тонкость метафор как-то ускользнула. интересный сюжет? глубокая мысль? ты стоишь в "бездонной "луже мысли по щиколотку, вокруг плавает сперма, и в тебя тычут хуями со всех сторон бандюки из дешевого чтива. дело не в деталях (и чего я к ним цепляюсь?), но кроме этого ничего нет. есть вещи, когда э...
It was obvious that they’d interrupted his meal, though, and that he wasn’t very happy about it. The doctor and Crouper entered a space that was dimly lit by electric lights and well heated. Two enormous violet Great Danes with sparkling bells on their collars immediately rose from their beds and...
We sit at long, bare, oak tables. The servants bring us kvass made from bread crumbs, day-old cabbage soup, rye bread, beef boiled with onion, and buckwheat porridge. We eat, discuss our plans quietly. Our silent bells sway back and forth. Each wing of the oprichnina has its own plans: some are b...
The singer, Shnur, sang: In the black-black city on black-black nights, Doctors and ambulances blackened by the lights, Drive merrily along while they sing a song of lies, In the black-black city, people die like flies! But I don’t give a flying...fuck!... &nbs...