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Moscow, Moscow... It's the city of hopes and disillusionments. To say:"I don't love this city", it means nothing say. I hate this city. The city which destroyes talents, the city which destroyes all good and kind. There are corruption, lechery, moral degradation in the secret places of soul of this city. It crushes the pure souls, destroyes hope and cultivates the anti-art. Moscow is the state into the state and this city has nothing to do with Russia.

Art and religion have one purpose – the evolution of humankind. I accept the new in art if it is the spiritual revelation which allow me come nearer to understanding God’s nature. All other in art is politics and commerce. I do not blame the artists who make a bad art for the sake of money. But firstly, do not call it art and secondly, do not make it standard. Moscow lives by the rules of the powers that be. I would say by rules of a wolf pack. If you have money and power you are always right, even if you are wrong. Moscow is a mixture black and white, a good taste and a bad taste, talented people and persons without talent. One can either love Moscow or hate it. But everyone wants to live in Moscow.

I do not know how it is in the world, but in Russia an artist can become the famous artist only in Moscow. Moscow is the cultural and financial center in Russia. There are all the best collected in Moscow. No! There are all the most disgusting and cynical collected in Moscow, because to become the First in the hell you must be born a devil. To say:”I don’t love Moscow,” it means nothing to say. I hate and despise this city. The city of corruption and debauchery, the city of dashed hopes and ruined lives. It is the city- smog, the city- traffic jam, the city-falseness of illusions. When I arrived in Moscow, I was a naive young woman. I thought that need to have a talent that to make career of an artist there. I made a mistake. If you have the great talent it will mean nothing here.