Notes on the Cuff and Other Stories
take into account for the lifetime of me... My head! My head! There are not any nuns or positive hosts, simply demons trumpeting and tearing at my cranium with their red-hot hooks. My he-ad! * A ray of light... darkness. A ray ... no, it really is long gone. not anything lousy, simply could not care much less. Head now not aching. Darkness and 41 element one... 2. WHAT WE GONNA DO? The novelist Yuri Slyozkin (4) sat in a fancy armchair. every little thing within the room used to be posh, so Yuri seemed excruciatingly misplaced there.
Parcels for realizing the reality. unhappy, yet so. eight. A via WIND Yevreinov (9) arrived. In a regular white collar. From the Black Sea on his approach to Petersburg. There was once any such urban within the north. Does it nonetheless exist? the author laughs and assures us that it does. however it takes decades to get there. 3 years in a items van. My drained eyes feasted for an entire night on his white collar. And for an entire night I listened to stories of event. Brother writers, your.
within the morning. the place am i able to spend the evening? All these homes! What should be easier... simply knock at any door. may well you place me up for the evening? i will be able to simply think it! Voice of the scientific scholar: "Where're you going?" "Don't know." "What do you mean?" There are a few sturdy souls during this global. "The one that rents the subsequent room remains to be away within the nation, see. you may remain there for one night..." "Oh, how type of you. i'm going to locate my buddies tomorrow." Cheered up a piece after that.
And pink invites to a congress of provincial sections. It instantly started to seem like an place of work. The previous guy and the younger guy have been extremely joyful. They clapped me at the shoulder affectionately and vanished. the unhappy younger woman and that i sat there for hours. Me on the table and she or he on the desk. I learn the 3 Musketeers via the inimitable Dumas, which I had came across at the flooring within the rest room. The younger woman sat in silence, sometimes heaving a deep sigh. "Why are you crying?" I requested. In answer.
Clean-shaven viewers too. Meyerhold's superbly renowned during this construction, yet he isn't right here in individual. we have now not anything. No papers, not anything. i made a decision to plug ASS Lit. in. a lady got here upstairs with a pile of newspapers. the pinnacle one was once marked in crimson pencil "For ASS effective Arts". "What approximately one for ASS Lit.?" She checked out me in fright and didn't resolution. I went upstairs. To the younger woman sitting lower than a become aware of that stated "secretary". She listened to me, then seemed nervously at her.