Good artists are not always good art critics. But in the mouth of Viktor Bukharsky, any statement about any picture of all times and peoples is the moment of truth. However, what Victor himself cannot do is explain what makes him write and write non-stop. Why he, a recognized avant-garde artist, paints in the way he does, where his style and palette constantly flows and changes, is a mystery to himself. Is this why his personality, which is far from easy to communicate, and his life, which contains a ready-made plot, are so interesting? Bukharsky, of course, has a prototype. Why invent something when such powerful people, ordinary geniuses, live nearby?