Linor Goralik. E2-E8: The seventh round

With the point of a man standing in eight days from moving from Tel Aviv to Moscow, odious. I finally came (that way last night) to a blissful feeling that I was all total on the drum; But the days previously remembered with trembling.

As a woman pregnant with large changes in life, the most unexpected things suddenly began to act on my nerves; I will not go into details. I can only say that the kettle yesterday had to be put in the refrigerator: he annoyed me. I’m saying all this to that, today, sowing to build another chain, I suddenly realized: once again I will turn up to me Brodsky or Pushkin - and I will die. I will bent in paroxysm of disgust. "Again about Brodsky! - Ugh you damn, again about Pushkin! .."

Naturally, Brodsky and Pushkin climbed to me, and as a result, the whole chain was built according to the principle of panic escape from Brodsky and Pushkin. Therefore, today I offer a game in the game: from each text I used, there is a guaranteed transition to Pushkin; For each transition discovered, I give one pie. I am waiting.

Now to vote. From the victorious Bulgakov, we found only three transitions. Naturally, as options for the next knot, I immediately wanted to offer some kind of faith-loving, three-source-shine, beloved by God Trinity. Well, it turned out in the same natural way:

Chesteron // Father Brown
Conan Doyle // Sherlock Holmes
A. Krist // Erkul Poiro

And by the way, one organizational issue. Grigory Durnovo wrote to me that putting two works of the same author in a chain - "bad." Why - did not explain. If I explain, I will be glad. In the meantime, let's try to solve the issue democratically:

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It is not possible in any way

Now let's start: from Bobeobi to the "White Guard" . It turned out funny - two books, separated in time for only one and a half dozen years, were connected by me with a chain spread out for more than seven centuries. This alone suggests that other chains that are in a completely different plane can be compiled. Who will tell you - I will be glad .

From Bobeobi you can go to Brodsky ( "and the dashings rushed, and bobeobi sang ..." - and if you continue, there will be a "marshal" " ), but, as already mentioned, there is no strength. Let's go away from him, next, let's go Andrei Kawadeev and his very strange essay “Japan in the genre of portrait” , sharply reminiscent of the work of Khlebnikov himself with a curly manner of speech. Alas, it was not possible to find a portrait: there is one on Babylon, but Maaaaaaaaalenky ... A chess with him would look like a bust of a microcephalus. Bad. I suggest everyone to imagine the author by his texts and already this subjective portrait to summarize the imaginary chess pedestal. Left?

Speak up, comrades. The presenter also hire home too. Do not delay.

Here, in Japan, we have, on the one hand, “Japanese Velir, who told the elephants of“ bobeobi ” , and on the other,“ pineapples in champagne ”, which I can’t stand the spirit of sugar, although I can’t tolerate real pineapples, and I have the extremely dual memories of the early youth. But the northerner “ northerner ” , all the cars, all the cars, all the cars, all the cars. Here I am ready to demolish the pineapples, and the nervous girls, from which the shift on the skin is usually not just like that, but as there is an artifact and a symbol of the ideological direction.

"Pineapples in champagne! Pineapples in champagne! .."

It is immediately visible that he rotates "at a dead end" , and even tints his eyes as a shame to say who. So the author hints to us in the epigraph: "... the sky / yelled them, and hell did not accept Sulfur, / not seeing his honor for himself in such." This, of course, is the “divine comedy” of Dante , where all world literature for sonorous epigraphs has been running for seven hundred years, like boys in a strange garden behind apples.

If I made a test according to the method of free associations to identify obsessive obsession with intertextual ligaments, there would be a certain sequence of steam: “Pushkin? -“ Reserve ”!, Krylov? - Merezhkovsky! Dante? -“ Faust ”! rudely somehow and disrespectful. And it is somehow uninteresting to indicate a specific bunch in the forehead: there are a lot of them there ... I give two pies for each.

Thus, "Faust". Which, as you know, is immortal, to match the "Saardam carpenter." So, at least, it is considered to be in the turbines; It’s not for us to judge. Moreover, here we are already in the "White Guard" , and are not we dragging us under the whitches on the shitty alleys of the trembling city? Not us, not us.

The chain came out not long and not short - six links, and most importantly - neither Brodsky, nor, glory to you Lord, Pushkin: Pushkin:

Khlebnikov // Bobeobi ->
Kawadeev // Japan in the genre of portrait ->
Northerner // Obtura ->
Veresaev // At the impasse ->
Dante // Divine Comedy ->
Goethe // Faust ->
Bulgakov // White Guard

It could be worse. In any case, if you have your own ideas, I will be glad: