cofee Shop at Armenian Street was the Center of Bohemian people and people who thought
that they were "bohemian". People were of different age and loved art or loved
people of the art, made them close friends. It was a time Soyuz-Appolo warm political
climate. I was dying in my provincial Boryslav from pruderies of the shtettle*)
mentality. I've taken every opportunity to go to Lviv and meet open-minded people, freely
expressing their thoughts.
was sitting and talking to Dmitrovsky - one of my friends from Drohobych. He was tall and
almost skinny. Big (not Ukrainian) almond eyes with asian scull made his face intriguing.
Mykola had worn a long military coat, long boots and knitted hat. He was an artist,
actually a student from the School of Art. His correct and purified Ukrainian language
demonstrated his erudition and intelligence.
that time he has become one of the most close my friend. We linked together with our
mutual love to our Galitzian Motherland and its history and culture.
inspired me to look at the world and it's people under different angles. He was the first
who unwillingly pushed me to learn about Khazarian Culture.
Before my escape from the USSR, I possessed the biggest collection of his drawings, paintings and lithographs.
Although the time and distance spreaded out us I go to Mykola's Circle and enjoying being there.
*) shtettle - (yid.) small town
Mykola with his the most wonderful daughters.