Vladimir Vysotsky. (№ 465968)

I, Misha, fuss a lot not about creativity, unfortunately, but about all sorts of everyday affairs, my own and others. That’s why I have completely gloomy moments and moods, I write little, I act in films without much interest; Apparently, I’m already tired of pretending, and I can only express myself in poetry, songs and writing in general, and for this - the most important thing - there’s just not enough time. Only in my dreams I often see that I am sitting at the table, and a sheet of paper is in front of me, and everything comes out smoothly - in rhyme, evil, desperate and funny. But I decided: I’ll soon finish the most necessary fuss - and put everything aside, I’ll try to do only my job.