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Даниил Хармс. Blue Notebook / Голубая тетрадь. Книга для чтения на английском языке
Kalindov
Symphony no. 2
Five Unfinished Narratives
Blue notebook no. 10
Koka Briansky
Act I
On Phenomena and Existences. No. 1
On Phenomena and Existences. No. 2
The thing
A sonnet
On Equilibrium
Andrey Semyonovich
Rebellion
Ivan Yakovlevich Bobov
A Knight
A Story
An Unexpected Drinking Bout
Theme for a Story
The destiny of a professor's wife
The things
There Once Was a Man…
Father and Daughter
How I Was Visited By Messengers
Holiday
The Cashier
How a man crumbled
The Memoirs of a Wise Old Man
Comprehensive Research
The hunters
Clunk
The Connection[1]
A Nasty Character
A New Talented Writer
They Call Me the Capuchin
The Artist and the Clock
The dream
Fedya Davidovich
I Had Raised Dust
What they sell in the shops these days
A Shortish Gent…
The start of a very nice summer's day (a symphony)
Knights
Anecdotes from the life of Pushkin
The Lecture
Myshin's Triumph
The Falling
Perechin
The Obstacle
A Fairy-Tale from the North
Acquittal
How I Was Born
The Incubating Period
Memoir «I Decided to Mess up the Party…»
1
2
3
4
5
6
Foma Bobrov and his Spouse. A Comedy in Three Parts
Disarmed, or Unfortunate in Love. A Tragic Vaudeville in One Act
Aleksey Tolstoy
On the Circle
On Laughter
On Time, Space and Existence
From «A Tract More or Less According to a Synopsis of Emerson» On an Approach to Immortality
The Old Woman. A Tale
Dlrow[2]
Letters
Letter to the Lipavskys
A Letter[3]
Letter to K. V. Pugachova: an Extract
Letter to his sister Ye. I. Yuvachova
Letter to Aleksandr Vvedensky
Отрывок из книги
Kalindov was standing on tiptoe and peering at me straight in the face. I found this unpleasant. I turned aside but Kalindov ran round me and was again peering at me straight in the face. I tried shielding myself from Kalindov with a newspaper. But Kalindov outwitted me: he set my newspaper alight and, when it flared up, I dropped it on the floor and Kalindov again began peering at me straight in my face. Slowly retreating, I repaired behind the cupboard and there, for a few moments, I enjoyed a break from the importunate stares of Kalindov. But my break was not prolonged: Kalindov crawled up to the cupboard on all fours and peered up at me from below. My patience ran out; I screwed up my eyes and booted Kalindov in the face.
When I opened my eyes, Kalindov was standing in front of me, his face bloodied and mouth lacerated, peering at me straight in the face as before.
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A man with a dirty coat and a big knife in his hands tried to get in through the window. When the dad noticed him, he closed the window and said:
– There is nobody.
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