Sergei Dovlatov. Reserve (№ 177056)

Oddly enough, I felt something like love.
It would seem - from where?! From what rubbish?! From what depths of a miserable, servile life?! On what drained, poor soil and grow these tropical flowers?! Under the rays of a sun?!
Any cluttered workshops, vulgarly dressed ladies, a Guitar, vodka, pathetic rebelliousness... And suddenly - Oh, God! - love...
How good is illegible, the king of the universe!..