Hi dearest Steemians, my name is Katya. This is my second attempt to write my hello post here at Steemit. On idea till now on this page I should write a dry text-biography about myself. Tell you about where I studied, what I do, and how I try to write my book .....
But I want to change my intonation and offer you tea 
I took the notebook in a large cage with fields and wrote on the cover: Tom №1 . Then I was 7 years old. And our family has just moved from the Crimea to Belarus - " In the Crimea there were mountains, white lambs on the sea and Chekhov's house, in the garden of which I sat for hours".
I did not know if we would return, and I was afraid that I would forget the names of the streets and how the wisteria smelled. And it seemed to me that if I did not write everything as it was, I would not recognize my native city when I would one day go there. Here, under the palm tree, mint rippled. Here I dropped the watermelon, and its red splinters rolled down the hill. And then we pulled ourselves up with a neighbor on a branch of figs to grab berries.
Tom I was not finished yet, but we already moved into a new apartment building near the field. My mom immediately began to break the flower bed before the entrance. The men cleared the land for parking.
And I had no business, and so I decided to release a newspaper. My first print run is 1 copy, appearing every Friday on the first floor of the second rally, next to the electric counters. There were published stories, poems and news of our court. But the most popular was a crossword puzzle, solved by neighbors for a smoke break - " Readers wrote letters to the editor, dropping them into the mailbox No. 24".
And I slowly began to publish my first stories. Under the pseudonym Ugolek. Do not ask why. This is Ugolek displayed on the screens of my neighbors' phones until now, when I'm calling.
Aliases were in vogue. In high school I was typed in the poetic heading of the newspaper "Transitional Age", which was then read by all teens. On these pseudonyms, we recognized our people at the entrance to the journalistic department and instantly became friends:
- What is your name in "TA"? - we asked each other.
After school, I studied at the Faculty of Journalism, I led circles in journalism for schoolchildren and traveled a lot, gaining impressions. Tom №1 was long over, a large cell replaced by a shallow one. I constantly wrote: travel notes, diaries, letters, essays, stories.
With the members of the circle we published a magazine every six months. He began his rank with rank: with interviews and reports. But from the second turn began literary riot: stories with elements of pyrotechnics, poems published upside down, and futuristic humoresques.
We signed out diplomas and competed in editorial office. More and more newspapers and magazines published the texts of the participants of our studio.
And even when my training was over, our creative society continued to live: we met in the park and in a cafe, and the conversation started like this:
- I? I had a good summer. I wrote out three notebooks. Read it!
Some of them became journalists, playwrights and published their books. And we're still in touch.
And I realized that if I stop writing art texts, I will stop doing the most important thing in my life. So I collected old stories and sent them to the Literature Institute in Moscow. And what was the most surprising I went through, and at the moment I study there :)
I came here to revive my stiffened tongue and start writing again, but now - with knowledge.
Litinstitut is the estate of Herzen, the piano in the gym and explanatory for the dean's office in verse. This is when at night I can wake a neighbor through the wall to read a newly written poem. And I sit with him until morning. And for the first time in my life I learn all the tickets for the exam. Firstly, because the teacher gave us so much for the whole semester that I'm ashamed not to fulfill my part. And secondly, because everything is useful, everything is about literature.
My heart began to stylize. Litinstitutskaya stylistics - this is not metaphors and epithets. This is subjectivation and editing techniques. My precious ♥ And more recently, I decided to go into the open water: to get my bug here, and a little later maybe a site.