I went on the street on March 7. In front of me, a man turns to the parade, begins to house. I go in a hurry and hear the dialogue:
by KOBLA!? to
The apple!
The black?! to
Fuck me!
What, who?! to
Nothing is me!
Who is!? to
and I!
“Oh, Vasek, I’d say right away, fuck you don’t come in!” and they hang the phone. The man is leaving.
I seem to live in a no less foolish city than Musecca...