ABSTRACT
As the struggle was going on in the USSR for recognition and the legal status of the greatest composers from the generation of the sixties, primarily the three of them residing in Moscow — Alfred Schnittke, Edison Denisov and Sophia Gubaidulina, all the meanwhile their junior colleagues were staying far in the shade, waiting modestly and of their own free will in the wings for the time to come when they could get their share of the public notice. And since this struggle for the above mentioned greatest names had lasted for nearly three decades, up to the 1990s, their time came too late, with the best years of their creative lives spent in utter oblivion. Vladislav Shoot, a composer from Moscow, was one among those who had deemed it impossible for himself to go ahead of his highly esteemed senior friends and who seemed even to resign himself to his unlucky lot.
