I welcome you to a unique museum of porcelain figures, the likes of which, perhaps, have not yet existed. If only because the largest collections of porcelain, which are exhibited today in famous museums, were created for hundreds of years. And at their origins, as a rule, there were powerful monarchs or the most influential nobles who lived in different historical eras and spent huge fortunes on their collections. And then, after their entry into the enlightenment, the state took care of the preservation and replenishment of the collections. Germany, for example. Or Spain. Or Italy. Or Austria. Or Japan. Or Denmark.In Kiev there is a Museum of One Street. Our museum, following the same logic, could be called a museum of one dream. After all, the ability to dream is given to each of us. But, unfortunately, not everyone can fulfill their dream. In that sense, of course, we were lucky. First, to meet good people who constantly helped us in this matter. And many even replenished the collection, generously making unique gifts. Secondly, to believe in yourself and give others faith that dreams come true. If we truly believe in them and really strive for their realization, without paying attention to the obstacles and trials of life, which, unfortunately, fate throws at us in large numbers.Work to prepare the museum for the opening did not stop for a day for nine months. A full-scale war was already underway, the enemy was attacking Kiev, air alarm sirens were constantly howling, and sometimes in the immediate vicinity there were explosions of cruise missiles that flew into this area. But we, like that majolic cockerel from Borodyanka, did not give up. Because we were led by a dream. It all started with a small Spanish porcelain figurine that I bought with my wife Galina on the Spanish island of Mallorca. And since then, we were so passionate about assembling a collection of Spanish Lladro porcelain — in our opinion, the best in the world — that we began literally hunting for it across countries and continents. And a little later, having decided to demonstrate to everyone that Spanish porcelain is really the best in the world, we began to supplement the collection with products from other famous manufactures. We had to visit dozens of different countries for this — from the United States and Argentina to New Zealand and Singapore. And from everywhere we brought porcelain, porcelain, porcelain. There was so much of it that neither at home nor at work there was not the slightest free space. And then there was an idea to open a museum.In our case, everything was different. Near this building is a place in which I had to spend many years among orphans and children from incomplete, as they used to say, families like me. Each of us had our own difficult fate. And each of us had our cherished dream. I dreamed of becoming a journalist and, having become one, to go to other countries. This dream seemed unrealizable. And this was understandable, because you could only count on your own strength. Hardly then, in the early 1970s, could I have imagined that time would pass and I would still become a journalist. That I am lucky to visit almost a hundred countries in the world. From dozens of countries, I will begin to bring to Kiev a variety of amazing objects of art. That over time it will develop into a collection of porcelain — a rare material capable of conveying both beauty and grace, warmth and kindness, and, if you may, even love.