"There will be no fate before"
Alik, Alik Rivin, converted his worthlessness to disabled person and psycho. Poems in him were endless Portrait of Alik Rivin. I.M. Petrovsky, late 1940s "I am Alik-Mishiginner." So he talked about himself, so he imagined. He handed this phrase on aid and transverse as a business card, at a time when no one had business cards. These are all elegant things of future times. And then there were kerosene, kerogasis, primuses, galoshes with a red bike lining, sandals and caps, caps.