Mercedes Perez, a boy with who was born on December 6, 1973 in Nashville, Tennessee. May be the reason behind the success in life is mainly due to his family diversity. This all started up from his birth. Soon after my birth of Mercedes Perez, my parents got separated; the reason was the religion. My father wants to follow Buddhism. Later on my mother also changes my name and now I am being known as Xavjah, and I am the follower of Jesus Christ as his Lord and Savior (Andrews, 2000).
I was born on April 11, 1954 in Moscow, on the square of the Belarusian railway station, in a house inhabited by famous pilots and aircraft manufacturers. My mother's stepfather, SA Kocherigin, in whose apartment while my parents were, was one of the first Russian test pilots, and later a famous aircraft designer, a close collaborator of Ilyushin. My father, Nikita Borisovich Sevastianov, demobilized the fall of 1945 (the latest front - the capture of Budapest), a full orphan. His father, a White Guard officer, who returned in 1922 from Constantinople to Russia, was shot on a false tip-off in 1931 (rehabilitated already on my memory), and his mother, the captain of medical service, was killed at the front in 1943 all the property his father was hardened in front campfire coat, the first years of life together with my mother, they took off the corners all over Moscow (Cormack, 1999). Excellent Round (Stalin scholarship), the father immediately enrolled in graduate school Mosrybvtuza and shortly before my birth was a PhD. My mother, Anna, nee Kulikova, a teacher of God's grace, she taught English at MGIMO. But his home was not, therefore, when in 1959 his father was offered to move the institution to Kaliningrad and head a department, he agreed. In April 1945 he took by storm Konigsberg and willingly went into this, with his participation reclaimed, the land - East Prussia. There he was a renowned scholar, and served until the end of life in Kaliningrad today is Professor Sevastyanova Street.
I have a child is very tenacious memory, I remember being put on medical scales, as in the street were taken on a balcony in a wheelchair back to bed, my mother breast fed me. She had me singing Russian songs, lullabies, love songs and even sang opera arias, tried to develop my ear and a taste for their native melodies. A lot of reading aloud to me, especially the Russian fairy tale by Pushkin, even poetry. At the age of four or five years, took me to the Tretyakov Gallery (especially memorable times with the same perogo "Night on the Dnieper" Kuindzhi, "Evening after the Battle of Igor's Polovtsy" Vasnetsov, "Doors of Tamerlane" and "The Apotheosis of War" Vereshchagin "). Early vaccination of Russian culture has played a big role in my life (Francis, 2001).
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