- Please pour some champagne. - I asked the bartender. For the fifth night in a row, I'm in a quiet state. The legs howl like the hooves of a damaged animal. Can hooves howl? - Yeah. For the girls, everything is the same as yesterday and the day before yesterday. A carriage and two additional trains. I'm sitting on the edge, drinking. I see Misha coming into the club (see November 18, 30). - Hello. - Hello. - He kissed me on the cheek, I hugged him.

In the dressing room, Zhenya (see November 30, December 2, 8, 9, 21, 22, 23) conducted anti-Dakota propaganda (see November 12, 13, 15, 18, December 2, 8, 9, 21, 22, 23). As usual, I sat cross-legged in front of the mirror with a smart look and talked about the shortcomings in the work of this manager. The girls listened, agreed, supported. There was also a bald guy there. Seriously, I listened carefully. She went out into the hall. It's eight o'clock. Empty. She asked me to pour some champagne.

This free study attempted to imitate an ethnological (structural-semiotic) method rather than a sociological one: for a long time the researcher did not realize that he had started an experiment, and his informants are still not aware that they are participants.

Ilya Semyonov talks about his experience of working in a taxi, about groundless aggression, illusory boundaries and calls for participation in order to remain human. *** In the spring, I worked several shifts as a taxi driver in a so-called “park” car, that is, a car that is given to you by a taxi organization.

From the collection “Pamphlet. Refractions of modernity. Art, politics, deviation” (Ravager, 2016). Our era, gentlemen, is an era of great upheavals, anxieties and searches.

Ladies and gentlemen! Come here! Various types of cigarettes - only with us! Try it, don't be shy! The Man Who Came Down from the Moon When I was listening to the sounds of a guitar that filtered through the yellow window of the evening landscape, suddenly the alarm clock clicked at which the factory stopped. Right in front of me, a cinemaramically huge Mr. Moon rose He stopped a meter from the ground. A man with a top hat on his head came out from there and smoothly rushed down Wotten!