mikhail svetlovich, no need to read. i thought that this is the sky, hare, these are not people. well, i honestly don't, so to speak. here, maybe a poet for an hour and until today. i'm flying that people are kissed by god at least once they call out to me grabbing, and how your parents reacted to your desire to become part of high literature. well, my dad, before the war he was, and he was a muller stove-maker, and he said that it was nonsense yesterday to be a grass-maker, but my mother is an intelligent woman, she graduated from the leningrad herzen pedagogical institute, she, of course, in principle, approved of this. previously, the writer was considered somehow you have already mentioned this word by celestials with some ideal biographies of deeds; later it became fashionable to talk about the personal life of the writer. it turned out that this life is no longer so, ideal, in your opinion. uh, is it worth it for a writer to maintain such a brand of ideality, uh, for the sake of his readers , and now the writer e is consuming more, and there is no reality there to want a br