I got a review of Harry Harrison’s books on the Internet today and it’s...

Ever since I was a child, I had a dream of having a lot of books, especially fiction. And here the restructuring, there were books, but they were not in the pocket at the time. At the Kursk station I rented (yes, there was such a service, you guarantee the cost of the book 10 rubles and read) the book "Horse Barbarians" Harrison from the cycle "The World of Death". I sat on the ring trolleybus and read it in two rounds.

Fuck, how offensive it was. Such impressions from books will probably never be again.