these people. That’s why I decided to reblog this post today.

Nadia and Peter.

Seven years we lived in a communal apartment in a big house near historic Arbat in

Moscow (Russia).

There were six tiny rooms and four families in the apartment.

Nadia and Peter lived in the smallest room.

Nadia was a beautiful young woman. She was a cashier in the food store.

Peter was a tall strong handsome man with very good manners. He was a taxi driver.

Both of them were easy-going young people. Both were always ready to help their neighbours.

We loved this young couple. 

However, one day of each month everything changed.

When Peter and other drivers got their monthly salaries they drank vodka

and came home very late.

Peter always silently entered the apartment and went to his room..

In the middle of the night there was usually a commotion in Nadia and Peter’s room. It seemed like some heavy objects were falling and breaking up.

Then Nadia knocked at our door and asked: “Please let me in! Peter is going to kill me!”

We let her in and closed the door. In couple of minutes Peter usually softly knocked on our door and politely asked: “Please don’t protect Nadia! She is cheating on me! Please let  her out and I’ll kill her!”

I always answered: “Peter, don’t awake our kids! Go to sleep and settle everything with Nadia in the morning!”

Usually in half an hour Peter was asleep and Nadia went to their room.

Next morning Peter usually went to all neighbors in the apartment to apologize. Then Nadia and Peter took all broken furniture and other things out. They usually spend a week looking for a new furniture, TV and dishes.

By the end of the week Nadia usually invited all neighbours to see their new things and proudly said: “You know, Peter is a terrific husband! He loves me very much! He threatened to kill me many times but he never did it!”