Sergey Skudaev was born in a Siberian village. When he was 7, the family moved to a big city near Baikal Lake. He attended a school, then University, and became a scientist and a poet. He specialized in brain physiology and published his poems in the almanac “Siberia.”
In 1991 he immigrated to the USA. His first job was as a lab technologist in a small Brooklyn lab.
At the same time, he attended BMCC in downtown Manhattan. His major was Computer Science.
Not many people have professional knowledge of brain physiology and computer programming in one head. After graduation from BMCC, he started to work for a computer company in Florida and write books about computer programming. He is married and has a dog and a cat.
I sat so merry in my abode
Loving hands around me
I dreamt of such glorious days
One day i would see
I remember the day I left
My room
I closed the door behind me
One quick look again
Then walked away
The room which would always remind me
The glorious days I had dreamt
I did merrily spent
How little did I then know
Life turns on a dime
My room is now not as it was
When I closed the door
Behind me
My room now is a prison
But not how one would invision
It is one of sorrow and grief
Sadness burns into the bare walls
I catch my breath
And weep
Why did thou'st doth betray?
The room which once embraced me
I ask with riddled heart
Jagged and torn
Which wicked riddles have I thus sought?
I sit still
I am now my room
No dreams as once before
I age before my open door
In my room long ago
I sat merrily in my loving abode
Loving hands did hold me
All gone
My room and myself
Now one
Two thrust to be together
Forever
Alone