Condenser: ninth issue

Today's issue will be short and crumpled, as it turned out two hours ago that I had to fly to Bologna tonight. Neither give nor take - “to Paris in the case of urgent” ... Honestly, I conceived this trip on Wednesday, but I had large problems with the Pope: he deigned to trample from the Holy Land back to Italy the day before yesterday, and now all 150 thousand or how much their pilgrims were sluggishly stretched after him, to his native lands. As a result, all flights are scored, all hotels are scored - and now, then, I ... in a word, sorry.

Now on the case. Guess three times, gentlemen are good - what genre have you chosen for a new topic? Clearly, and I thought so: an erotic story. Moreover, what is interesting: a bunch of people expectedly voted for an erotic story, but the philosophical essay became the second most popular, amazing me to the core. The next was the melodrama, only two voted for humor, and for science fiction - in general, one person. I am now trying to understand whether the readers are such sexually intellectual (such as deeper, dear ... yet, yet ... now scream: “Camus! Camus !! Camus !!! ...”), then in those first 15 votes that, for technical reasons (namely, my stupidity) came empty, all voted for humor ... however, now, erotica is so erotica. I have planned the topic of the corresponding topic.

To begin with, Lena did not respond, respectively, the previous chapter will have to close me herself. I choose Savenkova's "Vypli" - for a culinary theme, probably. I once liked him immediately. And I am warmly related to his surname.

Total today we close the chapter about hastily blowing. She looks like our joint efforts with you as follows :

With which I congratulate everyone, as usual.

The vote of the past week presented me with a surprise, putting forward a hoof to the absolute first place. That is more than fifty percent. The trend, however, right? Although the "condenser", it seems, does not suffer from non -alternativeness ... Well, the text is really good; In general, this week more than fifty people voted in texts (excluding the voices that I threw out for excessive resemblance to wrappers) that the record and generally sinking us. And the players, I suppose, too. So thanks to everyone - and go, for the continuation.

The second after the hoof was Dmitry Svan, the gap is large, but still good. In total, the first deuce of the chapter about the young lady-peasant was determined, in my opinion, not bad.

There is a certain problem with the texts of this week: they came relatively little, I even regretted that I rushed to transfer texts from one week to another; Some of the last five that I did not choose in the last five is significantly exceeding the quality of some texts sent this week. Moreover, some mighty authors teased, teased, and then escaped to their Paris, and they never sent the text. But the game is the game, the rules are rules. As a result, relying on the precedent of the two -month (or so) prescription, I again decided the Quantity vs. Quality in favor of the latter: there will be four texts today. Whether my irritation was affected by the stiffness of the selection to the pope or everyone really laid out in the first week - it is not clear, but only that is she, my dictatorial will.

By the way, no one sent me the text - neither good nor bad - about the frattorests and cyvestists - apparently, my tips did not go for the future. You are boring people. Okay, we have an erotic story from today, let's see, maybe everything is ahead.

But what texts, my god, what texts ... Firstly, we have lights, and this time we need to regret not a little Alice and not a poor fellow, but Sorokin, and to regret it tightly, because few of the mortals are so cruel ... Uh ... thoroughly during life, rips of Nimada:

I remember our evenings under the pink moon in the leather cabin of the ultramarine cadillac Eldorado of the 1969th year of release, with a combat scratch on the hood, with a scratch that you applied when you wanted to cling to my 501sts with magnificent nails, but missed ... now I can surpassed your secret: then I specially bounced Vlevo and I have a specially bounced and I got it. He painfully hit the cord and the back of his head against the lamppost in order to solemnly coordinate at the moment when the passionate rattle of an artificial mother of pearl on virgin metal is heard .

So, my delicate bastards.

Secondly, the Lord, apparently, heard my prayers about the fact that there are few poets: Laurin (I suspect that I know the author, but I won’t tell anyone, I will be silent, like a kibalchish boy), I sent a poem, either naive to horror, not terrible in its naivety. I never figured out, and I was not immediately given the decision to let the poem to vote immediately: the Pushkin plot is weakly visible, mainly the name of the story is played out. And you can find fault with the poems very well. But there is something in her, especially since it begins so zhaal-shaped:

Oh, affectionate editor, I beg you!
I need so, believe me, your "roof" -
It’s far from her - for a moment! -
look where that knight wanders ...
(Oh, take pity! Right, there is no other reason!)
And if it seems to you absurd
This to provide a psycho -mock shout
To shout to the love of the peak.

The word "psychocular" is 10 points. And, in addition, you can give the poem to Roman Leibov in anthology .

And what Balm, Arnold Markov spilled on my vanguard exhausted by the vanguard! Lord, what the balusters. Fresh, readable, tasty text, charming, interesting, easy ... How did it come to the topic when at work at eight o’clock in the evening I was choked with yesterday's bobble from the cafeteria!

I looked curiously at my interlocutor, obviously familiar with the author of the most popular novel this season. However, I could not get used to the fact that she calls herself a "author." “Translation, author’s translation,” I said to my friends, “well, in extreme cases, retelling ...” They smiled, shrugged, and said: “What's the difference? The main thing is to read it is interesting.”

In the last second (really in the last one - I joined the release files for shipment) came a completely crazy transkiberpank from Ledra:

Walking in girlish chats, wondering on Java, she did not forget Lizanka about her sexual education. Having heard from the girlfriends about Alexis, she wished the giant to visit, and so that Mur-O-MTZ mamenka would not embalter her male body, in moderation delicate, not attracting excess attention. Alexis was surprised to find for himself that he was looking forward to the new arrival of an elegant stranger. Indigned at his own unprofessionalism, he attributed this to the complexes of the original, Demetrius suppressed by the guards youth .

It’s good that they had time, it would be a pity to lose. In general, a request to everyone - let's decide on the deadlines, I rent a issue on Monday evening, therefore, it would be nice to send work, ideas and votes until midday afternoon, I would be extremely grateful.

In a word, the readers of this week were lucky, and the authors were lucky - two out of four are still easier than two out of five. We vote, therefore, like this:

Ledra , no name
Laurina , "Game: young lady-peasant"
Rick Svetov , "VSP 1.3.2"
Arnold Markov , "Romance of the season"

Texts here . Good luck to everyone.

Since we write, as it has already turned out, an erotic story, I had to choose a plot with particular care. On the one hand, I did not want to get twenty descriptions of a bucket (a good word; so now I will use it)-even if high-quality (descriptions, in the sense ...) I still wanted some kind of activity of thoughts among the players. On the other hand, it is possible to tighten such a topic that eroticism can only be shoved into it with a screwdriver (how ambiguous phrases are in context, eh?), I also did not want to. As a result, I came to the conclusion that it would be nice to set not a plot, but a certain common line - as it was in the first chapter . As a result, my mind, permanently, gave rise to the following monster:

The woman, experiencing sexual excitement, begins to see hallucinations every time. The stronger the excitement, the stronger the hallucinations .

It is probably better to really have a staff and sum. On the other hand, let's see what you say to it.

The game has gone.

Titan and the ideal Russian writer Max Fry sent a self -portrait, whom he wants to kiss. The self -portrait is unnecessary comments, there is no Max except Fry.

The self -portrait of Mikhail Epstein is published at the request of the author outside the competition. Due to the extreme volume, it will not go to the vote. Just read, envy.

Two weeks later, let's begin to vote on the titans.

Idea

Firstly, Rick Svetov sent a request to increase the size of the submitted texts to 5000 signs. The figure seems quite accidental to me, I did not give light explanations, until I change anything. If someone has considerations on this score - express yourself (Mail).

Secondly, it becomes more and more interesting to me, how much the author’s name (in the sense, fame, label , tyr-pyra) affects the result of voting in the “condenser”. I propose to put an experiment on the current erotic topic: both votes will be carried out under the numbers, and I will announce real names (or real pseudonyms) of the authors on the next week after voting. In my opinion, entertainment, plus there will be material to reflect on the topic "The action of large laws in small media." Well, or Thursdays.

Success to everyone. Until next week.