fiction [Theme]

So many fables have been made up about me that I get tired of refuting them.

Don't trust writers, they are great dreamers. And happy people, in fact, because the creator immediately wrote out an indulgence for them to make up an invention: they say, lie, so be it, you can.

And her sadness is just an invention of poets.

Perhaps God is not an invention at all, but it is quite obvious that the life of the people does not excite him.

My prize is the pleasure of knowing the essence of things, the thrill of the discovery made. It is important for me to know that other people enjoy the fruits of my labor. That's what is essential, and the awards are so ... someone's invention. I don't trust awards; awards, damn it, bother, awards are visibility, like epaulettes, like a beautiful military uniform. My father explained it to me that way.

I experienced a great, unfamiliar happiness, an inexplicable state. How is happiness measured here? Ovations? You see, he got less applause than me. Let it burst. Nonsense! Empty shameful feeling. That happiness is cosmic, incomparable. Too bad I didn't have time to return. As a Soviet tourist during the years of the Iron Curtain. Nevertheless, he thanked the doctors for returning him. But, between us, as I saw the smoking chimney of the plant, I regretted that I had returned ...

Swindle, if we consider it in the right light, is a complex concept, its components are: small scope, self-interest, perseverance, fiction, courage. impudence, imperturbability. originality, impudence and smirk.

We are either increasing our suffering, or inventing it, or anticipating it.

My wife constantly scolds me for not being punchy, not working anywhere. He says, you lie on the couch, you do nothing. I tell her, "Queen, don't dust! There is a crisis in the country, the lack of work is the norm." It is with this formulation that half of the unemployed in Russia lie on the couch, watch "Cop Wars" and wait for economic growth. Although, personally, I believe that the crisis is a media invention. I know for sure when there was no crisis. There was no crisis when there was no TV. It's just that people lived, didn't know about anything. Sometimes tanks could pass by the village. Sometimes a squad could jump in, kill half of the village. In general, there was no crisis. It was not crowded, but there was no crisis.

Time, after all, is also an abstraction, an invention of man. But an invention is so precious that, without understanding time, we are unable to understand our whole life ...

Don't think down on the data rate of a car full of cassettes, with a roar moving along the road.

My parents and my brother have always, contrary to reality, instilled that we belong to the middle class. Although they were typical representatives of the struggling worker. But this invention helped to overcome difficulties and indeed rise several steps higher.

Evil? As well as divine nature - it is just a stupid invention of people.

It's too wild to be fiction.