Hello. I reckon y’all’re wondering where have I been for last 3 months. So here I am with some news. I was in Moscow, capital of Russia, our local Canterlot. I worked hard and sometimes I pushed myself to the limit. I worked on TV channel, advertisement firm, and in restaurant beside Red Square. I almost hadn’t days off, that’s why I didn’t write anythin’ in this blog or somewhere else in the web; I just hadn’t enough time for this and, when I got some, I found I couldn’t write due to my writer’s block caused by my despirited mood. Of course, Moscow is a city of great opportunities and money, but as for me it’s unbearable hard to live in such big city, full of concrete, steel, and populated with tons of snobby high-cotton people.

I had many scrapes there: some sons of a gun broke a window of my car to steal some things, I was in hospital with pneumonia, I was nearly thrown out of my rented room, I was fired from one of my work due to conflict with my boss, was in car accident. But after all I finally got back to my feet. I sold my car, it was not easy I say, and earned some money. So, I’ve got back to Kostroma again, I’m still in the same summer house, and it’s time for me to make a hard decision- where shall I spend this winter: in Moscow or here, in this dull, depressive, but so lovely region- Kostroma. Afraid to make wrong decision since so many things depend on it.

Sadly, all this stuff adversely affected my health. I have diseased legs and back, and now I shouldn’t lift loads or even wear my lovely back pack. It literally means I can’t work physically anymore. During last days of my work I had several times when my feet just temporary failed under me. I remember 3 years ago I carried loads ’bout 25lbs for days and it wasn’t big deal for me, but now... And it’s sad to understand ya’re not the one you used to be, and your youth is flowin’ by, along with your health. I feel like a horse, broken by excessive toil and ignorance of its owner. Maybe it’s time to write my own memoirs...