Victor Pelevin. The love for three zuckermann (№ 181373)

Cheese, and Italian olive oil (not quite olive and not very Italian - Italian for a hundred percent was just the mob, to engage from Tunisia left the tanker with canolas have done this a painful and not always hygienic way to my plate that I didn't know how I'm going to eat them on. And tea... No, I better not see who and as it rakes in piles.
In General, it looked like the world was no longer shy of me and showed me his nakedness. Not even shame, and all their countless srami: laid out in front of my face the same polynomial, which is so terrified, I remember, interested in the mathematics of the red cavalry. But with them it was a joke and me in reality. Moreover, the polynomial used to beat me with their spikes on all sides, cost me only a little to lose vigilance.