To one, I did not have time to promise you a letter about the “pidaras abstracts”, following the term Nikita Khrushchev, as “light” (#8) immediately published a transcript of Nikita Sergeyevich's speeches at the notorious meetings with the Soviet intelligentsia. "There, a pretty decent young man put his picture and called it" Self -portrait. "As his last name? Zhutkovsky ? Ah no, Zhutovsky . Well, the last name!" And directly to the conclusions: “We have artists - they are as spies.

Z fight, my dear. In the spring, sometimes it seems that you turn into a car by watching an elegant. A clear sign of vitamin deficiency. I mean both the fact that you feel like a machine, and the process of watching itself. It would be necessary to pause, but a pause, alas, does not help. Hormones do not fit into harmony. There is no way out - it means that you need to run to the high spheres of art, to sublimate, otherwise a kayuk.