sasha sokolov yes, more than once, i ’ve heard this, i’m not sure, i don’t know how you yourself will but it’s absolutely certain that you unlike the lion's share of modern writers. uh, write, small things, but rather stories, essays, story cycles, whether it's true or not. here. e, dmitri you just one word just flashed uh, this cycles for me. uh, in general, uh, everything that i write, by itself , lines up in cycles, and even, uh, the cycle itself, which gave its name to this general babylonian conspiracy about languages ​​that arose after the destruction of the tower of babel. he emerged. uh, by chance, uh, i have one such fashionable glossy magazine. eh, unknown. why did he ask you to write a 72-word story? i asked why it came in. well, i say, what is this format? well, yes, but he says, yes, he just says from the bulldozer, this bulldozer has 72 words. at first i wanted to get rid of it, but then, uh, i thought, such interesting chess, let's do this problem. here to take such to write. i wrote this story, and then, uh, i felt sorry for giving away the magazine, because i started

well, everything is so subtle, why do i say that e comes to mind parallels sasha sokolov is so tanky this subject, how is it indicated that sorrow? in general, there can not be any, or still. maybe it's all so fun so sparkling so nice. here. uh, as a matter of fact, uh, this angel of death is an angel, israel, he is hidden, there inside and, uh, in reality. eh, you see, this is my deep conviction that there is no death for an angel, nothing is more terrible to see a person laughing, because that in principle, we should be afraid of it. yes, he must wait so that you are not afraid, please, of the angel of death. we must constantly e be here in a state of because what awaits us yes and here is a laughing man - this is an opposition. e. as a matter of fact, this fear of death and , uh, i think that he is not such a mocker. he doesn't laugh. here, yes, ridicule. this is exactly the laughter that a person inspires and exalts, and under this, all the same, under this thin ice. there, anyway, this abyss is a very christian thing, the joy of the spirit. yes despondency is a mortal sin. yes,