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didn’t spill beer on the floor. Then, he said that in his pocket only Russian money. Well, I was just kidding. I don’t care what’s in his pocket. Graciously, he offered me a roundabout. And all evening we played a game called “Hare wolf”. Guys, friends are wolves that want to eat you. Friends are not dogs that are faithful and attentive. But the commandment says – love your enemy, because only publicans do not do what is not necessary. Solo on nerves. “Slow down, my dear sir.” I love children – they are always sincere. Children are never fooled. As a last resort, we force them to deceive. Out of fear of the adult, the child automatically begins to compose the first thing that comes to mind. Out of fear. Some children are very brash. You can tell who’s raising them. Adults are easy to read by the behavior of their children, no matter how sadistic it is not tried to fix. Hypocrites we are – a spoiled society. The kids had nothing to do with it. As can be with them that/the ask, if they repeat for parents. Excessive molestation of children due to the fact that they always need support. As/I go along the Avenue, going fast enough, and then, like a magnet, around me formed a whole flock of scholars. Like they’re too much/you’re in a hurry. My step is half as long, so they have to run after me. And when I accelerate – lag behind, begin to look around. A good teacher should probably be able to see this distance. A good teacher should take into account the speed of movement of children. Some, I note, do not cope with the situation. Drop the authority in the classroom and here, you’re the student, not the teacher. The Soviet past gave birth to a whole generation of sadists – people tough, strong and uncompromising. Lack of flexibility of the Soviet person, especially among teachers, destroyed all intellectuals in society. How, excuse me, to live without intellectuals? All that surrounds us – not just the work of the hands and mind of scientists, namely intelligent scientists. People, in General, educated and productive thinking. Gagarin launched into space, an intelligent man, a thinking, educated. An academician is a vocation. You can buy yourself a whole pack of diplomas. We’re consumers. But to launch a man into space, it requires a head and a non-standard approach to work. To formulate the theory of quantum mechanics, it was necessary first to formulate the theory of the photoelectric effect. And then, for a long time to argue who is right: albert Einstein or Niels Bohr. I remember when I was reviled by teachers for failure… and where I, actually, didn’t manage? A foreman on a construction site? Today I write highly intellectual books and works of art. And those who have I cheated on the math exam, sitting stupefied in social networks, pubs and offices. They have long lost all knowledge of high school, and even, probably, Institute knowledge. However, in College I never studied. I wanted to do, but somehow it all happened that student life bypassed me. I’m self-taught. But I’m very progressive in their field. Come on, show me a writer who can be compared to me. I’m half natural, therefore, well versed in the laws of nature and society. I felt them on my own skin – I lived them. More accurately, continue to, until, thank God, pass through. To teach children anything is not necessary – they need to wean. That is – to lay in them the fundamental knowledge and let go. Such under force only to the progressive teacher. Just think about the word “fundamental.” Knowledge of the principles and laws of nature. I remember when Tasha invited me to work, just to see how things were going. She worked as a teacher at a music school. She was completely out of control. These imps were noisy, teased, played and jumped, and jumped her in the midst of this DIN could be heard. Then, in the class became the teacher and all built at attention. Kindergarten immediately turned into a hellish forge. Flexibility. A teacher who does not have the flexibility of thinking can not teach anything good. Then/then I see some “painters” in due time graduated from literature and the damn thing does not handle the creation of a masterpiece. Well, okay, we will not say anything about the creation of masterpieces – say, high-quality intellectual painting. They just lack creativity. Their creativity is cornered. It can not germinate and bear fruit. Hollow-colored Fig tree. But, authority such that eyes on a forehead climb from such degree of vanity and rudeness. You have to be humble, friends. After my speeches about friendship, the word “friends” now gets across my throat. So what if you’re a genius? Let’s say there aren’t too many people of your intellectual abilities on this planet. But it only increases the responsibility for others. Now you just have to serve as a support to everyone else who needs it. Imagine you’re on a planet full of savages. These savages tied you up and carried you to the fire. They’re going to roast you and eat you. They do not understand Russian at all. They don’t care what you’re yelling. They want meat. Put your eyes out and bake in the coals. And here is, you already on the brink of death and simultaneously on the brink of life. You come to the brilliant idea to fool all these savages, showing them how to extract the fire from a pocket lighter. Tuiasi under the tight ropes, you some how took out the back pocket of the jeans for a lighter Zepo, and quickly/quickly strike a wheel. Here all, of course, in shock. The fire mage was captured by savages. They untie you and demand to explain the mechanism. And then, you tell them how to work the stone and build durable homes; how to dig a well and draw from it the key water; how to sew a decent suit with a comfortable fit; how to plow the land and sow cultivated plants; how to make wine or drive chacha; how to breed Pets. After a while, you already accumulated such a reputation that hitherto wild tribe already can’t imagine life without them in your presence. However, not forever. The time will come, and you will definitely overthrow the anti-leaders. But you won’t care what they do to you. Have you and he wouldn’t be averse to you roasted on the fire and gnawed bones. But which way you did like has enriched the knowledge of the savages, as contributed to the prosperity of society, what is the glory of you went in the mouth quivering women. This is what should happen in General education institutions. I don’t want to see those upturned noses of yours! The history teacher thinks he knows history. But can he explain with what technological tricks the ancient Egyptians lifted a stone weighing several tons to the very top of the pyramid of Cheops? The teacher of mathematics believes that he knows mathematics well. But can it make a differential calculation of the dynamics of conditioned reflexes of the brain? Of course, high school teachers are not required to do much. Their task is to transfer fundamental knowledge to the younger generation. They work exclusively within the General education program. They are usually loaded with excessive bureaucracy. They usually also needs to feed his family and to look neat for the people. My education leaves much to be desired. I know practically nothing except two dozen laws of natural activity, the theory of evolution that Darwin derived, and the five axioms on which mathematics is based. The fragmentary knowledge of history, which in my memory is also not too satisfying, I picked up from the works of different authors and a huge collection of films. Yes, and in literature I work exclusively within secondary education. That is, I do not undertake to explain the paradoxes of quantum reality, and even more so to apply something similar in practice. But I see that the population, which has diplomas and certificates for good behavior, is not too ahead of me in development. Sometimes I feel like I’ve come a long way. Well, of course, to compete with the experts of the scientific world, I also do not undertake, and with programmers – even more so. The problem is that the school gave me nothing but a love of literature and music. All the scanty knowledge with which have I acquired independently, picking his books. At the end/tips, I need on how/what to write. Can’t I just do that to complain of loneliness, betrayal, poverty, and inability to deal with all this. I can’t just criticize people whose faces annoy me all the time. On the other hand, natural art is art at the children’s level. Naked lyricism. And to understand this, it is necessary to carry out a hook length of years. Natural fiction, smoothly into music. The writer who starts the thought process to the stars, at some point in time ceases to think at all – he hears the sounds of melody – he hears music. In the world of music, creative thought has no boundaries. The best thing that was invented in music is jazz. Although, before that composers actively practiced improvisation. But… jazz is different. It combines all musical trends of all times and peoples. Jazz is supercreative music, supercreative thinking. This is going beyond everything. However, I am exaggerating, but still. So, in three months, I have to move out of my apartment. Where? Like Lomonosov barefoot through the whole Race and to Moscow. That, it is asked, I did not see there. I don’t like big cities. Murmansk was enough for me. I don’t care where I live, though. Even on a Pacific island. I like quiet places. My grandmother, at one time, lived in such wilderness where on the normal car you will not come. Not only that, there are no roads at all, so more and what pits. When rain will pass, only on a tank can be get. This is what/old farm – state farm Aygurskiy, by/my. The funny thing is that grandma’s house is located on the outskirts of the village. Was located. Then they moved to another place. Now, as for the gate getting before you open the boundless steppe. Miles and miles of plains. Summer heat under forty degrees. Until you get there, you can see how the steppe eagle hunts jerboa and other steppe rodents. You can sleep five times before you get there. Outstretched gave. Fluffy forests. You’ve seen those sandals that are a little worn. How many pairs of shoes have I used. How many pants rubbed. How many t-shirts. I’m so monogamous habits, what clothes I wear years until her holes from endless washings will not appear a whole lot. I had a t-shirt that was hard to look at. Was pants with Klest – now these don’t sell. I like to wear bell bottoms, but now these don’t sell. How many shirts and Polukarov, and interesting pants I’ve had. Some fool threw it away. Bought me any of your nonsense with matney to his knees. Walked around like a hipster teenager. It’s the worst thing you can think of when a woman dresses tasteless. A man doesn’t care what he wears. A woman must look perfect. A man can be in a wrinkled shirt, and even in a torn, especially if his chest is hairy. It is difficult to imagine that there was a time when people dressed in the skins of animals. More precisely, the shame covered. Shame comes from not being able to love. In Paradise, Adam and eve went naked, although artists cover their loins with a ficus leaf. No such feature, if we are talking about heaven, I used to go there exclusively in the Nude, like all other living beings. Paradise is nothing to be ashamed of. But when they tasted of the tree of knowledge, then they were ashamed before God that they had disobeyed the prohibition. Erich Fromm said correctly – when there is no good and evil, there is nothing to be ashamed of. In short, my trip to India ended with me staying home. Handed over a ticket to the ticket office. What didn’t I see? I was in India at two thousand and nine, in a port near Goa. The vagabonds/Indians found out the situation in the news and met us at the ramp, offering to buy carved chess, hand drums and Kama Sutra in clumsy Russian. Curiously, all their goods were worth two dollars. I didn’t go down to the shore. I could see from the signal bridge how dirty India was. As there is rampant poverty and so on. I’ve seen enough of this at home. The women there are beautiful. Not all – but there is beautiful, with lush breastfeeding and heavy beads. They somehow skillfully wrapped in a Sari. In General, foreign life interests me a little. I on/nature Samoyed. SamoByt and Samoyed. I love being alone. Privacy. So it turned out that from Masturbation I got more pleasure than from sex with girls and women. Tasha in the calculation do not take – there was another. There was love, nerves, reproaches. There were burning cheeks, burning brains – burning all Goreme. There were scandals, tears, jealousy, and a lot of fucking. No – there were wonderful moments. But before I could get to them, I had to knock her around the city and watch under the window. Her current husband taught me how to steal brides from/under the altar, and I, in turn, will teach him to achieve creative success in life – without Dating. Good pay for good. I think so. Let him fuck off and catch up. Tenacity my logic to nil concessions. Often in bookstores you can meet a woman who looks at the Kama Sutra or other books on the topic of sexual poses. It is evident that they are all well at home. Wish to add a highlight. But the Kama Sutra is really aerobatics in bed. Good sex, like I said, is monogamous. When you’re afraid to die in the arms of your beloved. When you lose your head from a kiss. When your feet are pounding when you meet them. When the face is covered with purple, and his eyes turn into glass. When you work all day, like a rocket waiting for the evening. Only now I understand the meaning of the expression Confucius: “If you worked hard all day, then in the evening and you can die peacefully.” Yes, indeed, to live with a loved one is to walk on the blade. The pain is such that you want to put a bullet in your head to no longer feel anything. But joy, I’m sorry. The great range of sensations. The ancients did – they had love to the head. It doesn’t hurt too much. Constant polyphony of thoughts about It, does not interfere with the work. It’s not even thoughts anymore, it’s memory. So, to feel the love need for full depth, that was not so painful. But the element of calculation is present even here. We need housing, gifts… but we can do without them. If sex is good – gifts are optional. The most important thing is responsibility. I do not understand “men” that at bath gatherings try to keep themselves in good shape, and at home whine under the slipper. I even had to watch a couple of times what idiocy men do when they suffer from unrequited love. All of these songs and calls, and bouquets, and candles. I saw a woman leave one, and he was standing on the roadway swinging. The cars carefully circled him, honking. Some of the friends of childhood often complained about the failure in relations with women. So, I told him, well you jerk, taking her flowers when her temperature is?! Bring her medicine or a jar of honey and a lemon. Snorts. He doesn’t like my speeches. Proud step on the marshes. The step was taken, it failed halfway. Husband and wife – is the support of each other. If you are not able to provide significant support to the family – what is there to talk about?! But do not think – I am not without sin. I felt all this red tape at the cellular level. Tasha kicked me out of the house just because I didn’t work anywhere, didn’t pay for a communal apartment, and in addition to everything I got a whole bunch of loans that I had nothing to give, and visits of collectors, and calls of bankers – she did the right thing. Any normal woman would do that. What kind of flowers?! What is it?! What kind of naive adventures kulaki?! Women, if you came to man with flowers – it was a stranger, throw it away. He’s trying to trick you with flowers and a box of candy. And a bottle of shampoo. This is a harmful connection, from which can appear nasty sores that are treated with antibiotics. A real man comes into the bedroom before the date. He already lives in this bedroom on full rights. Quiet step barefoot, Yes on carpets. Not’t be surprised, that in society men, woman, suddenly for the most, is behaving too easily and naturally. She only fears that such a simple behavior can drive to work. Never mind. She can always rely on a man’s strong shoulder. She feels support on the immanent level, the level of magic. The staff and the spell will not fail. I hate martyrs that carry with some/sort of poor man, out of pity, perhaps, carry him, hoping that he will change. Empty hope. Only magic can unlock a man’s potential. Bewitch a woman. Imbue. The magic of great love. I like that you’re not sick of me. I like that I’m not sick of you. Weighs blissful disk over head of. From now on, you’re married forever. Torment and bloodshed. And rivers of tears, and the languor of affections. Dreams of rage in ecstasy of libations. This time, the harbinger of your dreams. You waited, you hoped, and you believed. You’ve been scrubbing the floor all night. But, the dream of standing a formidable crown. You feel pressure on the back of your head between commercials. Yes, to give good poems, you need to soar. I always wondered how poets/classics managed to write so much. But I’m more of a novelist than a poet. By the way, I love Japanese poetry. Many do not understand. It is necessary to have the contemplative ability of the mind. The Japanese in General on the part of contemplation went far. Progress, too. I never tire of admiring the contrast of the modest Sakura garden and the majestic panorama of Tokyo. It’s amazing what you can combine. Probably, Japanese culture, over time, will become the most popular in the world. It is progressive and, at the same time, majestic. That’s what we need today. It is a great balance – balance – harmony. The Japanese eat with chopsticks? Never thought about it. I heard that in ancient times, Japanese women used to wear shoes with a Shoe several sizes smaller. Their fingers were growing together, but they had a light, gentle gait. I’m afraid to imagine the agony I had to endure to achieve such a gait. However, this tradition is not meaningless, because if you think about how good it becomes Japanese when she takes off her sandals, I do not know what they are called in Japanese, but I think that she feels great relief there. By the way, where did the expression “naked king"come from? I imagine that kings used to wear heavy clothes, like a Royal dress made of gold, symbolizing the burden that the king carries. And now, he probably when the whole day is like in this outfit, and returns to his Royal chambers, then undresses completely, feeling real relief. That’s how I see it. In fact, maybe it wasn’t like that. English kings are not so heavy clothes worn, in comparison with the Royal dress in Russia. Have you heard the story of an African leader who worked as an auto mechanic in Germany? Something there he had a very expensive outfit and ancient – the outfit of the leader. He dressed led the tribe. That/the cost of this attire is huge. So, he was robbed in Germany at the station. Of course, a whole suitcase of gold to carry – jokes or what?! Chinese men in ancient times were modest and hung themselves with jade trinkets. And the northerners, of course, always wore skins. Where they mined gold and bruice. And as soon as in Europe landed, stunned by the abundance of good, and several centuries in a row shook the earth with their raids. Even Christianity not hesitate to accept. It follows, when you consider that on Russian soil, before the Foundation of Kievan Rus, lived some small tribes scattered on the territory – they were also pagans, like the Vikings. They believed in Svarog and stuff. But, excuse me, the Christian religion was transformed into Orthodox? Vikings raided not only Europe. They always fed in the East. That is – on our fertile Russian though then – simply districts. And who/what from the Kiev kings brought Christian prayers and thoughts, and spun a different life. In/any case, so to me this process seems. At all, the Vikings only and lived raids, Yes fishing. I wonder how they’ve become civilized people now. Evolution. Progress. Utopia. These are probably the three main platforms on which the well-being of the world rests. When will they give me the Nobel prize for peace?! Literature/come on – there’s a lot of competition. But for the consolidation of peace would be worth it. I want to say a few words to the lawyers. When I was dealing with the inheritance and when I sold the apartment – I never thought that all this can be so twisted. That’s where the real creativity! No – I understand, everyone needs to wind red tape to somehow justify their work. Lawyers need this, in particular, because, frankly speaking, their work is completely useless. I agree, they protect our civil rights. But not for the same money! By the way, they protect the rights they have created. That is – they do not protect the rights that have developed spontaneously and according to God’s laws, but protect the rights that have created a light hand holding a formidable weapon of humanity. If the work of a lawyer is so expensive, the work of a writer should cost five times more. The writer also protects the rights, and everything else educates generations and enlightens the masses. My neighbor’s buying me soup. I live in an abandoned Dorm. Once it was a hostel, and now, half a house, which has long been decommissioned. It’s time to tear down this house and build a new one. And to give people decent housing. You heard right, I said give. Because, buy normal housing in Russia is almost impossible. Probably the only place on earth where it is possible to buy a house is the Hawaiian Islands. For just a thousand bucks, you can afford a house made of palm branches. In principle, not so bad. Living in Hawaii is almost living in Paradise itself. If only there were no problems with food. I remember when I was little, on TV showed a film about two young people, about a young man and a girl who were on a wild island. Very romantic picture, but there is one thing but. Whether a boy, whether a girl stepped on a poisonous spiky fish and died in agony. She would have been saved in the city. In India, by the way, a lot of people die from the bites of poisonous snakes, simply because they do not have time to take to the hospital. I say, the neighbor treats me to soup, and asks about the thirty-four year-old son, what could be the fault of his awkward family. I’m saying, if a man wants to keep his family together, his wife should be the first person after him. Neither mother nor aunt nor uncle Purkua or brother with our “big shop”, or the pretty sister, resident in Brazil, namely the wife of the main man. When the question arises, who better cooks borscht mother or wife, the correct answer – wife. Even if it really isn’t. I have the first family collapsed from/for my insolvency, and still from/for a permanent RAID mother-in-law, brothers, uncles, grandmothers and other nerds. I would have been an independent person then – I did not know grief. But everything in life is known through grief. All the life experience that we receive is inevitably accompanied by grief. However, it is not enough just to survive the situation – it is important to analyze, draw conclusions and strengthen them. Therefore, if you do not have anything in your pocket with enviable constancy, if you are professionally incompetent, if you have a lot of bad habits in which you have come so far that there is no way back, then you should forget about normal family life as a nightmare. The current generation is a generation of freeloaders. I mean, people who were raised in the nineties. Then the country was gangster. And bandits are freeloaders. Generation of two thousandth – Putin’s children – very pragmatic, freedom-loving, independent people. They will buy everything for themselves and earn everything for themselves. Personally, I belong to the generation of freeloaders, but more and more I try to cultivate independence. Well, maybe I’m exaggerating a little. The artist tends to be subjective. Here’s what I really care about: why doesn’t the government take responsibility for the freeloaders?! With an exclamation point. Who should be responsible for the history of political events? Why are the consequences of the failure of politicians on the shoulders of citizens? Why is no one talking about this? Well, clearly, everyone is afraid. People generally create cowardly, they are all afraid. Ordinary citizens have the impression if to touch the question of politics, then tomorrow will come, tie up and take the shot. In our time, this is not. They can’t even hold you. Here if meetings to create, then – Yes. But why? The President for what people gathers on the air? So that people could speak about pressing problems, ask the right, relevant, correct question. The population, simply comes to look at Putin. That’s all. In the land of the Soviets there was a network of agents (snitches) who followed the evil tongues. Anyone who said counter-Communist things, the next morning went to an unknown direction with the complete confiscation of property. Now this even to conceive is impossible. But… no matter how ridiculous it may look, but the remnants of Soviet behavior, the remnants of constant fear of the authorities, still respond in people – in young people who have never even seen the Soviet Union. That’s just what their parents taught them. And this fear will disappear only in a few generations. It’s just how we were raised. Young people of two thousandth, than/that remind the American hippies of the seventies: sex, drugs, rock/n/roll. These people were brought up by the TV. They have no idea what the Soviet Union is. They think that Hollywood movies have emerged from Hollywood. Nothing like America of the fifties/sixties/seventies learned to do a movie on the example of Soviet Directors. By the way, the word “Director” in English means Director. It turns out – “Director of the film.” Young people born in the two thousandth – a generation of geniuses, villains and saints. They can think critically. They perfectly master something new and are not afraid to be retrained. They are so progressive that they cause a lot of fears. These people were brought up on American films and TV series. Notice what an interesting traverse of history: the Europeans conquered the American continent, massacring all the Indians; of Africa for a long time drove of slaves; by confronting the “black” and “white”, and Mexicans, probably, too, the population of America mixed. With the help of ideological beliefs, the American authorities have raised in people uncontrolled heroism, sometimes expressed in outright fanaticism. For several decades, if not a century, America has been trying to influence Russia, which, meanwhile, is trying to learn from Europeans to create a civilized way of life in the country. All – circle is closed. The generation of people of the twenty-first century is a generation of outstanding scientists, great artists, and eternal Wanderers. This generation of demigods. It seems as if we are again returning to paganism and the creation of empires. It seems as if we are moving in the opposite direction. It seems as if we are afraid to go forward. In fact, we are not moving in the opposite direction – we are only reliving history. In this, by the way, there is a very useful element – we separate ourselves from the historical husk, leaving only what can be useful to us on the way of further evolution of society. We leave, or we try to leave only useful. In principle, today’s Russia is the America of the fifties/sixties/seventies, once nurtured by Europe – a little more progressive than then. In fact, a good achievement, with the only amendment that the consumer lifestyle will bring us back – in the gangster nineties. Why? The cost of the smartphone ranges from six/seven/ten thousand rubles. A simple street tramp, a Gopnik or a junkie who urgently needs money to get a dose, will ask you to call and deftly get lost in the street space. When among street Amateur there will be a person with extraordinary speculative abilities and good appetite, they will start bombing businessmen, bribing police. When these groups multiply, they will begin to fight among themselves for the territory. When these voynushki will occur for a long time, criminal groups will begin to form into mafia clans. If the cost of the smartphone was slightly higher than the cost of the product, it would not be interesting to anyone in the key that has just described. And at all – businessmen will lead us in the ass. And we will follow them. It is necessary to consume not gadgets, but an intellectual product and high-quality knowledge. Well, or, alternatively, let the government take responsibility for the maintenance of criminals and their, if possible, re-education. In Norway (probably already faced a similar problem) there are points for drug addicts where they can safely give an injection. They take on the provision of drug addicts, offering them a very simple job – like sales of magazines and Newspapers at the station. While the government sits back and pretends not to notice what is happening on the streets, while still small bandits make regular raids on ordinary citizens of the country. Why, again, people should be held accountable for the incompetence of government bodies. People have their troubles. And then there’s these! Okay, well… I’m back in politics. I write about love, harmony, nature. And rested in the Augean stables that much crap since then, as he rested Hercules. Sometimes it seems to me that I am not engaged in art, but in politics. And I was wildly annoying that the policy debases the art and eclipses the sunlight. “Well,/ka throw melancholy and laziness, and in the street this same day. State business! You catch a shadow?“I never understood why poets/lyricists, such as Vladimir Vysotsky, Sergei Yesenin, became much more popular than poets/philosophers. Well, it is clear that the popularity comes from women – because they share their impressions of the emotions received. But if you think about it, the most delicious poets are philosophers. They manage to create things that are easy to remember. Moreover, the fame of poets/lyricists, entirely rests on the works of poets/philosophers – it is from philosophers that lyricists learn poetic skill. Here, say, Yesenin’s literary career developed in parallel with Mayakovsky’s career. But Yesenin, why/what – although I understand why women like those who are rushing into the distance, not seeing the road – much more popular than Mayakovsky. A similar situation develops in the history of Vladimir Vysotsky and Leonid Filatov. Leonid Filatov’s poems are remembered in flight – after the first reading. What can not be said about the work of Vladimir Vysotsky, if not to be an avid fan of his songs and poems. How many I did not read them – did not remember any phrase. Well, in addition to any/a particular time, such as: “got – got, got – got, five extra pounds gained.“Poets/philosophers have no less lyricism in their poems, with impeccable taste and some quality knowledge. They are sometimes evil, but it gives only a twist. This is not only in poetry can be found, but also in prose, music, painting, word – art. For example, I am very afraid to read the works of ryunoske Akutagawa, because he encourages suicide, and this topic pulls me. And the fact that he ended his life this way is scary. But he is a master of the highest level. Genius! His dizzying stories and images, just forced to come back again and again and re-read – savor. In General, I consider Akutagawa’s works to be the standard of literary mastery. Someday I might try to write too – not quite like him – but on the same level. The same can be said about the works of Virginia Woolf – because they are perfect, flawless, high quality! In ancient literature, too, there are strong the authors, but, unfortunately, people complain, that their very difficult to read. In fact, the whole difficulty of perception of ancient literature lies in the fact that there are very common names and Naz (s) of those times. People just don’t understand who it is, or what it is, because of the confusing names. And learn to read, not paying attention to all these Umnikov, Ferguson, Humpleu, and see how the overall storyline takes place in the mind, not breaking, not breaking the product. It is as if from modern novels to remove all brand names with which authors of numerous series like to trump in urgent haste. If you pay attention, you will see that all outstanding masters of literature, such as London, Akutagawa, Chekhov, Makanin, completely lack media/characters in the stories. The purity of execution of work requires a dismissive attitude to the authorities. I have noticed a tendency that the more modest the plot, the more room for reflection. But there are drawbacks. With the advent of cinema, literature is almost forgotten. But I will tell you what today’s literature should look like. A conversation with the reader. Movies show. Great! Thank you for saving us the trouble of making up scenes and describing everything else. The juice of literature is a story. You can’t show that in a movie. Now we can safely cooperate and not compete as before. Do you agree with me? The image of the virgin in the light dress haunts me again. Only the image – nothing more. When the world is quiet, I am alone in my monastic chambers. Deadlock. Here time is engaged in the destruction of matter. Not a useless job, if you think about it. Not death yet, but close to it. Death is when it all solidifies, transformed into the absolute silence and inaction. No funny baby noise. No dogs barking. Thieving cats break the silence with a nimble sprint under the doors. Again hiding in the unknown. Cats love to sleep. That’s why they are always dirty and lazy crawl out of the basement, where the summer is always cool and warm in winter. Perfect place for cats. From there they can catch rats and mice, although mice mainly live near bags of flour or buckwheat, or wheat, or rice. A mouse, all/??? prefer where drier and reeks cereals. The same can’t be said about rats, always picking at the garbage. Once saw a rat the size that it more resembled an adult hedgehog with a long tail. It was in the ancient city of Derbent, where my late grandmother lived for many years. This city is so old that there is still a stone fortress, towering over the Caspian sea. It’s like people used to live far away from the water. The sea, the sea… how I love your sandy beaches. Thumping waves. Foam rustle. The smell of seaweed. Breeze. In Murmansk I always liked to walk along the pier at three o’clock in the morning, when it is a polar day, when the big sun looks out half from/over the horizon. Northern landscapes give severity. They can not be compared in the mountains, because the winter is high in the mountains eternal. But they are beautiful in their own way. Winter in the North no one cares about the scenery. Constantly howl snowstorms, constantly dark. In the afternoon sun just peeks out from/over the horizon and back hides. He doesn’t care either. It’s amazing how people make trips to the North pole. It’s almost eighty degrees below zero. Endless plains and fierce wind. In the mountains of Pamir and Tibet, and Tian/Shan, almost the same, but in height. Now people go to Everest as tourists. Equipped with oxygen cylinders. All the ways are already prepared – just wait your turn. I’ve always wanted to go to Everest, but I can’t get there. Yes, I’m afraid – so many legends about these campaigns. Although, any much/any experienced climber will tell you that Hiking to Everest if they do not occur on the North wall just child’s play in comparison with the ascent on Jannu on the marble-kilometre plummet at an altitude of seven thousand meters. Experienced climbers generally go without oxygen. The problem is that the air there is very discharged and, in fact, there is simply nothing to breathe. But that is attractive and hike in the mountains – their hardest tests, the danger of dying, fall into a crack or vertical cave. The city man in the street wouldn’t think of that. However, in the city of their difficulties enough – the eternal vanity. When the city all day, the noise, and then suddenly fades in the night, the impression that all died. Immediately the chill of loneliness hugs his shoulders. Peace – you wish it when it is too fussy around. But, as soon as it comes, it begins to seem that it would be better on the contrary. What/zamogilnaya gives peace. The vanities of the world immediately takes on eternal meaning. And what about the vacuum silence of space. However, if you think not so quiet in space. We just don’t have the ability to listen to cosmic noise. The rattling of planets flying at great speed in their orbit. In space, the velocity of matter is measured in kilometers per second. Hellish explosions, so-called prominences, causing solar activity. For some reason it is impossible to describe space in artistic language. Eternal cold. A violent Inferno. Hot light. Long-range light. What an incredible contrast of nature. One day people will learn to move in outer space, as at home – as in the hallway. Build up all sorts of objects: lunar, Martian, Venus. I had a dream that I was on an expedition to Venus. Why/what once seemed an immense desert country, and on this vast plain, a lone cabin with two beds, where they live, scientists who study the planet. I dreamed that a monster entered this house, the image of which is similar to a Russian matryoshka doll, and instead of the right hand – a hook, which it was enough, or clung to all living people. I think it’s a perverted version of a recalcitrant wife. I was madly afraid, but at the same time – endlessly curious. You know, I have noticed that I am not so much a writer as a progressive teacher of literature. I know something about the technology of creating a work, something about its structure, but no matter how much I tried to conceive a full-fledged artistic plot, I never managed to fully reveal its potential. No matter how much I tried to degenerated a pure artistic way, I still get something together kroenke. Whether business, reading works of world classics, every time you see the polished, exact, perfect images. This effect is achieved by insanely slow work on the text. Thoughtful work on the text, or simply put – effective. All this talk about perception… Someone needs to sell books and earn money – that’s why they care about easier perception of the text, easier its assimilation. This is the logic of the merchant’s thinking. This is an attempt to compare a work of art with chebureks. One day, I accusingly asked the question: “what is Your work, fly like pies?“Yes, I’m glad they don’t fly away like pies. The concept of “consumer goods” – means consumer goods. That is – easy, uncomplicated, based on real events. The real, pure artistic image can be so heavy that only a few people can understand it or perceive it. Yes, and who sees this very reality?! It was not a question, as we understood, I just don’t know how to put it. When I hear through the wall, as a mother endlessly pestering her forty-year-old son, as she is afraid to let him go, as she sets fire to the carpet to create as many problems and attract the attention of others – this is what the real reality looks like. When a confused girl runs through the streets, trying to call the guy: “where are You?! I’m sick!” – this is what the real reality looks like. When a lonely old woman waits serenely for her end, pushing away all who approach her – this is what reality looks like. It’s impossible to breathe for long. It is impossible to look at it long. It is absolutely impossible to enjoy it. Another thing is to find humor in it. But, that in reality can be funny, it is difficult even to imagine. It’s funny when people start to get nervous, fuss, collide. Funny, when they cling to each other, not in forces already to disperse. It’s funny, when scandals without trying to kill someone/something. As soon as someone/something in your hands is a knife, immediately becomes ridiculous. It’s funny when the cat falls off the ledge, clinging to the curtain. It’s funny when a person suddenly realizes that