Title: How To Paint Chickens or The Way My Life Was and How it is Now
Author: Vladimir A. Shvartsman
Publisher: VS Holding LLC
ISBN: 9780984377022
Pages: 430, Paperback
Genre: Biography/Non-Fiction
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Synopsis
This book is a collection of stories on various subjects written during the past twenty years. The absence of leisure time has severely decreased any chance for composing more stories. I m not getting younger, but with every additional day, I m working more and longer hours as if I were obliged to deliver an important message. As if, I would be judged on the value of my life once more, after my demise. I organized and selected only those considered complete. However, the result was not as impressive as I once had hoped and so I added stories borrowed from other books I have written. In addition, a few letters from a thousand written were also added to reflect my other activities. Why was I rushing to publish this collection instead of waiting for more stories, which might arise in the future? It may surprise some that I answer a question pondered by the reader by asking another probing question: Am I in charge of my life or in control of events and my babies once I become absent? The answer is obvious that I am not. I do not know why I fear the day when the many things that are important to me may be discharged into a trashcan once I have gone. Events that occurred over the past two years were like signs signaling me to be ready. The first was a quadruple bypass open-heart surgery, and the second, a sudden and terrifying bleeding ulcer inside my stomach. I was lucky in both cases. My heart operation was successful. In the second instance, I was able to expel blood from my insides via my mouth followed by an urgent procedure, which stopped the bleeding. I am better for the time being, but unfortunately, some cloudiness in my head remains. The hospital fixed one thing and it looks as if they inflicted some additional damage inside my head. It is possible that I had a mini stroke or some artery stretched due to very high inter-cranial pressure. Now I feel nauseous and my head spins if moved at a slightly accelerated pace. Nevertheless, I must determine the reasons for those signs. Were those signs about my approaching end or it was just a warning that I am not as young as I once was and should started slowing down? Understanding what each signs actually means is of the utmost importance to my comfort. Above that, not having a finished product is equivalent to living an unaccomplished life in my eyes. In the end, it does not matter what those signs were about, I must compile all my written material into books with little time left for completion. There is no special sequence or relationship between compiled stories in this, my seventh book. I would love to say they were selected and organized in a certain order, but that would be false. Chaotically harmonized would probably be a better description. I hope in the course of reading these stories you will enjoy yourself as much I did while putting them into words. Yours, Vladimir
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About the Author
Here are some stories written by Vladimir A. Shvartsman, the man who knows lives of reclusive, having equally long lived (30 + 30) in Russia and America. Books, paintings, scientific publications, inventions, and innovative devices have brought no fame, and he is working hard to gain your trust and love, believing only that will insure his creations will not be forgotten. A revelation in his understanding that a government afraid of strong and individual thinkers pushed him out of Russia in 1977 for searching for freedom on the West and so he settled in USA. In Russia, the government-monopolized politics was the threat to individual freedom. His new motherland has fulfilled his dreams and let his creativity flourish. Appeared differences between governments have quite shrunk since that time. It is heartbreaking to observe that the spirit of the country is wearing down. There is hope the soul has remained resealing. It offers hope of overcoming what seem to be grave obstacles. Collection of his stories provides inside thoughts of the man who has gained a unique way to observe and analyze lives as it is for useful and sometimes intriguing conclusions. Stories from his childhood and adventures of his internet engagements are full of surprising twists. Direct interaction with a gay employee was actually and emotional. No story are fiction or borne in a library. All of his stories are heart and mind touching. He has never believed that someone would be his nanny and guide him to the top. He keeps working, achieving great deeds, climbing step by step to the top, contributing to this Greatest of Nations.
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