When I came first from my mother’s womb, they called me Nastya, I don’t even know why, and my sister who got born 15 minutes later was named Yulya. I don’t know how they could find difference in us, because we had this problem for a long time. Thanks to our father, who plays saxophone, we were brought up in the atmosphere of music and arts.
Various artists, musicians and other creative people were oftentimes to our house and we were part of these creative searches, improvisations, avant-guard and classics. Violin was my first instrument, it wept under my unable fingers and there came out horrible sounds. So all this hard labor didn’t inspire me on the violin path (although, I will tell you in secret that in my dreams I make it play and touch most intimate strings of my soul…)
And then I was fascinated by flute. I sat in a soft armchair in philharmonic house and these not ordinary sounds in midst of other sounds of orchestra instruments took my breath away, my eyes wide open (and probably my mouth). Suddenly somebody whispered to my ear:
“Which of the instruments do you like most?”
Without turning my head, I replied: “Flute”, although I have never heard it.
“Do you want to learn how to play it?”, - asked the Voice.
“Yes,”-I nodded with my head, being afraid that this fairy-tale would be finished and I will get up…
So I don’t get separated from this instrument for over 6 years, it became part of my body and part of my soul. That is why after the musical school, 2 years tour around Ukraine and abroad, I felt that it is time to fly away from the nest , to spread the wings and fly into the sky (where one could realize and express himself), where music would be not the way of self-improvement, but self-realization, and I didn’t want to play from somebody’s music. We always had common opinion with my sister ( maybe that is the reason we came to be in one womb), we also met some people who were searching for truth as well…