Mongolia
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"I gave this book the conditional name" Mongolia ", hoping that I would come up with the final soon, and I never came up with the final one. Let there be "Mongolia". "" Super Market - this is the place where in the case of riots in the city you should move. "
when I worked at the Sickle and Hammer factory in Kharkov, there was only metal around ... Wow, through the thickness of the years .. It gets me to work for the third shift, and run around the territory , it"s raining..."
"My father went to overcoats. When I saw him for the first time in civilian, I almost cried ... "" Kronstadt clung to my heart with such an ice lump. with its barracks empty streets, where it is dangerous to walk, about what will fall on top: glass, a dead sailor, an apple, bricks ... "
"... I go to bed, take refuge with a blanket right up to the upper lip, so that the gray beard of the Chinese philosopher is under the blanket, and then I say:" Hello, mother! " It is clear that she does not answer verbally, but I, closing my eyes, imagine how he willingly my mother - a gray butterfly with a gray head rushes from the spaces of the universe, where she flew down, closer to me. "Follow, this is me, Edik! ..."
Well, and the like any other will find in the book "Mongolia"
when I worked at the Sickle and Hammer factory in Kharkov, there was only metal around ... Wow, through the thickness of the years .. It gets me to work for the third shift, and run around the territory , it"s raining..."
"My father went to overcoats. When I saw him for the first time in civilian, I almost cried ... "" Kronstadt clung to my heart with such an ice lump. with its barracks empty streets, where it is dangerous to walk, about what will fall on top: glass, a dead sailor, an apple, bricks ... "
"... I go to bed, take refuge with a blanket right up to the upper lip, so that the gray beard of the Chinese philosopher is under the blanket, and then I say:" Hello, mother! " It is clear that she does not answer verbally, but I, closing my eyes, imagine how he willingly my mother - a gray butterfly with a gray head rushes from the spaces of the universe, where she flew down, closer to me. "Follow, this is me, Edik! ..."
Well, and the like any other will find in the book "Mongolia"
Author:
Author:Limonov Eduard Veniaminovich
Cover:
Cover:Hard
Category:
- Category:Fiction
- Category:Modern Literature
- Category:Poetry & Literature
Publication language:
Publication Language:Russian
Series:
Series: Journalistic Roman
Age restrictions:
Age restrictions:16+
ISBN:
ISBN:978-5-4461-0553-3
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