"Four years ago, and this was in 2017, I saved up the amount necessary to order a new bandoneon and placed an order with Uwe Hartenhauer. And before placing the order, I had never seen this" accordion "live in my life. Six months, with a festive expectation , hummed under his breath the song "Karl Marx Stadt" by the Megapolis group (for some reason I do not like the historical name Chemnitz), since Uwe's website promised production and delivery of my instrument in 6 months. As a result, I received it in 9 months. now I find some sacred meaning. Since I myself originally came to the world of tango, as they say, "to dance," the tangueros around looked at me with bewilderment, some with regret, some with sympathetic understanding of people who had gone through a midlife crisis. Like, the man, that is, I, will go crazy for a while with the bandoneon, after which this instrument will gather dust in the men's corner of the house as a monument to human stupidity at a price of 6000 Euros. The only person who supported me in my crazy idea was and remains my wife. No, it was not support a la "Nadezhda Konstantinovna in Razliv". I think, as a person who does not dance tango, she welcomed my inner growth from the trivial "dance with other people's women" to the noble striving for polyphony and Bach fugues. I have 7 years of completed musical education as a child in the piano class. I, like all boys of the Soviet era, hated the "music" and was ashamed of the ugly sheet music folder, with which I had to go through other people's neighborhoods. All motivation was kept under the strict control of my mother, who, with the tone of a public prosecutor, told me: "Yerlan, when you grow up, you will be grateful to me for your musical education." Mom was right. And I realized this much earlier. After music school, I gave up the piano, but got carried away with the guitar. After 7 years of tedious scales and large forms, it was especially easy to understand the chord system and fingering on a 6-string guitar. Who knows, he will understand what it is like to sing in a dark room with girls at summer camp during puberty. It was necessary to enter from the hit "Komarovo", then switch to the bleating super-fashionable songs of the "Forum", but it was necessary to finish with the repertoire from "Juno and Avos" - "White Rosehip" and polish at the end with the heartfelt "You will never forget me." After that, it was necessary to urgently use the effect produced by the opposite sex. Then there were 6 happy student years with a guitar in Leningrad in the atmosphere of a St. Petersburg rock club. Viktor Tsoi is still alive, Yuri Shevchuk has just moved from Ufa to St. Petersburg, the eternal BG, the many-sided Kostya Kinchev. But I finally understood my mother's words after 40 years, when I came to the wonderful world of tango ... In August 2018, having previously written off with Ivan Talanin on the Internet, I arrived in Moscow for the first bandoneon lessons. My choice of Ivan as my teacher was easy and, perhaps, predetermined in advance. I understood that the bandoneon school does not exist in the post-Soviet space. I was not looking for someone who has a bandoneon, who sells bandoneons, who knows how to play something there on the bandoneon. I was looking for a teacher who went through the wonderful Soviet school of button accordion and who is professionally familiar with this amazing instrument. Such in the post-Soviet space, as Ivan later said very accurately, "two and a half people". We met at Planetango. I am very grateful to Ivan for the fact that he immediately managed to create an atmosphere of trust, in which I ceased to be ashamed of my status as an amateur. I asked Ivan that at some point I did not want to be a "peasant with an accordion", realizing that it would be very, very difficult to do this. I saw a video with Ivan on YouTube. I understood that he was already a child prodigy. And as an adult he became a musician of the highest professional standard. If it were the world of the piano, then my arrival would look like the arrival of an amateur keyboard player from a deep province to Denis Matsuev. But this was the world of tango and the world of bandoneon. And this is not just the secret of the accessibility and openness of the masters for novice bandoneonists. It's like belonging to an amazing virtual race. I think Ivan felt my love for these worlds. And this became an excellent basis for our studies with him. For over two years now I have been working on the instrument. Yes, I remain an amateur. But even in this status, I am proud that I can call Ivan my teacher. I still have a very small repertoire, but I am not stopping. I do less than necessary, and more than my reality allows me. And there is very little crime directly with Ivan. I think that with the opening of the bandoneon school under the leadership of Ivan, I can correct this deficiency. Ivan himself says about himself: "Bandoneon is my life." Opening your own school is the next stage in your creative life. I wish success to his endeavour and his school. "