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„My cellmates are fairly isolated people (99% of them), partly gloomy, dull people, without children, so they are unresponsive, cruel (I noticed that in cell №147, out of 10 prisoners – I’m the only one who has children and a grandson - for the rest it’s good because they have (live-in) partner at least (only 2 of them do) - so they are ruthless to mice, butterflies, they also want to put them in some kind of "prison". Unfortunately, they have a "prison" mentality, although for most of them - just like for me – it was their first time in prison...”

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„... This time I am sending you a joke of a much more philosophical image: once, in captivity, to the cell, a butterfly flew in ... and those people (you call them zeki [prisoners in jargon], who got here because of their own for 99,99% choice of lifestyle, priorities) but not by mistake, or some misfortune - so these different fates, sometimes ugly and scary - react to beauty .... In different ways ... Unfortunately, all the time - 5 months - only once did I see a butterfly, a Potato bug that flew into the yard for walks, and a 1.5 cm plant that grew up in the same yard after the rains ... Unfortunately: that's all flora and fauna we have over here”.

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„… I draw various poor people, crooks, bandits, thieves, extortionists, drug addicts and give them away. And they, sending these portraits to their relatives, are happy ...

I believe - "Art Changes the World!" Here, with this humble effort, I join. Maybe when they return to the free world, to people, maybe they will take up the old again. And, suddenly, seeing on the wall his portrait, that the artist painted them good, good, beautiful people, to decide - to the old life and past sins there is no return! And they will tie! ..”

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“There are about 20 dogs in the prison, they are kept in a kennel in the prison yard, and they are kept on leashes when prisoners are led on all three floors of the prison - so that they bark angrily and loudly at their prisoners passing by:

- and suddenly one of them puts on pants out of fear - there will be laughter in the cell!

But if you throw a piece of sausage at them, they don't bark anymore, they wag their tails, and the convoy gets angry and reprimands them”.

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“There are a lot of doors and keys in the prison. Sometimes it seems as though this is the main thing in prison. The rattle of doors, the ringing of keys - the music of the prison ... as well as the mats of the guards, the cries of those who are tortured or beaten, the barking of dogs - these are the main sounds of prison ... And only after 22:00 washbasins and toilet bowls - the night in prison has its own music of sounds. ”

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