A sport. When I was a teenager I dabbled doing a sport – a shooting sport. To dabble is not a right word. I did it professionally – 3 or 4 time per week by several hours. But even that wasn’t enough, you should always accrue the time that you spend in a shooting center. Usually nearly all shooting centers are quite and dingy. And they sparse across the city, so I was lucky that one of them was near my home. Shooting... you are standing with a pistol or a rifle, aline the sights of it and the mark and then, at one moment all world around you freezes, your body became solid, at this moment you shouldn’t spur to make a shot, you wait, and then - push the trigger. This place is marooned. I did it for six year, but all that time I was daunting about my skills. I wasn’t good. My best result was 23 place in a country youth championship (10 m, air pistol), and even this place was excess. I remember that day, even my score 543/600. Olympic record is about 593. For somebody, it is just a number. But this number means that a men shot into the ten at least 53 times, and only 7 times shot into the nine. But how many others days that I spend for it I draw a blank. Sometimes I feel some compunctions and the time that I wasted, and didn’t use for something useful. But it is most because of the fact that the way, which the shooting influences me by, isn’t obvious, it is subliminal. It teach me do not be vexation, because if you is, you would never shot into the ten. Do not be mutinous, because even the best ones can shot the six, and lost the competition. Sometimes I think that I should go on.