December 30, 2012, the world-famous Soviet dissident Vladimir Bukovsky will turn 70 years old, and half of them he lived in Cambridge - in a tiny, dank in English and smoky in Russian house with a fireplace and a neglected garden. This ascetic dwelling, where all the threads of the Soviet political emigration once converged and where its think tank was located, Vladimir Konstantinovich bought with the fee for his first autobiographical book “And the Wind Returns...”, and he wrote it immediately after his exchanged for the General Secretary of the Chilean Communist Party, Luis Corvalan. I think, if it weren’t for this reason to push Bukovsky out of the country, our leaders and helmsmen would have come up with another - too much blood was spoiled for them by a frantic rebel and “hooligan”. They tried to crush him, break him with threats, arrests, psychiatric diagnoses and long prison sentences (in total, Vladimir Konstantinovich spent 12 years behind bars), but he did not repent, did not ask for mercy, did not retract a single word and did not betray any of his comrades (“ Today this matter seems hopeless to me - that’s why I agree to it,” Bukovsky liked to say).