it 's impossible to believe, an empty wilhelm pieck street, not a single person leaving or entering afikppy that there's not a single person, because if someone had left, god forbid, i would have fainted, i sat down on a bench, back then there used to be a bench at the entrance, and i had an 8mm movie camera with me, an amateur one, i took it out and became very attentive to look at it, to do something with it, as if pretending that i was busy - unlike sasha, unlike ivan, i failed miserably, and well, the crash was not so loud, because we took written exams at first, and i passed them. that's when i had to sit down and talk to marlen artemovich khutseyev, looking into his eyes, so huge with thick glasses, then my tongue stuck and i flew many years later. i was telling this story to marlyan martynych, suddenly he somehow turned so pale, and he was the most charming person, wonderful, completely in geekdom, a teacher of a geek, and he says: forgive me, please, i say, marlen martynovich, dear, it was one of the most important lessons in my life, maybe if i had entered then, i would not have