There are some things that do not change with time and pass through the whole life with a red line. They affect your perception and the way how you build your future.

I spent each summer at my grandmother’s when I was a kid, no matter how far we lived, or how difficult it was to get to that distant village.

It’s impossible to assess everything that my grandma has gave to me, everything that she’s learned me. And just years and years later I started to understand how valuable the childhood next to her was.

Far from civilization, wealth and gadgets, just with the pure nature and carrying person behind. Even then, in the strict Soviet eighties, my grandmother lived and taught me the principle that I’m teaching my son now, bringing him up. There is nothing more important than the personality, and the little man is the real person, who should be treated like an adult, giving him complete freedom and supporting their interests and goals, not imposing his values.