Triple debut and orangutan thoughts
In early youth, when the life project is most clearly, nothing but literature was interested in me. She should have lived, she had to be comprehended, only she was waiting for the continuation. There was only one “but”: literature - of course, in the circle that was released to me then - seemed slightly stupid. And - what a sin to hide - even in the current, pretty heard circle, is still such. Because it is like that. For extremely rare exceptions.