My story about learning English ( continuation) Perceptoin of the scale of "the disaster" came in the morning only...I was crazy about Blur...I wanted to listenning their music all time, understand mean,sing it...And the began...it was learned Boys and Girls, Stereotypes, No Distance left to run...Beetlebum has been learning...At the same time, I has been "eating" everthing that I find about them on the NET: video, publication on websites, articles...and in English too... Amazed by the magnitude of the mentioned problems in songs such young at that time musicians. Like all of you have interest in everything that is connected with their creativity, life. I want to plunge to experience and soak up this atmosphere which was to create works wich after 20 years is able to excite people... It is amazing...and magical...but magical always want to touch a litlle bit... Well: in the near future trip to London, to see the place where it all began, and may be(yet imegine) to explore and share, how enriched my life their creativity...what qualitative changes coused...as expanded my boundaries. Because now I like to learn English and it means that there is an opportunity to learn and make more thah I could before. The way is clear: Knowledge of morals what is people first try to learn his language.( Pythagoras Samosky). The opportunity will came itself if the dream from the heart. My opportunity was accidentally seen on the news about Christmas educational trip to London. After all dreams should come true?)

My story of learning English The 13th of July, 2013 Today I going to annual musical festival, it callt Picnic with Poster. I watn to see Zhanna Aguzarova and listen to my favourite band Spleen. In general, it is purpose my visit to Picnic. Other musical bands I know a little bit. Headliner is band Blur, wich I know a bit too. My friend told me that it is very famous musical band and sent their the video for the song. The song seemed familiar, but not more. The perfomance by Alexander Vasilev had finished. The people are not leaving. I want to leave, but yielding to the entreaties of friends, decide to stay and watch a bit of the last grour wich acts at the festival. It had began...I understand that sounds something forcing to move, though unknow. I have began automatically to dance and sing along word that manages to pull out of the crown singing. The people around singing all the songs in a row sounded from the stage. O my God! It is English language wich I am trying to learn within 5 years. Start, throwing,then begin again... And now I want to sing English words, to understand what is singing man on stage with such charisma that it is pervceived on the energy level. A hour and a half passed like a moment... My legs tired from high wedgies before perfomance Blur, dont remember about it and easly jump under Song2. Last song...Salute... I am going home. " Come on, come on,come on get through it..." singing all the members of the wagon in which I go...and so the whole song until the end, and then the next...