Violin

In the photo you can see what my biggest current hobby looks like, not related to writing or anything like that.

In fact, I even regret a little that my parents didn’t send me to a music school as a child - although I don’t know, maybe it was for the better. But around the age of thirteen, my father began to convince me that playing the guitar was a very good idea (perhaps all for the sake of picking up girls - I won’t say for sure). I studied classical guitar with a classical guitar teacher for some time; after a couple of years, having received some kind of base, he gave up and began to independently learn to yell tunelessly to the sad strumming. Now I've returned to the classics, but that's a completely different story.

And I bought this violin in June of 1914, after I graduated from school. Yes, yes, I know: the instrument is of absolutely no quality, and it is very close to receiving the proud title of “object in the shape of a violin.” Why then I bought this thing, I have absolutely no idea; besides, I couldn’t really play it at home, because I would get hit in the face by all the neighbors at once.

But time has passed, and now I am outside the city - which means I can only disturb the guys living with me in this very house. Berenice was a little sad at first, but then reconciled herself; the rest sometimes cast meaningfully ferocious glances, but I prefer to believe that they are trying to express their admiration in this way. (Guys, I'm really sorry to subject you to this torture, but I can't help it)

I study on my own, consult with the tuner, various tutorials and vedos (including TwoSetViolin, Yes). I'm sure I make a ton of mistakes, but so far it doesn't matter to me. The main thing is music!