
The director of the Ulyanovsk printing house, after painful thoughts, still undertook to print my book “Blocade of the brain. 2014 ”, today in a heavy hysteria called the Zakharov Publishing House and said that he was allowing the entire circulation under the knife. (The circulation was already ready, which from the printing house joyfully reported a couple of days ago.)
Someone, you see, read the book ... Who? Yes, what difference does it make to me. I have a holiday, citizens. I could not dream of such an advertisement. Judge for yourself: the autumn refusal of the book trade network distribute the circulation, which followed this, the refusal of the largest Moscow stores to lay out the book on the shelves, the refusal to print it ...
And I myself, of course, taught the director of this to read a freshly published book today - and put it in pants!
Having performed this feat and dropping the phone, the director went into the unconscious and did not approach the phone, and then an official letter came to the Zakharov publishing house. The concept has changed rapidly. They found technical problems there in the Ulyanovsk printing house. Because of which it was impossible to print my book. Neither in the coming days, nor for some reason-in general ...
Yes, something broke, and broke firmly. And in the chiefs of the book trade, and in the director of the printing house, and around the perimeter ... It’s not that it has broken overnight, but it seems to be broken completely with a crunch and smell, which are now heard everywhere.
Actually, the “blockade of the brain” was written about this - so that the content of the book and the history of its release entered each other perfectly, like Yin and Yan ... The author and could not dream of such harmony.
And sudden breakdowns in the Volga printing is, of course, a horror-frog, but at the present time it is not fatal. Finland, they say, recently gained independence, and nothing has been breaking there since then.
So the book will still be.
And thank you for advertising.
Radishchev is not Radishchev, but a circulation launched under a knife is a nice one. 
Photography: Hedgehog/Olendskaya Maria