i saw such a dry, ruddy, mustachioed, retired man, there were about 20 of us, and he was reading parasitic verses then, which were like prose: i was a political worker for 3 years and so, this is a parasitic poet, this was his debut also in the late fifties, strange lines, he was a political worker, well, imagine, what kind of mood, political work is difficult work, they worked on it in such a way, that is , such prose would have affected, such prose, and such poetry from ... everything is fused, well, khrushchev himself in his style

of behavior with a changeable mood, then he prints, allows slzhenitsyn to be printed, then he trashes the exhibition, well yes, then he, well he, he was a man of many moods, well, probably, it is also worth mentioning the leningrad path, the leningrad note, we really mentioned.

school attention to detail, it is such, well , or what acmeism after acmeism, remember what acmeism is, she even ordered me to perfume my garter today, and it is interesting, she even mentioned names that were almost forbidden then, he had poems at kushner, like a polish teacher korchik goes, with boys with jews goes to gas chamber, and there he had such a stanza, where there was your beloved god, or as berdyaev thinks, he is the weakest of scoundrels, weaker for the cloudy? nikolai aleksandrovich berdyaev, philosopher, remarkable, that is , the leningrad note is a little different, then it is krivulin, then elena schwartz and so on and so forth. it must be said that the russian lyrics of that time, after all, have two wings, the leningrad one, also very powerful, and well, it's time from general reasoning, finally move on to the poet igor volgin. i would like igor volgin read poetry.

which opens this book and which he read wonderfully, better than me, read much more than yevtushenko, he liked them very much, here is such an epigraph, perm, the former city of molotov, now again a pen from the encyclopedia, and there is a mention of the newspaper gudok, here, my father was a war correspondent for the newspaper gudok, during the war, so here i mention this newspaper, i was born in the city of perm, i don’t remember perm, damn it, a railway hospital,

an obstetric unit. i still dream of existence, not having left non-existence. the war year, naked, frank, life death, looking at the question imply. in the city where everything is unfamiliar to me, where the ballet is packed with us, a hotel named after the people's commissar, like an anti-tank cocktail, at the edge of an untouched life, i survive with other children, i am a muscovite conceived under bombs, and born in the city of perm, where blissfully...