Linor Goralik. Condenser: sixth issue

The week turned out to be extremely strange, but more on that after. The most interesting this week were attempts by readers and players to guess where a terrible phrase set as a third topic as a third topic. Attempts provided such a wide scatter of opportunities (and sometimes within one letter) that I decided to invite everyone else to the entertainment. I propose six potential authors: part was sent by you, some were added by me, one is correct. Let's see what will come out and how. I will, besides, is grateful for the explanation: what is it, in your opinion, why and where. To add salt and pepper to the game, we will make it like this: the guessing who guessed correctly will be able to vote separately for the fifth text, which will enter the collection on this mysterious topic (I remind you - the fifth text is selected from those texts that are not included in the collection as a result of "general" voting). Such end -to -end justice in compliance with the interests of the collection. As one literary heroine said, "No, I am a diplomat."

The alleged author of the phrase:

Shakespeare
Confucius
Pavich
Leonardo da Vinci
Chesterton
Shostakovich

Why?

We will not guess the authors anymore, otherwise I begin to feel like in the link .

Even Titan Max Fry praises us. Than personally I am proud to completely loss of shame. And I advise the players to everyone to be proud of themselves until the complete loss of shame. Deserved.

Okay, she praised the players, political correctness, tyry-pyra ... Now on the case.

I am ashamed, gentlemen, just ashamed. How to spend the summer, so 17 works a week and swear obscenities , like small children, and as a serious dark, so everything is in the bushes. Moreover, we vote - we vote, 82 people voted on the last topic; And we are afraid to write texts. What should I now, ask the next topic "Mom soap Rama"? (By the way, by the way ... no. No. I won’t.) Everything will be, and there will be incest, and there will be a mysterious jump from the frame down, and the frame and mother will be created for each other like bread and ... pah. So I have already suffered. Which confirms - there is no need for such a topic. But on such ... in a word, this one. Smart - two steps forward and write texts.

Now to the results of the vote of the past week. This vote completed the selection of stories on the second topic, determining two more participants in the collection. Honestly, the gap (and, in my opinion, completely honest, unnecessary) of the first place from the second or third delights: “Do not try to spend it” more than doubles. I say - "rivals", not "rival", because the "waiting" Lisa Musik and the text without the name of Sergei Vlasov gained the same number of votes. In such a situation, it is time for me to remember that I, damn it, are also a reader and too, damn it, I have the right to a voice. True, my interests are somewhat different from yours: I need that the collection is not only good, but also diverse. Therefore, with the current deficiency of sentimental texts, I give my vote for Lisa.

In total, two votes determined us four texts for the second chapter of the collection. By the fifth, I am introducing Bychikhin with my usurpathic will, the piercing of my story that embarrassed my girl’s soul.

As a result of all these complex steps, the second chapter of the epoch -making collection looks like this (in alphabetically authors):

With what all, as usual, and congratulations. As for this week - there were six (!) Six texts, and I took four quality from them, deciding that nevertheless Quality Overruns Quantity was in such matters. So this week we vote for "two out of four", and not "two out of five." I hope that by next week you will fail in yourself a painful fear of a smart topic. On the same, we have a very mysterious story by Gabriel Gadin, who vividly reminded me of the narrative of the action of a neutron bomb (which, however, the story seems to have nothing):

To create this text, I did not even need to study Braille's alphabet. I would still not have had time, because I already lost touch, not to mention the rumor. It is forbidden to talk about smell. The taste, it seemed, turned out to be more cunning than everyone and atrophied even before I drowned hastily.

There is Alex Shrum, who, in my opinion, was really fed before writing the text:

Yes, you went with your neurotransmitters, I will not be happy about you, too, as I can say in Latin. Where are my pants? My saw, my saw does not see them, nor the trigger does not touch. And here they are, cheerfuls of them are obtained. Now we are shooting and carried away. Ugh, beast, quite a mess in my head. "And if you blow at this moment?" "Well, you say, blow. If you hurriedly blow, you can lose your vision, and all the other feelings later too." "And what have there been cases?" "I don’t know, probably there were, why will I rummage on the mushrooms in the mushrooms?"

I recall the manner of one friend to ask in the course of reading my texts that I drank before that ...

We also have Tata S., who changed his usual kindness and rudely delayed firefighters this week (such intertextyatin arises in his thoughts: “Woe, grief, crocodile swallowed our sun!” And “The flame is replaced by a child urgent ...”): ”):):):”)

But the firefighters escaped -
Hurrying, scoundrels! -
Bulk, casily and spat.
Well, they gave the ends ...

And they also say that women love men in uniform.

And there is also the story of Arnold Markov, which is bewitching with an unexpected metaphor - but I won’t say the name, read this quote, not knowing the name (if Arnold, this story was left without a name - but late), and then read the name - and surprise: surprise: surprise: surprise: surprise

Bending down to be closer to the bird, they pick up as much air as possible in the chest and blow, throwing the seeds that have already matured inside them. Some are in a hurry, blowing, not being ready for this, and even from here, if you look at a good binoculars, you can see how unripe, golden lumps fly out from your mouth, stretching the remnants of the nerves on which they ripen, like mushrooms on a mycelium.

By the way, here's what is interesting: it is too early to judge in the first week, but on the last topic I scolded everyone for the use of the same pun (although the topic was very wide!), And here - on you! - The plot is narrow, and with what a wide fan the processing falls ... In a word, I look forward to new texts with great impatience. We vote the same week:

Gabriel Gadin , "many"
Arnold Markov , "Dandelions"
Tata Sh. , Name
Alex Shrum , "Boyar Morozov"

The texts are here . The game has gone.

A few words about the "Titani fighting". Starting next week I will begin to hang out "titanic" texts. Perhaps I will invite a special guest alone. In a word, get ready morally.

Many, hastily blowing, lose their eyesight, and then all feelings.

Alexander Linetsky asked to give the statistics of the game - how many texts they send and how many people vote. Naturally, I will not go into details, but the example of the past topic led above so that the players know what is being discussed. I hope that I dispelled the darkness in this way.

Elementum

I planned a lot of things here to give as a hint and, first of all, to inform the author of the phrase and what it means. But since we arranged such a totalizer , I won’t do this, and I will give a completely different kind, coming, so to speak, from the opposite end (intertextuyatin - “Alice in Wonderland” and Alex Shrum mushrooms):

I wonder who will help and what ...

Present

Hurray, cheers! Judy Belkin expressed his willingness to give us one sonnet-wagon for each topic. Thus, the collection has a lovely decoration.

Topic third:

From Shakespeare

Brush, wind, blow: let the cheeks burst!
My power is trampled;
I crawl, blind and lonely,
No right to feel.

Brush my brain in a grain,
My mind will go to the feed of the donkey,
Blow, wind, blow: play on a flute;
Madly, remember your Bedam.

This flute has two trunk,
In it, the power of the wind froze,
But blowing in it is a bad joke.

The one who takes her
Will lose its vision,
Will lose his feelings and reason.