Volodymyr Shynkaruk. Shestystrunnyy doshch. Vam, molodym... (Six-String Rain. For you, the young...)

There are musicians – and a lot of them – concentrated on constantly surprising the audience with some external changes: a new style, new image, etc. And this might be interesting – but mainly, unfortunately, in the case one does not listen keenly. Volodymyr Shynkaruk chose another way of communicating with the audience – he looks inside. And if the inner world of a person is multidimensional – it is possible to wander in these dimensions infinitely, and about each of them it is possible to tell some story. Volodymyr Shynkaruk seems to have in store an infinite number of such histories – and he knows how to tell them honestly, deeply, interestingly. So that at a certain instant his stories become – your own. And there is sadness, and joy in them – and there is in them a seemingly simple but delicate ability to notice ordinary things, in which in actual fact the essence is reflected. Transparent beauty of life that flies and is filled in – every second.