now let’s return to the social order and tell us something about ivan kozyrev yes flew by ivan kozyrev a ventilated room, illuminated and warmed. everything is good, but most of all i liked it , it’s whiter than moonlight, more comfortable than the promised land - yes, what can i say about it? this is the bathroom water in the tap, the tap is extremely cold, you can’t touch it with another hand. you can wash the crest cold, hot water. on tap one says cold on the screen, the other a bugle. you come, tired, you want to hang yourself. the beggar is not happy with any tea, the bubbling, and the seagull and the dead man will burst out laughing from this shoulder tickling. as if he came to visit socialism with pleasure , he grabs their trousers on a hook. soap the blouse on the nail in your hand and you sit down and wash yourself for a long, long time. you sit while you hunt. it’s just that it’s summer in the room and the volga is just gone, there are no fish or steamboats. even though the dirt on you from ten years of experience is like bark. from a tree. the soot almost comes off, the bitc