Hello, Yuri Gagarin.
You probably don't know this, but I wrote you a lot of letters. However, none of the previously written letters was sent by me, because I was afraid that you will still not have time to read these children's revelations. After all, we, boys, have heard many times what the astronauts busy schedule. And what is interesting to You, as a famous cosmonaut, could I write in my letter? Even though such letters were sent to you thousands and thousands. I was just another boy dreaming of conquering space, of which there were a little more boys in the Soviet Union than there were other Hobbies, and you Were a real cosmonaut, which meant for us in the godless Soviet era almost the same as for believers the Lord God.
(It was only later that I learned that You were dead on your second flight, and I was extremely surprised by this fact, because I thought that astronauts had long crossed this ridiculous barrier.)
And we, children, dreaming of becoming astronauts, painted in kindergartens blue balls of Earth on painted black paint album sheets, and wrote works in schools on the theme " Who do I want to be?", where they explained why the astronaut profession is more valuable and important than the necessary Soviet country engineers.