Passing the 106th kilometer Yaroslavl highway many people notice a strange structure like a wigwam not far from the road, which is actually not a wigwam at all, but a tipi - the dwelling of nomadic Indians. But where do the Indians come from in Yaroslavl?

It turns out that a certain Yuriy built the building a few years ago, and also dug a dugout nearby, where he lives. Yes, not alone, but with Petruha ...

We went out to see what kind of housing it is. There is no fence, only the gates in the middle of the field are marked with columns - so that it is clear where to go.

Some people in the distance are launching a tolerant kite.

Parking at the entrance and some birdhouses ...

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A red telephone from the 80s is connected to a dugout and works! We call and inform about the phenomenon of ourselves.

In principle, you can immediately guess what the secret is.

We look into the wigwam - no one. Only a hearth made of stones, books and a log with a chair. It's a reading room!

We go a little further and find ourselves in front of a real dugout, some kind of audiobook sounds from the speaker on the roof.

Entrance, inside view. Fire safety observed!

And here is the owner!

Meet Yuri Alekseev, a former lawyer, and now homeless, as he positions himself.
His house burned down a few years ago and this is already the second dugout that he dug out and lives here for his own pleasure - he does housework, reads and receives guests. He does not plan to return to the benefits of civilization - there is too much fuss and unnecessary effort.

For the construction of the dugout, it took a little - a shovel, dry pine trunks, polyethylene, clay and stones.
Water for the household is used rainwater, which Yuri collects (how exactly, she did not specify).
The sleeping mattress was somehow brought by guest workers, the rest was added as they arrived ...

And the photos of the classics fit perfectly into the interior.

A white rabbit lives in a hole, he is also Petruha and an old friend of Yuri.

Attentive and thoughtful.

Edgar the raven also lives here. This one was embarrassed by the guests and pretended to be interested in the traffic going on outside the window along Yaroslavka.

The survival manual came in handy for the first time.

Inside is the same red telephone, through which the owner hears a call from the intercom.

Rope shelf.

Life is quite simple - food is cooked on a gas burner, the most common products are used.
When asked what to bring, Yuri denied for a long time, assuring that nothing was needed. But already if you carry, then peas. Peas, buckwheat and other cereals...
From myself, I would add that tea, coffee, sugar and drinking water don't interfere either. Well, buns by default.

Behind the clay partition there are all amenities. Behind the other wall there is even a bathhouse, but it was dark there and there will be no pictures.

Yuri is a local landmark and guests appear in the house every day - he is a hospitable and sociable owner, he will give you tea or coffee, and guests usually bring cookies with them. It will not do without communication - we listened to a wonderful lecture about the absurd, Chekhov and cucumber, and other topics were probably discussed with other guests.

Not without the blessings of civilization - from the solar battery installed on the roof of the hole, a laptop works and Yuri regularly goes online.
News from big world does not like to read and says that the world has been going the wrong way for a long time.
However, disconnect from outside world does not intend to, periodically posts news on the Facebook page of Polyana 106.

About travel:
– Let not I move past everything, but let everything move past me. I'll sit down, and let the whole world go...

The birdhouses on the street turned out to be a book depository. In addition to the crowd of books that are in the dwelling, they are everywhere here.
Do you know what Book Crossing is?

By registering yourself and assigning a special number to the book, you leave it in a pre-arranged place (cafe, park, train station, bus, etc.), where anyone can take and read it. In this way, the book is "liberated", saved from standing on the shelf.

The former owner of the book will always know about the movement of his "pet", receiving an e-mail about whose hands it fell into and how it ended up there. The second side goal is to turn the whole world into a "huge library".

Tea cups for new arrivals.

The role of the table is played by a coil from under the cable.

Tea from a samovar in the fresh air - what could be more beautiful?

By the way, not far from Yurina dugout, several more similar ones have recently appeared - there were followers of a lifestyle without unnecessary things. The territory was called Zurbagan, it is practically a camp of modern hermits.

Guests are guests, but it's time to know the honor. Moscow is still more than a hundred kilometers away, and we will only be at home in 4 hours, having collected all the traffic jams.
Do you have questions for Yuri? Ask, I hope he answers them here. Or drop in for a visit, but be sure to grab a book!

Petruha came out to see us off.

Hand on heart, would you risk being able to live like this?

Here is what the media shot about him two years ago:

The national Indian dwelling - tipi - appeared in the Yaroslavl region. And it's not a museum at all. The owner of the dugout, Yuri, has fully equipped his life here and is hiding from the noise big cities. Although guests are always welcome.

A rare driver will not slow down on the 106th kilometer of the Yaroslavl Highway. It's really hard to get past this. A real tipi is a portable Indian dwelling. For its owner, 39-year-old Yuri, this house is not at all temporary, it is permanent. There is simply no other. " These are life circumstances, on which philosophy is then superimposed. Or which provide a basis for the development of philosophy", says Yuri.

It has nothing to do with Indian culture. It was the teepee he built, because it is fast, only a few hours of work and simple - a few wooden poles and a piece of dense fabric. A dugout next door - a winter version - has been building for four months. He has almost two higher educations - a half-educated programmer and an accomplished lawyer. Three years ago, I went to the office every day. Rented an apartment in Moscow. Then there was less work, housing was more modest, the struggle for survival became more acute. " I begin to feel: yes, I do not need this apartment. Why do I need this apartment somewhere out there, it is not clear where, in some corners, in some gray house, it is not clear where. And life begins outside of this, that is, outside of this idea of ​​the physical. That is, it begins at the Bolshoi Theater, at the Conservatory. It starts in the images created by the writers in the books you read.", says Yuri.

The dugout built by him has everything necessary for life: light from the battery, heat from the stove, even its own bathhouse. Yuri does not play musical instruments, but he bought a violin. Speaks to better understand the process of interaction between the musician and the instrument. He, in principle, has a lot of time for everything - for understanding and awareness.

Now he is infatuated with Brodsky. Lines from Brodsky on wooden tablets he placed on a special stand. So he communicates with the world passing by.

Guests often visit him. Foreigners sometimes spend several nights. After all, here, as in a museum under open sky. There is even a symbolic Christmas tree for the New Year.

Yuri does not take money for stays and excursions, he does not need them here. Products are delivered to him by acquaintances and motorists passing by. Food is prepared exclusively on a fire.

How to call him - a downshifter, a hermit, yes, just a city madman, Yuri himself does not know. He says he expects this from visiting guests. And he also expects dialogue and dispute from them. After all, he is here to know the world and himself. And since visitors are distracting, so let them at least bring some benefit in the birth of truth.

Lilia Popova, Oleg Lapshov. TV Center.

For several years now, Yuri Alekseev has been living in a dugout near the highway.
Yuri built his dugout in two months, and has been living in it for several years.

Now many articles have already been written about Yuri Alekseev (that’s the name of the “hermit hobbit”) in various publics, and most of them begin with a story about how Yuri, being a successful Moscow lawyer, quit his highly paid job and moved to a dugout, refusing wealth. There is indeed some truth in this story, but the journalists are a little cunning.

The library is Yuri's main pride.
Yuri registers all his books in the bookcrossing system.

In fact, Yuri can hardly be called a hermit and an ascetic - he has so many guests that they often collide with each other at the door or go one after another. So that regular guests would not be so annoying, Yuri even adapted a kind of intercom - a telephone at the beginning of the path, by which guests should report who they are and for what purpose they came to him. And so that those wishing to take part in bookcrossing would not disturb Yuri once again, he took his library to a separate shed.

Hobbit hermit.
Yuri's house has electricity provided by a generator.

Yuri's asceticism is also peculiar, or one might even say hipster. His dwelling really looks more like a hobbit mink: almost everything is made of wood, a lot of carpets, rugs, bedspreads, even the door is deliberately round to make the association with hobbits even more complete. But at the same time, there is a music column above the entrance to the dugout (you can hear Yuri’s audio recordings in which he recites classical works of Russian literature from it), on the roof there are solar panels, and inside you can see a computer, a synthesizer, an audio system, a tablet, a laptop, a phone and quite stable lighting.

The road leading to Yuri's dwelling.
The road to Yuri's dwelling.

Together with Yuri lives a white rabbit named Petrushka. He also sometimes becomes a member of the Moscow Region hobbit video. Yuri even calls his channel - "Channel of the Hobbit Hermit and Petrushka."

Rabbit Parsley.
Yuri regularly shoots videos and puts them on his Youtube channel.

Seven years ago, Yuri Alekseev really moved from Moscow to the Yaroslavl highway. Then he worked as a lawyer, now - a blogger. Yuri considers his blogging to be quite a serious job, and, admittedly, he succeeds in it: now there are more than 125,000 subscribers on his Youtube channel.

Yuri constantly receives guests in his dugout.
Yuri believes that now his life is much better than the one he had in Moscow.

“If earlier power and the parameter of success were measured in money, now they are measured by subscribers in in social networks", - says Yuri Alekseev. - “Just imagine, I worked in an office, everything was boring and monotonous. And now I have a colossal project here - 100,000 subscribers!”

Yuri almost never leaves his home, preferring that he does not go to people, but they go to him.
Yuri often hosts journalists.

Almost every day, Yuri uploads a new video - sometimes about his life, sometimes he writes down his reasoning, he has quite a few videos in which he reads Chekhov, Pushkin, Turgenev and other classics aloud. Sometimes he asks his subscribers to become sponsors of his channel and transfer money to him. When journalists contact him and ask for an interview, he may also ask them to bring certain foods or medicines.

Yuri against the backdrop of a canopy with a library.
Intercom on the street.
Intercom in the dugout.

“There is nothing outstanding in me,” says Yuri. - I do not like to exist in the city, to fight for survival in the metropolis. I do not associate myself with a hermit or a downshifter - I just chose this lifestyle. Life is arranged, there is no need to work, there is no need to pay for an apartment either, there is enough communication with people - everything is fine. Fate itself will help me find a way out of any situation.

On February 28, 2018, I, taking a companion with me, left St. Petersburg. We got the car quickly. Right before Pereslavl. I needed to go there. The driver drove under 180 km-h and already at 8 pm we were at the place - at the Hobbit-Hermit. Unreal fart.
I agreed with the Hermit in advance about a meeting, but now I’ll go alone or not alone, I didn’t know until yesterday, and I didn’t have time to warn. He was waiting for one person, two arrived - it turned out inconveniently.
We arrived at the wrong time - the Hermit recorded the fairy tale on video. He asked me to be quiet and not move. I put the phone on a tripod, sat in front of the camera and began to read a fairy tale. Then he fed us "pea food" and treated us to tea and cookies.

I offered to cook my own buckwheat, but the owner of the dugout said that he didn’t feel sorry for cereals, this is not such a valuable thing, my time and attention are most valuable. During the meal, I asked how best to communicate - on "you" or "you" - I read many articles where journalists mostly spoke on "you", but Yuri was categorically against it - and gave an example that in English language there is no word "you" at all, but intelligent and educated people say "you" to each other. I gave the Hermit a book and a pack of wheat flour, which he didn't want to take because he doesn't eat it. And the video about how he bakes pancakes, it turned out, was made for the hype for Shrovetide. In fact, he does not like to cook something.

It was not possible to communicate - Yuri was busy with installation work, and we went to bed on the bunk, where the table was and the rabbit was running. At night, the Hermit did not sleep at all, he kept rereading the fairy tale, and it is not clear when he sleeps. "Or maybe he's an alien and doesn't sleep at all?" - suggested the driver who picked us up.

It's good in the dugout - clean, dry, no insects. There is no garbage, there are exhibits - for example, socks hanging on a rope. The oven maintains about 20 degrees, by morning the temperature drops a little, but even in my summer sleeping bag it was warm.

At six in the morning I woke up and took my pills. The hermit pushed my fellow traveler aside. Now Yuri was more talkative. He talked about why he went to live in a dugout, although I did not ask such a question. The fact is that he studied in Moscow (and he wanted to enter St. Petersburg, but they didn’t take it) - setting out to complete one of best universities Russia. Lived in a hostel, worked. But the living conditions did not suit him, and there was no time left for his life. Then Yuri Valentinovich said to his boss: "Can I work half as much?" The chief answered - "then you will receive four times less." He stood in line for the improvement of living conditions, but they did not give him an apartment. As always, it went to some official. And then he went to the dugout. And he seems to be happy. You are your own boss, you don’t owe anything to anyone, you don’t need to stand in traffic jams and get nervous, it appeared free time to do your job. When Yuri talks about the production of the video, his eyes light up. "Imagine, before, to make a movie, you needed a movie camera, like this. On television, to shoot a program and watch it by the audience, you need a lot of people and equipment, but now it's enough to have a phone, tablet and Internet access! I have on the channel statistics, my video was watched at the same time ... a person, that is, it is ... cinemas "- Yes, - I nod - in the digital age you are your own actor, director, editor and so on. I asked if Yuri is making a profit from his channel. It turned out that commercial profit is not a goal, but a goal - to convey information, to use YouTube as a means of mass influence on people. It is the only medium available to all and free from censorship, which the government does not yet control. There is also LiveJournal, but who is on LiveJournal now? Bloggers who write articles are mowed down by the FSB for articles. YouTube tried to close after the scandal with the oligarch, but could not.

In addition, there was time for reading books. There are a lot of them - a whole library! Previously, Yuri was fond of bookcrossing. Now he fills in the blanks and reads classic literature and stories that are still relevant today.

In parting, Yuri gave me an autographed postcard and a clay chip with the inscription "Talent".

In general, the hermit, of course, is not the same as he appears in his funny videos, such a friendly, cheerful hippie, he is smart, well-read. a very serious, purposeful and hardworking person who clearly knows what he wants.

He acted very wisely - you need to get out of the country before it's too late, or at least go to the bunkers. To not depend on slave conditions. After all pension contributions that we pay now are being burned. Everyone knows this, but no one is outraged, everyone is forced to pay. In addition, housing rent and groceries eat up wages, not even their own housing, from where they can be evicted at any time. Here, the water was turned off in our house - and tryndets, no washing, no tea brewing. And in the dugout there is always a spring or snow / ice. In the city, the snow is dirty, and they also drown it with reagents. In the forest, the snow is clean, the air is coniferous, it is pleasant to breathe, the sun is shining.

What would I say today at 43 to my past 33 year old self? - Yura repeats my question. - I would say: “Run here, to me, for 106 kilometers, leave this empty and useless life, it’s so great here, you can’t imagine!” But of course, I wouldn't believe my past self today. That I had a house, a job, money, trips abroad, a car, a refrigerator, expensive clothes... Everything that I don't have today. And what I have today and what I didn’t have in the past is completely intangible, therefore it is impossible to present as an argument: the meaning of life, harmony with oneself, freedom of expression ...

Yura constantly expresses himself. For four years he has been living on the edge of the forest, far from the cities, in a comfortable dugout with a round door - "in a hole under the ground", like Bilbo Baggins. He calls himself "a man - a cherry orchard", because he loves Chekhov very much and "preaches" his way of thinking to his numerous guests. He shoots, edits and uploads to the Internet videos about the life of a hermit, in which he shares, as he himself says, "life's wisdom and follies." He wears a fluffy red beard on his face, and tangles on his head, very similar to dreadlocks. Instead of a dog and a cat, Petruha the rabbit and Pasha the raven live with Yura. Sometimes he looks. 15 meters from the dugout, along the Yaroslavl Highway, Yura installed round plank shields and wrote the word "Navalny" on them in huge letters - an art object, also the fruit of his artistic self-expression. Earlier, by the way, the inscription “Dimon” flaunted on the same shields.

Downshifting technologies

The main complaint against Yura from his commentators on YouTube is inconsistency with the canons. “What a hermit you are,” these good people- if you live on the highway? If you have a phone with a video camera and electricity? You are a deceiver and an idler, not a hermit. Hermits must live in the deep forest, with wolves, drink from puddles and eat grasshoppers. We know!”

To this, Yura, not at all upset, replies that, they say, friends, the 21st century is in the yard, and the hermits in it can in no way be similar to their long-standing predecessors. Hermits are now like me.

On the roof of the dugout there are four solar panels and a stack of car batteries, day and night providing Yura with light, charging for his phone, the operation of a laptop (which he hardly uses) and a rather loud playback of Chekhov's audio books, completely drowning out the cars rushing along the Yaroslavl highway.

There is a modern stainless steel potbelly stove that can heat and boil peas in exchange for a negligible amount of firewood. There is a working toilet, a shower, a kind of bath and impressive stacks of books. A Toyota Corolla that has not been driven for a long time is parked by the road, and in the house, that is, a dugout, there are guests every day: friends, journalists, just passers-by, and even officials of the local administration.

Yura is an absolutely honest hermit. But not the one whom the Greeks called an anchorite, that is, a hermit monk, but a modern downshifter - a man who escaped from civilization, arranged a demarche for the “meat grinder” of the metropolis, where, according to him, one must “work all his life for the Abramovichs in order to have a roof over head." Moreover, Yura never called himself just a hermit - he is a hermit hobbit who is always glad to people.

Thanks for the beans

On the way from Moscow, I was afraid to miss the hermit camp, and starting from the 104th kilometer, I carefully looked around. The fears were in vain: the very inscription “Navalny” unmistakably reports about Yurina’s localization.

The owner is making something on a wooden cable reel that replaces his garden table. When he sees me, he quits his lesson, waves affably and goes towards me. Looking at him, I understand that in the rapidly growing popularity of the hermit, not last role appearance plays. He is petite, thin and really looks like a hobbit. Freckles are scattered across her expressive face. A lush beard of an almost unreal red-copper color. Age not determined. The movements are restrained, unhurried, he speaks a little mockingly.

Excuse me that I'm not dressed like a hobbit today, I just washed all my things in the morning, - Yura laughs and, looking into the handed bag, sees red beans there. - Oh, so you are a journalist from Lenta.ru, whom I asked to bring beans? Paul, I think? Thank you very much, I need the beans for the YouTube video: "What Hermits Eat." Actually, I eat peas, but people ask me to cook beans in the video as well.

The right to stop and listen to yourself

Beautiful places and far from the villages - I make a true compliment to the 106th kilometer.
- Yes, they are beautiful, I chose for a long time, and I looked at the cards, and looked with my eyes, - Yura continues to chuckle. - I would say that this is one of the most beautiful places 100 kilometers from Moscow.
- And you've been here for six years?
- No, constantly four years. And before that, he lived here for another year and a half, in a thatched house, which then burned down. I think that no one set it on fire - my carelessness is to blame.

According to Yura, six years ago he was exactly the same person as other Russians who received higher education and the rest to live in Moscow. Worked as a lawyer in a non-profit foundation, filmed one-room apartment on Oktyabrsky Pole, went on vacation abroad, but did not have time to take out a mortgage. But existence in the cycle of everyday life, work from bell to bell for a roof over your head, a life in which one mistake - and you are on the street, oppressed him more and more. He increasingly thought that every citizen of the earth should have the right to a tiny corner and modest food, just like that, at least for a while, to stop, think, listen to himself.

Straw and mud house

The last straw was the refusal of the deputy head of the passport office of Chertanovo-Yuzhnoye (where the civil passport was issued) to give Yura a new passport. Based on the fact that he is not registered in Moscow.

I was rude - they simply sent me to hell - a little angry with Yura's unpleasant memories. - Although I didn’t ask for a favor or some kind of preference, I asked them to fulfill their official duties, kept my civil rights. I was sent, and then I decided to stop being a citizen, but to remain first of all a man - homo sapiens, who was born on this earth and, therefore, has the right to live on it.

Officials clearly wanted motivation. Yura, on the other hand, acted radically: not only did he not give a bribe, but he abandoned his entire habitual way of life and went to live with a friend, at an empty dacha near Pereslavl-Zalessky. He spent the winter there, and then moved to neutral territory - the 106th kilometer of the Yaroslavl highway. Settled in a canvas tent.

After some time, a friend from Pereslavl, a builder of cottages, came to visit Yura. After the construction of an avant-garde elite mansion, he was left with 150 straw blocks that looked like giant bricks. He suggested and then brought them to Yura. Yura built a cozy house out of blocks, put up a potbelly stove and began to live. Gradually he smeared the house with clay from the outside, smeared it with clay from the inside, but the section of the roof adjacent to the chimney was not processed ...

So scattered

When you live in a house for a year and a half, - he complains, - you get used to it, and it starts to seem that it will be so, nothing can happen. But red-hot ash flew out of the chimney, and the house was gone. Then I built this dugout. I built it for two months, and I have been living in it for four years.

Yura says it is correct distribution effort: two months building - four years living. The freed forces he spends on his hobbies and community service. For two years he was fond of bookcrossing (to the best of his ability, he ensured the circulation of books between people with the registration of these books on special sites), read a lot, “preached” Chekhov, especially “The Cherry Orchard”.

Journalists came to him, filmed his dugout, books, stove, rabbit and crow, and Yura thought that if it was so interesting, he could talk about himself. A year ago, I started learning how to shoot and edit videos using my phone, and launched my own YouTube channel. Today, the ratings of this channel are growing rapidly: a week ago, Yura had five thousand subscribers, and today there are more than nine thousand.

Car can be eaten for life

Yura does not and has never used alcohol or drugs. He tries not to smoke because he considers it a weakness. Not a vegetarian, but practically does not eat meat. Seventy percent of his diet is boiled peas with sunflower oil and soy sauce. He dilutes this food with gifts from numerous guests, but he does it more out of courtesy. He says that one bag of peas, one package of sunflower oil and one package of sauce.

The ceiling in Yurina's dugout is high - there is still a meter of space above your head. Dimensions are two by four meters. Most of the area is occupied by a podium covered with an old carpet - it also serves as a bed at night. The walls are reinforced and finished with wooden poles - not a European-style renovation, but the design is not devoid of aesthetics. There are shelves on the walls, literally bursting with books. In the far corner is a potbelly stove with one burner - for heat and cooking. Behind the door is the plaster head of Socrates. From habitual to us entertainments - tea.

Two things were bought here for money: solar panels and a modern telephone. Everything else is handmade or brought in by visitors. Yura says that everyone can do this. You need some money, but if, for example, you sell a car, it will be enough for the rest of your life. And even if in the end they were kicked out of the land under some pretext, the construction of a new dugout would take him another two months.

Where is the best law school

Yurin's day consists of three parts: communicating with guests, reading books and maintaining his YouTube channel. In his videos, Yura exploits the hermit life for the time being, but according to the idea, this is just a way to attract an audience. And the ultimate goal is to speak in the margins and between the lines: to share wisdom and nonsense, to talk about Chekhov, our society, freedom and how little a person needs to be happy.

Yura Alekseev came to Moscow from Stary Oskol. There he was born, raised and graduated from high school. Then he studied as a programmer in Belgorod, but did not graduate from high school and went into the army. Served in Petropavlovsk-Kamchatsky. During his service, he became friends with an officer who advised Yura to receive legal education and explained that there are four worthy legal departments in the country: at St. Petersburg State University, at, at the Russian State University for the Humanities and Moscow State Law Academy. He also gave Yura a recommendation (for out-of-competition admission) to a law school, which, by the way, did not work in the places listed.

After the army, he tried twice to enter St. Petersburg State University - he did not pass. In the third year, he applied to four places at once and at the age of 24 he entered the Faculty of History, Political Science and Law of the Russian State University for the Humanities.

The unbearable burden of life

I lived in a hostel, worked as a courier, a loader, studied - in general, I was absolutely like everyone else, - Yura smiles at his memories. - In the fourth year I got a job in my specialty, at the age of 30 I received a diploma and again became like everyone else - that is, I sat at the computer in the office all day long, did some paperwork, rented an apartment. The usual typical story, of which there are millions. Was in good relations with the founders, had excellent working conditions, could eventually become a partner. He worked as a lawyer for six or seven years - enough to understand: now his life has gone, and there will never be another.

In the same years, Yura often traveled abroad, but foreign sights and alien nature quickly got tired. People have always been interesting. But why travel so far? Yura registered on a couchsurfing site (exchange of travelers) and began to host foreign guests, show the city, and communicate. People brought with them the spirit of freedom, and Yura saw that our world was a nightmare for them. Yurino's disagreement with this trouble - life in a tiny rented odnushka, in a concrete anthill, in civilized slavery - grew until it was resolved by a dugout on the side of the Yaroslavl highway.

Enraged Lamb

We talked for four hours until it began to get dark. Sometimes cars pulled off the highway. "How are you?" - asked strangers. “Why are you for Navalny?”, “What can you bring?”, “Nobody disturbs you at night?” - Passers-by are interested, shouting over the noise of the route. “The main thing is that conscience does not disturb,” Yura chuckled in response.

By the way, the hermit said that winter was not a problem for him. The dugout is wonderfully warmed up by a potbelly stove, and firewood is a forest deadwood, which is visible and invisible around.

Unfortunately, everything that Yura said cannot be conveyed in one note. How he slept on newspapers on the floor of the Kursk railway station while he took exams at Moscow State University and the Russian State Humanitarian University. What I understood from Chekhov's plays and why he loves them more than stories. And why happiness can be either here and now, or not at all.

Hi all.

07/14/2018 my family visited the Hobbit the Hermit.

The hermit's name is Yuri and for several years he has been living in a dugout.

I learned about this man from youtube videos and I wanted to get to know him better.

After watching a few videos that were filmed various people running on the way to unusual resident(or those who specially come to visit him), I realized that Yuri was already quite tired of the guests, many of whom tortured him with questions about his personal life, while constantly (in most cases without asking) filming him on camera.

I understood that the Hermit should have his own time when he sleeps or eats, so at night, in the evening and in the morning it is stupid to come to a person. A day is acceptable, in my opinion.

I will not hide that it was inconvenient for me to go and communicate with Yuri, but curiosity got the better of us and we went to visit while it was still possible.

I did not know what to bring him as a gift, I searched the entire Internet in an attempt to find out from others what the Hermit really needed, but did not find an answer to my request.

As a result, they cleaned the carrots for the Petrushka rabbit, and I found Yuri a cup with a picture of a rabbit, coffee and sugar. I brought coffee only because I knew that Yuri was quite hospitable and treats coffee.

I am embarrassed to drink and eat at a party, and my husband even more so, and it seems to me that we even offended Yuri with our refusal.

When we arrived, we saw a couple of parked cars, apparently, sooo many guests go to him.

We waited a bit and went to the booth with the phone. We picked up the phone and heard the voice of Yuri, he invited us and we went down to the dugout.

Yuri gave me his hand and laid a rug for us to sit down..

I can’t say for sure if the Hobbit needs something, but he loves to read books, there are a lot of them in his dugout. To be honest, I also like the paper version, not the electronic one. Since childhood, I read a lot, until now my father is very kind to books and the whole apartment is full of books (there are two rows of books on the shelves, books under the bed, books in the corridor, etc.), so books are the first thing I I noticed when I entered the Hobbit's dwelling.

He felt tired and he looked like a wise man, but his look betrayed his young age.

His views on life are not close to me, but perhaps he is right in some way ..

And I am absolutely not interested in who and what says about him, because a person can be judged only by talking to him personally. I mean, many people talk about the fact that they have left a residue from communicating with the Hermit.

I did not ask Yuri questions, it was clear that he was tired of them and, in principle, it is indecent to come to visit and start "torturing".

I tried to speak only on those topics that he himself touched on, and, basically, my husband talked with Yuri.

My son fed the rabbit Petrushka with carrots, which, by the way, the rabbit liked. Parsley allows himself to be stroked, but does not caress, he loves his master and tries not to stray far from him. Probably, numerous guests also tire him.

It seems to me that Yuri has practically no friends. Yes, there are those who support him, but more curious ..

It's hard to find friends these days though.

In general, we were satisfied with the trip, we had a "talent" from clay from the Hobbit the Hermit as a keepsake.