Character: Valerian M.

- Grandpa, where are you going?
- The station! Clotilde p. asked me to meet Rodion Ivanovich!
- Who is it?
- Her favorite nephew. Lives on Sakhalin. I imagine she hasn't seen him for thirty years!
And what he loved, if she is his thirty years have not seen?
And maybe that's why favorite!

You, I believe, do not suffer from loneliness?
- How do you say... Around you like a sea of people. Familiar, not very familiar, but still - the ocean of loneliness. And the phone is silent. Go out in the evening in the kitchen and want to smoke or to write... to write poetry.
- You also write poetry? And also in the kitchen?
- Yes, kitchen - the Cabinet joint. Especially at night. The whole world is asleep except you, only the Moon shines.

- Grandpa, your ad I put up.
- Clever!
But it's a weird one. "Between us Corvalol, validol between us. Between us my denture, between diathesis." In my opinion, it was necessary to write simply. So supposedly and so. Single, without bad habits... would like to meet...
- This is what I wrote only in verse. What prose, when all around spring?
- You're clever, old man! In one fell swoop and brides lure, and poems published!