I have always dreamed of writing. But it didn’t work out. I started reading voraciously from early childhood. I was incredibly fascinated by how others, who I thought were a very unique race of people, handled the storyline so skillfully. Where did they get the exciting stories from? Maybe at night an invisible storyteller descended from the phantom spheres and whispered in their ears about interesting characters and exciting adventures? Probably, someone is whispering to all of us, only some are able to hear, and others are not. Admiring the creations of the servants of the Muse, I myself, with all my desire, could not write a single line to interest others and encourage them to read my works.