Book: Nose

But there's nothing long-term, and therefore the joy in the next minute for the first is not so alive; in the third minute it becomes still weaker and finally merges unnoticeably with the usual position of the soul, like water circle, is born of a drop of a pebble, finally merges with the smooth surface.

But what is strange that it is not understandable of all, is how authors can take similar plots, I admit, it is really quite incomprehensible, that's for sure... no, no.not at all.