In spring 1995, my mother heard on the radio interview with Yuri Bychkov (the director of Chekhov’s Museum in Melichovo), who invited all the creative people in Melichovo to work for the museum. There was correspondence, then it was officially invited to come, and here we are in Melichovo. We: this is my mother, I am, two dogs and a cat.
We lived in a small house. My first impressions were not very pleasant. That was in October. Houses are not heated and had to sleep dressed. read more »