xxx: I recently stumbled on the cassettes of Kisha, rejoiced, pulled out the magnetophone, turned it on. It is as if a field covered with garbage shells on the wind, someone shakes the seeds there, someone crushes the rugged piece of iron, and among all this vaccanalia there are hardly any common motives. A third of the word is not understandable.
YYY: I honestly never understood that it wasn’t so.