The Name is not the important attribute of person, it's only the label, that was given you like a number for all your life. We haven't names because we needn't it. We are names. Our life is endless. Or not, we live as long as mankind lives. And I'm one of the thousand who gives the beginning for the new seed of the life. I'll tell you one of my innumerable stories. There's nothing remarkable - you've just asked it. Don't judge me so strict because everytime I'm born I don't know the experience of my previous embodiments. Here is my story:
      The surname cannot be chosen. Although the name remains unchosen. This time I had Grigorov. Thus I've entered this world as Grigorov ANDREY that was happened 11 october 1979 on Earth's time. I had the height 55 sm and the weight 3.5 kg and I may be represent myself a pity show. It's the general beginning and there's no way to escape it. Then the development began, controlling that I couldn't because the spirit let the mind to go forward and the spirit make a step backward into the shadow. He was growing like a grass after a shower that grown by warm rays of Sun and getting closer to the sky everyday. He loved a nature too: six-month-old boy he saw banks of ancient river Dnepr. Then everyyear until 1993 he was there and found a mad love to fishing. At all, people who have my name are remarkable for their tastes and unlimited faith in it. He has three passions. There are football, music, IT. Therefore it would be better to say in this way: "Shakhtyor", Scooter, PC. He is always eager to be extraordinary. Both treason and "greyment" he hates in men.
      He finished a scholl and he was remembered, he entered a university and I'm glad for him. What can be better than do favourite thigns. Nothing but love and children. But my time is running out. It's time for me go to home to give the name for a new life. He has a nephew NIKITA that was born on 14 October 1999 named in honour of my best friend on our devine Motherland far away from here.
      The same endless ring of LIFE, the same family, but already another surname...

november 1999 year

       ...time is like sand. Feel and see it. But its stream will be never stopped and delayed for a pair of seconds.
        O Gods, how much time I wasn't here!
        He has changed. He has changed much enough to be surprised, but not much enough to be unknown. Years made own case. All this time years have been like a rock that make darkgreen see water be fighting on this rock in vain tries to overwhelm it.
          One more chapter of his life is writing out. The last year in unirversity makes summary. But don't try to look in his thoughts. There pure chaos in his mind. As strange as it sounds. And the base of this chaos is blinking Scooter rulez 4ever. New passions, such as Java, JavaScript, Internet, and Degree project named 'Automatisation subsystem of screen interface software as a part of automised control systems for technological production' with topic 'Development of automised means for screen interface forming' have to define his future way.
           It have been lived much but ought to live much more.

january 2001 year