so, when a true newspaper was hung, then half of moscow ran to volkhon, where to read, so that they lookedthe caricature, he was brilliant, which is an artist in general, yes, they put them on a collective farm for potatoes. there, according to the weather, the polkat increased on the head from the cats, as if then in the spirit of already a master of jokes. she came up with jokes herself, that is, such a comment was not a person. we never saved up money, we played cards , everything we won, pocketed people, ate everyone who was once in a cafe. my friends could not withstand the intellectual burden that i sometimes unwittingly imposed on them by the mere fact of my presence. i've been training for loneliness. the world is going crazy towards the end of the khrushchev period, basically. i have developed my life concept. brief form. i am a sovereign state. i have to go against the flow of history. i am a sovereign state, this is emphasized, you understand this is what the liberal position is, as it were, individual, and freedom , but in such a bold form, we are in some kind of chain of circu