My city,my home,my porch,my neighbors, the Prototypes of the characters of this picture are real people,living at the address.... Ordinary people,the inhabitants of the sleeping area,the workers and the crank, not burdened with culture and intelligence,but they are the heroes of the paintings.

the Picture painted by me in memory of the celebration of the ninth of may in my city,the beautiful fireworks,spring day and our walking people in the background of the Ghost of the statue of Lenin,lost like dreams of a bright future.

Here I talk to the viewer  on her visits to Swallow,because we have in Zelenograd is "rapid metro" Sobyanin presented to us,is almost business class for the simple hard workers...

Drawn a lunch break in the workplace at the facility ,workers from Central Asia are treated to the artist's food and nasvay.

the Economy is like a fat greedy prostitute absorbs into their abyss of hard workers,willing even just to feed themselves and to escape from this bondage, we cannot really...

all my characters are real people, this grandmother I saw at the station,an old lady sells apples and its full of wrinkles face emblazoned black black...Who could raise a hand against a lady??

the media fed us different news,in the morning a lot of negativity,suicide in Moscow,in the Scarlet sails lift fell, while in Syria our fighters flew,and then supposedly the most important - the tiger eats the goat...what nonsense...