The story of Denis Dragunsky "Park of the Russian period." Illustration from the project ["Physics"] (https://www.instagram.com/fzrsstvr/?IGSHID=1NINWQ8OOOQVRW) When Gali suddenly died with her husband, she was frightened by the emptiness of life. Moreover, their son crashed to death by car a year and a half before. There was a strange story: he was never a dashing or, God forbid, a street raising.

As it was before Photo: RIA Novosti Previously, the people of the people were different. “Victory”, “Volga” and “Moskvich”. About "Winter" and "Zisa" I do not say, of course. And gasoline was different. "A-72" and "A-76". Very cheap. 5.5 kopecks/l in 1962. And there was also B-70 gasoline. Even cheaper. For some reason he was called "aviation". I don’t know how it really is there, but the car flew directly from it! Like a plane.

The story of Denis Dragunsky — By card or cash? Sidorov asked. “In cash, of course,” Muraviev answered. - There are no fools. — Rubles or what? - Or how! Muravyov laughed. - I think I said: there are no fools. - Yeah. Then such sum only tomorrow. “Yes, even the day after tomorrow,” Muravyov yawned indifferently or pretended that he didn’t care. - Can we do it? Ants looked out the window, not wanting to continue the conversation. A piece of the evening street was visible in the window.

The story of Denis Dragunsky Dima Stremokotsky finished his tea, got up from the table, walked past his wife Alice, thanked for dinner and left the kitchen. - To health! Alice said after him. She got up and took a thick, soiled notebook from the shelf. Scrolled through it. She chuckled. She put it under her arm and followed her husband. I found him in a room that most families call "large". More intricate people call such a room a “living room”, and simpler people call it a “hall”.

You can go to the winner, you can stay with the loser Dasha Grontsman had a surname after her husband. Roma Grontsman was a "gearman" - the head of the department for relations with state and government organizations at ETEK, the Eurasian Transport and Energy Corporation. That is, he was a top manager of the largest company, and Dasha really liked it. Moreover, he was only thirty-two years old, and she was twenty-seven. Roma was fair-haired and gray-eyed, tall and thin.

Photo: photo: Andrey Strunin Writer Denis Dragunsky told Sobesednik.ru what, in his opinion, the “survival” society will be like after the coronavirus . No one could have thought that there would be such a big epidemic - and how now all these globalist-forecasters from among the cultural pop culture have covered themselves with a good copper basin! After all, it would seem that any self-respecting forecaster should mention an epidemic among the things that could shake the world order.

"No," said the professor. “I have to refuse you. Don't judge. "I'm only asking for a recommendation!" the graduate student said. She doesn't oblige you to anything! And I dreamed about it all my life. An internship at Dartington, that's the goal of any young scientist who... - Target? interrupted the professor with a shrug. “More like a tool. Hone your knowledge, enter the circle of the best specialists. - Yes Yes Yes! That's exactly what I wanted to say. - Understand. No.

Photo: Andrey Strunin Writer Denis Dragunsky talks about why the nicest people in our country stand in line for art exhibitions. We discussed the queues for the exhibitions of Serov, Polenov, Aivazovsky, Munch, Repin, and now Dali is breaking records. 10 thousand visitors a day, and the queues never end. Two very interesting trends coincided here.

“Dashka was our most important. Alpha. The most beautiful..." A new girl came to our class, 9th "A" of school No. 7 of the Central District, on the second of September. Such a thin rat with gray hairs pulled into a skinny ponytail. Gray uniform jacket. Blouse, skirt with red galloon. In general, we have a beautiful school uniform, designer, but everything on this girl was crooked and askew.

Photo: Denis Dragunsky // photo: Global Look Press Writer Denis Dragunsky - about the relationship between the rulers of thought and the rulers of the country in modern Russia: - The modern writer is not at all as popular and influential as the ancient writer. 2,400 copies of “Eugene Onegin” were sold, and Pushkin knew that “all of Russia” read it. Then these two and a half thousand people were the whole of reading Russia. Today everything is different.

Andrei Leshchinsky was invited to dine by Oleg Maslov. It was strange and somewhat unsettling. It is strange because, although they studied with Maslov on the same course, they hardly communicated and certainly were not friends. Especially after graduation. And it was alarming because Leshchinsky had been dating Maslov's wife for five years. They met at a party. They got together that same evening. Just some sunstroke. Russian classics. Miracle.

"He needs to run, run! Children in an armful, and legs! .. " It was a cold January afternoon. Through the glass walls one could see the snow glistening on the paws of Japanese ornamental pines. And inside it was warm and cozy, carpets and low tables, the smell of coffee and ginger tea. Roma and Kolya were sitting in the bar of Marabou, a trendy Moscow fitness center.

One day a beautiful woman fell in love with me. At first sight. And I deceived her. This was around 1989. No, not exactly, but exactly! Because in 1988 everything was still in stores. Well, not all, but a lot. Cheese was at least. Even in a modest range. "Poshekhonsky", "Russian", even sometimes "Soviet" (our then parmesan). And in 1989, everything suddenly disappeared. She worked in a dairy store.

- Where have you been? Who were you there with? Why were you there? - Natasha pounced on Mitya, as soon as he crossed the threshold of the apartment. Mitya shuddered, but immediately pulled himself together. “If you said “there” twice, then you yourself know perfectly well where I was. Yes, I was there. For what? Just. I wanted to. - With whom? - With no one. One. With himself, - he sat down on a stool by the hanger, took off his shoes, put on slippers, got up, smiled, hugged Natasha.

Denis Dragunsky - About Vladimir Voinovich Ilya Talev / Sputnik / Scanpix / Leta On the night of July 28, it became known about the death of Vladimir Voinovich. He was 85 years old. At the request of Medusa about the author of “Life and Extraordinary Adventures of the soldier Chonkin” and his literary reputation, the writer and philologist Denis Dragunsky recalls. Vladimir Nikolaevich Voinovich died, and my own grief is that I never met him personally.