Hemingway was lucky to live in Paris as a young man. He was friends with writers and artists, worked at a newspaper, drank bourbon, walked, loved his young wife... Then he wrote that “Paris is a holiday that is always with you...” I was luckier. I lived in Mytishchi in my youth. I was friends with Gundosy and Krot, drank beer, traded something, loved Verka... For Verka’s sake, I even once broke a window, showing my love... And then they wrote that “...