Book: Craft
On one Leningrad plant was the case. Old worker wrote the Director a letter. Took a sheet of sandpaper or the back side led:
"When I finally provide a separate housing?"
The surprised Director called the worker: "What's that trick with the sandpaper?"
The worker replied, "it's a leaf you'd use in the toilet. And still think about it a little..."
The worker, imagine, was given a room. And the Director subsequently never parted with this letter. In Smolny, it was demonstrated at the party conference...
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MegaMozg 24-04-2017 / 19:40
Not for money seeks a smart businessman. He is committed to a full, harmonious equality of effort and result.
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MegaMozg 01-03-2017 / 21:38
Paradise is, in essence, what we are deprived.
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MegaMozg 13-01-2017 / 16:46
Edited by "Fire" children's writer Sakharnov. I read his books. I liked them. Unassuming Maritime history. He published six or seven books a year. No wonder believe that the oceans ' resources are limitless.
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MegaMozg 13-01-2017 / 16:41
His literature data was the best option. After all, a complete lack of talent - is unprofitable. Talent is alarming. Genius is terrifying. Most best-selling currency, moderate literary ability.
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MegaMozg 13-01-2017 / 15:02
Granin said:
- You are exaggerating. The writer should be published. Of course, not to the detriment of his talent. There is such a gap between conscience and meanness. This slot must penetrate.
I plucked up the courage and said:
- I think with this crack the wolf trap installed.
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MegaMozg 13-01-2017 / 14:32
I was puzzled. I decided to sell my soul to Satan, and what happened? Come I soul to Satan - gave. What could be more shameful?..
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MegaMozg 13-01-2017 / 13:55
You can be an engineer. Ordinary rogue does not exist. Their very foreignness - the key to greatness.
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MegaMozg 13-01-2017 / 13:45
You're not gonna be American. And not to escape from his past. It seems that you are surrounded by skyscrapers. You are surrounded by the past. That is, we. Mad poets and artists, drunks and professors, soldiers and prisoners. Say it again - remember about us. We are many and we are alive. We kill and we live and write poetry. In this nightmare, this hell we know each other not by their names.
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MegaMozg 13-01-2017 / 12:22
We've changed the social order. Not the geography and climate. Not the economy, culture or language. And even more - not his own nature. People change ones sorrow on others, and that's all.
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MegaMozg 13-01-2017 / 12:22
- I think Tolstoy would agree to live in this bleak area!
Tolstoy would not have agreed to live in this... year!..
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MegaMozg 13-01-2017 / 12:22
Is there a property that can once and for all to distinguish the noble man. A noble man receives any misfortune as retribution for your own sins. He blames only himself, whatever sorrow it either suffered.
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MegaMozg 09-01-2017 / 21:04
Charm, as we know, balances out any flaws.
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MegaMozg 09-01-2017 / 20:54
There is no greater tragedy for man than the complete lack of character.
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MegaMozg 09-01-2017 / 20:44
