Book: Reserve

I was silent. But mentally set fire to her discolored hydropyrite curls.

Awesome fish! I would like to have three children from her ...

to tell? - a monument to your resourcefulness ...

Love is freedom. While the doors are open, all right. But if the doors are locked from the outside is a prison.

Fight people from the fullness of life...

Love public bestiality.

To night drinking conversation turned into a debate with a hint of scuffle.

He looked at Gale:
- And you're prettier. No teeth put in?

Dirty sheep with decadent faces sluggish grazing.

Debt is the only thing that connects you with people. And who doesn't?

Say the Jews are indifferent to nature. So goes one of the criticisms of the Jewish nation. Its supposedly nature they have, and they are indifferent to someone else's. Well, maybe so.

I think the authorities do not see all this mess? Agencies notice better Sakharov. But where is the real exit? What? In the restoration of capitalism?.. For example, I read your vaunted self-publishing. Shit, no less than in the journal "Banner". Only it's flipped. White where there is black, where black, there are white... for example, the problem of agriculture. For example, it is possible to take and cancel the collective. To distribute land to the peasants, and the like. But you first find out what the peasants think? If I want this land to get?.. Yes, any farmer this land at once on chekushku wag.

You don't get paid - that's what bad. Money is freedom, space, moods... Having money, so easy to endure poverty...
Learn to earn them, not hypocrisy. Go to work as a loader, write nights. Mandelstam said, people will save whatever they need. So write...
You have the aptitude for it could not be. Write, create a masterpiece. Call emotional shock to the reader. At a single living person... the Task of a lifetime.
If that doesn't work? Well, you said yourself, morally failed attempt more noble. Not least because that is not rewarded...
Write, once took, get this off my chest. Than it weight, the easier...

In Leningrad to his writings reacted coolly. The stereotypes here were higher. A complete lack of talent was not paid. Talent is alarming. The genius gave rise to the horror. The most cost-effective it seemed "obvious literary ability", The Potocki was not obvious abilities. Something flickered in his writings, slipped, was coming. Some random phrases, some remarks on... "Pearl head of garlic...", "Paraffin feet the flight attendants...". However, the obvious abilities were not.
To publish it ceased. What hick said goodbye to the newcomer, annoyed at the Metropolitan writer.