Minko Nikolov

His star seemed to be happy. Clever, talented, ethical, he made an impression everywhere, was respected and loved. His creative path was one of continuous ascent. He was harsh towards his first critical works, which inevitably bore the imprint of another time that limited creative individuality, but we, the older ones who printed as editors, remember that we hardly noticed in them the mistakes of early youth. This young man, almost a teenager, was not only unusually clever, but, strangely enough, he was already wise. How and when he had acquired this wisdom at such an early age remained a mystery to his richly gifted nature.