Peter Ilyich Tchaikovsky. (№ 466169)

Dear friend, once again political news disrupts the usual rhythm of life. Everyone is walking as if on a volcano that is about to open up and rage. Everyone feels that the state of affairs in the world is fragile and that changes must happen, but nothing can be foreseen. Could there really be a war again, again bloody rivers would flow, again the interests of art would fade into the background, again Russia would spend its best efforts to maintain its dignity?