Alexandr Korol

her again. When I showed up many years later, she said, “Alex, well, I usually understand people, and I see that you’re not an ordinary boy. And hardworking, goal-oriented, but how could you disappear like that? That’s just not good.” And I replied, “Yeah, I understand myself. If a person disappeared like that, I wouldn’t trust that person, I wouldn’t hire them.” But, you see, again, I have the force behind me, there was a significant reason, as they say. Not because, like young people at the age of 20, I went off and had fun. No, of course not because of that. Not because I overslept. So in that sense, everything is clear and strict for me, in terms of responsibility. But there was such a case. And what am I getting at? That my relatives never considered me strange. Maybe they were scared of something, but still, for all of them, I was always the one who was smart, probably. And they valued this intelligence not by achieving goals. My intelligence, from childhood, manifested probably in this quick-wittedness, that I could quickly figure out: who lied, how to do something, how to trick someone – these things were already showing up in me from a young age. And that was a good thing. Although, on the other hand, because I seriously lagged behind in school, my mom took me to various brain institutes to develop my attention. But maybe it even helped me, because I’ve always been in this “out” state since childhood. I couldn’t even read a line and repeat it; I was somewhere in the clouds. And so I was taught attention at the brain institute. I don’t remember exactly where it was, somewhere near the bridge, near Petrogradskaya, I used to go to the brain institute. And there were a lot of cool tests, two or three hours long: catching a square or memorizing words, pictures. In fact, I would implement that for everyone now, it would be useful for all people. So, I wasn’t scaring my relatives by being “strange” – no. For example, my mom told me more than once that she wasn’t worried about me, that I would never disappear, that I would never become a drug addict. I ask, “Why do you think that?” I remember when I was about 20, she said to me, “Because you’re already ‘crazy,’” and laughed. I thought, okay, I get it. But see, she said it in a joking way. But what she meant was that my life is already interesting. But seriously, I’m like the character in the movie “Dr. Dolittle” or like a scientist who lives and talks to everyone, studying something, creating something, with all sorts of things going on. I’m like that. I don’t need anyone, and she knows that. No people. There are people who are truly empty inside, always wanting something from society, so they’re always