The magazine Arkady Babchenko. Quotes from the Soviet film Dog Heart

MOVIES QUOTES

Poor apartment! ..

You in vain, gentlemen, go without galoshes: firstly, you will catch a cold, and secondly, you will inherit me on the carpets, and all the carpets I have are Persian.

Firstly, we are not gentlemen

First, are you a man or a woman?

And you, dear sir, I’ll ask you to take off your headdress.

I am Schwonder!

Tell me, did it inspire you in Fedor-Palych Sablin’s apartment?

Us!

God, the house was gone ... what will happen to steam heating? ..

We are here for you, professor, here's the thing! We, the management of our house, came to you after the general meeting of the residents of our house, on which there was a question about the compaction of apartments in the house!

Who was standing on whom ???

Isadora Duncan is very likely to do so. Maybe she’s having lunch in her office, and in the bathroom she’s cutting rabbits. May be. But I'm not Isadora Duncan!

Now four people came to me - among them one woman dressed as a man, two men armed with revolvers - and they terrorized me! ..

- ... I suggest you take a few magazines - in favor of the children of Germany! A fifty dollars thing!

No, I won’t take it.

But why do you refuse?

I do not want.

You do not sympathize with the children of Germany?

I sympathize.

Oh, fifty dollars a pity ?!

So why so?

I do not want.

You know, professor - if you were not a European luminary and did not intercede for you in the most outrageous way, you should be arrested!

For what?!..

And you do not like the proletariat!

ABOUT! And now, Ivan Arnoldych, instantly this little thing! If you tell me that this is bad, you are my blood enemy for life! .. Is it bad? Poorly? Answer, dear doctor!

It is incomparable!

Note, Ivan Arnoldych: only landowners who were not cut by the Bolsheviks bite with cold snacks and soup. A little self-respecting person operates hot snacks.

- ... And if you care about your digestion, my good advice - do not talk at dinner about Bolshevism and medicine. And - God bless you - do not read Soviet newspapers before dinner.

Why was the carpet removed from the front staircase? M What, Karl Marx forbids keeping carpets on the stairs? Somewhere at Karl Marx said that the second entrance to the house on Prechistenka need to score boards, and walk around, around, through the back entrance?

And why is it that the proletariat cannot take off its dirty galoshes below, but it smudges marble!

Yes, he did, Filipp Filippich, and did not have galoshes at all!

Nothing of the kind! On it now there are galoshes - and these are my galoshes! These are the very galoshes that disappeared in the spring of the 17th year!

And what does this “devastation” of yours mean? An old woman with a stick? Did the witch who knocked out all the glass put out all the lamps? She doesn’t exist at all, doctor. What do you mean by this word, huh? And this is this: when I, instead of operating every evening, start singing in unison in an apartment, I will fall into ruin. If I enter the restroom, I’ll start, sorry for the expression, urinate past the toilet and Zina and Daria Petrovna will do the same, in the restroom I will begin to ruin. Therefore, the devastation is not in the closets, but in the heads. So, when these baritones shout: “Down with ruin!” - I laugh. By God, it’s funny for me! This means that each of them must hit his neck! And when he knocks out all these hallucinations, you see, and cleans up the sheds - his direct business - the devastation will disappear by itself. Two gods cannot be served, dear doctor.

We won’t do anything today: firstly, the rabbit is dead, and secondly, in the Bolshoi - “Aida”.

Succeeds everywhere one who is in no hurry.

A collar is like a briefcase ...

Knife in the heart ??! Fine!

Yes, I would give them names.

Well, I propose these names: Barricade, Bebelina, Pistelina ...

No no no no no. No. No. Better to name them simply: Clara and Rose. In honor of Clara Zetkina and Rosa Luxemburg, comrades!

Abyr-abyr .... abyrvalg!

Professor ... his tail fell off!

Primus! Recognition of America! Moscow seamstress! Primus! Beer! A couple more! Beer! A couple more! Beer! A couple more! Beer! A couple more! Moscow seamstress! Moscow seamstress! Beer! A couple more! Bourgeois! Bourgeois! Do not push, scoundrel, get off the steps! I will show you, your mother!

In the queue, you sons of bitches, in the queue!

Give me a cigarette, you have striped pants!

Get out, nits!

Oh, say, Moscow - talk, Russia!

What is this muck? I'm talking about a tie.

What is disgusting? Chic tie.

An ordinary servant, and a force - like a commissioner.

Who told the patient: “The dog knows him!”?

Something you hurt me painfully, dad!

What? What dad am I to you ?!

Purely like a tram!

We did not study at universities!

Fingers with fleas, fingers! I don’t understand where you just get them from.

Well, do I breed them, or what?

A person without documents is strictly forbidden to exist!

Pretty offensive Your words are very offensive ... What am I - convict? How is this - "hanging around"?

Well, and what does he say, this is your lovely little house?

You curse him in vain with a lovely!

And how do you like to be called?

Polygraph Polygraphych!

Well, don’t play the fool.

Nothing like this can be on any calendar!

It’s quite amazing - when you hang in the lookout!

So where?

Yes indeed. Into his stove right now.

And let me know the name?

Surname? I agree to accept the hereditary.

Namely?

Sharikov

Will you beat, dad ?!

Ugh, idiot!

I wish that all.

So what are you reading? Robinson Crusoe?

This one like her? Engels' correspondence with this ... how is he, the devil? With Kautsky!

What is there to offer? And they write, they write ... Congress, some Germans ... The head swells. Take everything, and share!

Who killed Madame Polosukhina's cat? !!

You, Sharikov, on the third day bit the lady on the stairs!

Yes, she slapped me in the face - I have no official face!

By the way, what villain has provided you with this book?

You are all rascals. Well - well, Schwonder gave it. So that I develop.

Zina! ... There in the reception ... Is she in the reception?

In the waiting room - green, like vitriol.

Yes - the green book!

Well, shoot it now. Well, it’s government, from the library!

The correspondence is called Engels ... with this ... with the devil ... Into her stove!

Elephants are useful animals.

Make a mysterious face, you fool!

I am not a master. Gentlemen, everything is in Paris.

Where will I grumble?

Maybe Zinka took it?

Filipych, well, tell him!

Yesterday, cats were choked, choked, choked, choked, choked, choked, choked, choked ...

Listen, what are you doing with these dead cats?

They’ll go to polts! Of these, they will make protein - on a working loan.

This is our typist, she will live with me. Bormental will need to be evicted from the reception. He has his own apartment.

But it’s impossible to do so - with the first comer ... only because of the official position ...

Why do you have a scar on your forehead, take the trouble to explain to this lady.

I’m wounded on the Kolchak fronts!

There are revolvers themselves! ..

Do you know, Polygraphych, where are they hiding?

I can smell it with my heart.

I'm sitting on sixteen arshins here and will be sitting!

But excuse me - how did he serve in purification?

I didn’t appoint him there. Mr. Schwonder gave him a recommendation, if I am not mistaken.

“Atavism?” Ahhhh!

Indecent words not to express!

And I’ll lower Schvonder with my own hand if he appears again in Professor Preobrazhensky’s apartment!

I ask you to put these words in the protocol !! ..

I am handsome! It is very possible that my grandmother sinned with a diver.

They grabbed the animal, shook its head with a knife, and now they are hating.

Theater is fooling around ... They are talking, talking ... There is only one counter-revolution.

What a harmful animal! - I'm talking about the cat. Such a bastard ...

Janitors of all proletarians are the most vile scum.

Spanning in the shade is canceled.

The fans now have the full feeling that our sport has collapsed into the deepest Je. But I’ll tell you that our sport simply caught up with our rest. And where are we not Jae? Therefore, the sport still held out well.

Every day, dope, dope, dope. Everyone has already become confused about which tests and which years they recheck, which of ours are blamed for what, which commissions, federations and gentlemen unknown to us now are deciding whether to close this Russian sport as completely unnecessary. There are a lot of abbreviations - IOC, IAAF, WADA, RUSADA, and the names of drugs that are revealed to someone every day allow us to train articulation no worse than "Sasha walked along the highway."

But if briefly for not very dedicated, then this time the thing is very bad. Because the charges are not brought by some former middle-level doping officer by the name of Stepanov and his wife, the unfortunate runner Stepanova herself caught on tablets. Grigory Rodchenkov, the former head of the Moscow anti-doping laboratory, took the floor - and this is the highest-ranking and most knowledgeable person of all who has ever accused us of using illegal drugs and methods.

Of course, Rodchenkov’s confessions sound somewhat, let's say, extravagant. Steroid cocktails that are washed down with whiskey and vermouth, transferring test tubes through a hole in the wall behind a wooden cabinet under cover of night. FSB agents who have learned to open unopened jars of samples. And then, Rodchenkov’s former colleagues wholesale and retail began to expose him as a schizo-egocentric.

The man is really freaky. With some austerity. But guys! “How did he work for you in cleaning up?” For ten years, a man held an important, strategic position in the sports system and no one was embarrassed by his strangeness and jumps. And now it turns out that no one should believe a single word of him, because he is an eccentric?

Is there a policy in this matter? There is! But what about! But this policy has taken on purpose here. All our boomerangs are returning to us. We ourselves have forged such a reputation in the world that they do not believe us. That they believe the paranoid and sexually preoccupied former doping boss, but not all of us. Treachery, cunning, cheating, fraud - all this is about us, alas. Well, if a country is capable of nasty deeds in the international political genre, then what should it cheat with some test tubes?

And the most annoying thing is that they will not really understand thoroughly. And under one comb all will be cut. And the innocent athletes, who are still the majority, will fall under the distribution, but it does not seem to get to the Olympics. The world sports system implies a presumption of guilt. Punishment on indirect grounds is made all the time. But the whole sports world has somehow come to terms with this and lives by these rules. And we have to justify ourselves and beat off blow after blow. But while one was repulsed somehow, a new one is already flying - on the other, unexpected side.

But did we still have a state doping system in the country? Definitely not answer. Logically, if there is deception in all areas - why should sport be clean? Moreover, sports and rockets are all that we can still show at the world level. We need victories in sports no less than spectacular strikes against Syria.

On the other hand, such a scale of deception and this level of pharmacological support for victories requires appropriate technology. To deceive everyone like this for so many years! Who doesn’t try to swindle the anti-doping services, but only the Russians succeed? Something I doubt the advancement of our pharmacists and the power of the FSB secret laboratories.

I think that here, just like Rodchenkov’s, there’s a cocktail. Which without a pint you can’t disentangle. Someone was definitely deliberately sitting on the pills. Someone was just gouging - and such, oh, how many, as in any other area of \u200b\u200bour disorderly life. Someone took a "risk" for victories and bonuses - precisely because the sport is supported by the state and they do not spare money on it.

In general, there are more than enough prerequisites for the mass use of prohibited substances in Russia.

Well, then the boomerangs came to us ... And it all came together.


Photo: Meldonium drug sold under the brand name Mildronate. In the CIS countries, the drug is used to prevent heart disease. The detection of this substance in an athlete’s sample during the competitive and non-competitive periods is a violation of the anti-doping rules from January 1, 2016. The substance is classified as class S4 of the World Anti-Doping Agency's Prohibited List (hormones and metabolic modulators).

Everyone grabbed Putin’s idiotic clause about whores: “As you know, espionage, as well as prostitution, is one of the most important professions in the world ...” Well, actually made an admission that they tried to poison Skripal not by accident, but rightly because he “ bastard ”and“ traitor of the motherland ”, that is, there is nothing to worry about him now, - he was also very captivated by everyone.

But in fact, the most terrible and disgusting thing he said today is these three phrases about “homeless people”: “Some peasants arrived and began to poison homeless people with you there. What is this nonsense? In cleaning, are they working? .. "

That is, in his head lives the idea of \u200b\u200bsome kind of “cleansing” that can (and maybe even should?) Cleanse the country of living homeless people, like stray lousy cats. And here are the “men” who “came and started to poison” - they do not work in this unpleasant “cleaning”, no, but are engaged in “one of the most important professions in the world”. So, they say, do not confuse. Do not offend respected people with your suspicions.

A window opened to him directly in the brain: you can look, see what sticky liquid there gurgles inside him.

And by the way, it turned out that he had once heard a tinkle about “working in cleaning”, remembered this passage, but completely forgot in what context and for what reason the question was: “How did he work in cleaning? "- was asked. Well, yes, he is now reading more and more of Pushkin. Bulgakov will not pass soon.

He corresponded today with a distant and wonderful friend, and there he asks me: “Here you explain to me, why did Putin call Skripal today?” It looks like he needs it. And correctly killed. This is very stupid, no? ”

And really ... Very stupid.

But it seems to me that this can be explained quite simply: Putin is very let down by the fact that he constantly talks to the frightened assholes. And there are no living people around him for a long time.

For all these years, it began to seem that people in general are always like that. Firstly, very dark and limited. And secondly, they are very afraid of him. And they can talk any garbage with an important victorious look, and they will enthusiastically agree with her. It all looks very familiar and, in essence, humanly.

This is called - the coast is lost.

And simply put - insolent.

Therefore, with great pressure and a triumphant smile, he says what rational people do not allow themselves to say. And terribly pleased with himself. That's how I cut them! He called him a traitor and a scum - and the question was immediately closed. Nobody will argue. Everyone just claps. And obediently rumble in the right places.

There are no depths, no subtle calculations. This man just fooled over the years. I’m used to taking it by the throat, with pressure, impudently. I’m used to the fact that everyone runs away from him in horror or turns away with cautious amazement. But they do not stop, they do not stop.

That’s why such a shame.

I read FB Gleb Olegovich Pe. As usual, he drops and instructs. Well, here, for example:

those who arrange pickets, and those who go should know that they will be followed by murderers, and not tramps as before. Now another game (From here)

with all due respect to forecasts based on faith in reason in Russia, and I will not invest in them. And you?

i didn’t say that I should stay at home (by the way, it didn’t help anyone). I'm talking about street gear

sometimes people fall from the 16th floor in time under unclear circumstances (the word "on time" can be put in front of almost every word.) Through the guy they went out to Femen (from here)

Well, etc. Etc.

the version of the nonhumans is dictated, - here it is; people better prepare:
  “Tolokonnikova’s husband, Petr Verzilov, of course, said that this was a provocation, but to dismiss the fact that Pussy Riot’s hands are now not only cut down crosses and stolen relics, but also blood, he will now fail.”

People and nonhumans, as usual. "Infantry, fighters and trash dance everything is already here," according to his expression (in which category, interestingly, will I fall after this record)?

Nothing new. A man is working, trying. What are his questions?

Question to the authorities: how did this very thing stick out in your high posts there for so many years? And how many of them do you have there? Half? More than a half?

Do not forget. We are talking about a man who largely determined the inescapable darkness of our political life today. He sowed everything with his seeds, pollinated with rotten pollen. He brought up little imitators. Both above and below. Prolific. Everywhere pupils. Ober-Kantians, suction and suction.

Well, and a cherry on a cake: a panegyric to dear Gleb from a poet and a citizen (2001): The Story of a Prophetic Olegovich Towards his fiftieth birthday with love.

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I read FB Gleb Olegovich Pe. As usual, he drops and instructs. Well, for example: the one who arranges pickets, and those who go should know that they will be followed by murderers, and not tramps as before. Lose another game (From here) And then he, in ...

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How did you, Philip Filippovich, manage to lure such a nervous dog?
- Weasel, weasel. The only way that is possible in dealing with a living creature.

There is nothing you can do about terror. This I have affirmed, affirm and will affirm.
They think that terror will help them. No, no, it won’t help.
Whatever it is - white, red, even brown.

Years are shown incorrectly. Probably 54-55. Heart sounds are muffled.
- I ask you to.
- Hello, professor.
“How old are you, ma'am?”
“Oh professor ... If you knew, professor, I swear what drama I have.”
- Years, I tell you how much?
- Honestly ... Well, 45.
- Ma'am, they are waiting for me. Do not delay, please, you are not alone.
- I tell you as one, as a luminary of science.
“How old are you, ma'am?”
- That's just terrible. 51.

Poor apartment. But what a good thing. What the hell did he need me for?
Really leave live? Here is an eccentric. Why, he only blink an eye, he would have got such a dog that gasp.

And we will explain this owl.

We are here for you, professor, and here's the thing.
- You are in vain, gentlemen, go without galoshes. First, you catch a cold.
And secondly, you will inherit me on carpets. And all the carpets I have are Persian.

Firstly, we are not gentlemen.
- First of all, are you a man or a woman?
“What's the difference, comrade?”
- I am a woman.

We are the new house management of our house. I am Shvonder, she is Vyazemskaya.
Comrade Pestrukhin and Comrade Zharovkin.
- Tell me, did it inspire you in the apartment of Fyodor Pavlovich Sablin?
- Us.
“God, the house is gone.” What will happen to steam heating?
“Are you kidding me, professor?”
- What kind of ...

We are here for you, professor. We, the management of our house, came to you after the general meeting of the residents of our house, on which there was a question about the compaction of apartments in the house.
- Who was standing on whom? Take the trouble to articulate your thoughts more clearly.

And where should I eat food?
- In the bedroom.

This is some shame ...

If there was a discussion now, I would prove to Peter Alexandrovich ...
- I'm sorry, you want to open a discussion this minute?

I suggest you take a few magazines in favor of the children of Germany.
- A fifty kopeck piece.
- No, I won’t take it.
“But why do you refuse?”
- I do not want.
- You do not sympathize with the children of Germany?
- I sympathize.
- A, fifty dollars a pity?
- No.
“So why?”
- I do not want.

You know, professor, if you were not a European luminary and did not intercede for you in the most outrageous way, you should be arrested.
- For what?
“And you do not like the proletariat.”

Do not say Philipp Philippovich all claim that the new is very decent, 30 degrees.
- And vodka should be at 40 degrees, and not at 30, this is first.
- And secondly, God knows what they splashed there.
“Can you tell what comes to their mind?”
- Anything.

Notice, Ivan Arnoldovich, only landowners who were not cut by the Bolsheviks bite with cold snacks and soup.
A little self-respecting person operates hot snacks.

The food, Ivan Arnoldovich, is a tricky thing. There is a need to be able to.
And imagine that most people do not know how to eat.
It is necessary not only to know what is, but also when, how, and what to say.
And if you care about your digestion, my good advice:
... do not talk at dinner about Bolshevism and medicine.

And, God save you, do not read Soviet newspapers before dinner.
“But there are no others.”
- Here are no and do not read. I made 30 observations in my clinic.
And what do you think?
Those my patients whom I forced to read "Truth" lost weight.
Not only that, lowered knee reflexes, poor appetite and depressed mood. Yes.

Again, the general meeting was done.
- Again? Well now, it’s gone. The house was gone. Everything will be like clockwork.
At first, every evening, singing, then pipes will freeze in the toilets, then steam heating will burst, and so on.

And what does this your devastation mean? An old woman with a stick?
Did the witch who knocked out all the glass put out all the lamps?
She doesn’t exist at all, doctor. What do you mean by this word?
And this is what. When I, instead of operating, every night
i’ll start singing in unison in the apartment - I will be devastated.

If I, entering the restroom, start, I'm sorry for the expression, pee past the toilet
and the same thing will be done by Zina and Daria Petrovna - in the restroom the devastation will begin. Therefore, the devastation is not in the closets, but in the heads.

Speak counter-revolutionary things, Philipp Philippovich.
“Ah, nothing dangerous.” No counter-revolution.
By the way, here is another word that I can not stand at all.
Absolutely unknown - what is hidden under it? God knows what.

Mercy. Do you need me tonight, Philipp Philippovich?
“No, thank you.” We won’t do anything today.
First, the rabbit is dead. And, secondly, in the Big "Aida".
And I have not heard for a long time, remember the duet? I’ll go to the second act.

How do you do it, Philipp Philippovich?
- Succeeds everywhere the one who is in no hurry.
I am for the division of labor, doctor. In the Bolshoi let them sing, I will operate.
And very good. And no devastation.

I am handsome. Perhaps an unknown dog prince. Incognita.
It is very possible that my grandmother sinned with a diver.
That's what I look at, I have a white spot on my face. Where does it ask?

A collar is like a briefcase. I pulled out the most important dog ticket.

Profession - playing the balalaika in taverns.
The cause of death is a stab in the heart in the Stop Light beer hall.

So, Timofeevna, do you want to ring your twins?
- Yes, I would give them names.
- Well, I propose such names: ... Barricade, Bebelina, Pestelina ...
- No no no. No. Better to name them simply: Clara and Rose.
In honor of Clara Zetkin and Rosa Luxemburg, comrades.

Professor, a miracle is happening before our eyes.
- Do you know what "abyrvalg" is? This ... HEADER, colleague, just the opposite.
This is GLOBER.

In the queue, you bastards in the queue!

Primus Recognition of America. MOSCOW SEAWAY. Primus
Beer. A couple more. Beer. A couple more.

Daria Petrovna gave you an abomination, like these shoes. What is this shining nonsense?
- What am I worse than people? Go to Kuznetsk - all in varnish.

And, of course, how, what kind of comrades are we to you! Where so. We understand, sir!
We did not study at universities. In apartments of 15 rooms with bathrooms did not live.
Only now is the time to leave it. Now everyone has their own right.

Fingers to catch fleas! With your fingers! I don’t understand: where do you just get them from?
- Well then, do I breed them, or what? It can be seen that fleas love me.

Dokument, Philip Filippich, I need.
- Dokument? Damn ... Or maybe ... somehow ...
- I’m sorry. You yourself know, a person without documents is strictly forbidden to exist. First, the house ...
“But what does the house have to do with it?”
- What does it have to do with it? They meet, ask - when are you, they say, dear, will you sign up?

Pretty offensive your words.

Well, and what does he say, this is your lovely little house?
“You curse him in vain with a lovely one.” He protects interests.
- Whose interests, let me inquire?
- It is known whose. Labor element.
“Are you a hard worker?”
- Yes it is known - not NEPMAN.

Well, what does he need in defense of your revolutionary interests?
- It’s known that - register me.
They say where it is seen, so that a person lives unwritten in Moscow.

But let me know how can I prescribe you? You have neither a name, nor a surname.
“You are unfair.” I can safely choose a name for myself.
- I printed in the newspaper and the Sabbath.
“And how do you like to be called?”
- Polygraph Polygraphovich.

And the last name, let me know?
- Last name? I agree to accept the hereditary.
- Namely?
- Balls.

Will you beat, dad?
- Idiot.

What are you, devil, chasing her all over the apartment! Gather in a bowl.
- But what in the bowl, it will come out in the front door.
- Oh, you fool. Fool.

What a harmful animal.
“Who do you mean, let me ask you this?”
“Cat, I mean.” Such a bastard.

I'll drink vodka.
“But won't you?”

That's all with you, as in a parade. A napkin - there, a tie - here.
Yes, sorry, yes, please, merci. And so that for real. - it is not.
Torment yourself, as in the royal regime.
- And how is this “for real,” let me inquire?
- I wish you all.

This, as hers, Engels' correspondence with this, as he, the devil ... with Kautsky.
- Let me know what you can say about what you read?
- Yes, I do not agree.
- What, with Engels or with Kautsky?
- With both.

Yes, and what can you offer?
- What is there to offer? And then they write, they write ... Congress, some Germans.
The head swells! Take everything, and divide.

Who killed the cat Madame Polasucher, who?
“You Sharikov, on the third day you bit the lady on the stairs.”
- Yes, she slapped me in the face! I have no official face!
- Because you pinched her breasts!

Doctor, for God's sake, go to the circus with him. Just look in the program - there are no cats?
- And how is such a bastard allowed in the circus?

Ivan Arnoldovich, I humbly ask you not to offer Sharikov beer.

However, one should not think that there is some kind of witchcraft or a miracle.
Nothing like this! For miracles do not happen. As our professor Preobrazhensky proved.
Everything is built on the forces of nature with the permission of the local committee and the cultural enlightenment commission.

I am not a master. Gentlemen, everything is in Paris.

Moreover, I will not go for it.
- But why?
“But you are not a global value.”
- Well, where so.
- So. And quit a colleague in case of disaster,
and yourself to go on a global scale, sorry.
I am a Moscow student, not Sharikov.

I have been picking appendages out of my brain for 5 years.
You know what a tremendous job you did. The mind is incomprehensible!
And the question is, why? To one day turn the sweetest dog into such scum that the hair becomes on end?
- Exceptional something.
- I completely agree with you.

Bear in mind, Yegorovna, if you burn parquet in the stove, I will evict everyone. All.

Moreover, your Sharikov is a scoundrel. Yesterday, he took 7 rubles to buy textbooks from the house committee. Dog!

Let me ask you: why does it smell so disgusting from you?
“Well, that smells.” It is known by specialty.
Yesterday cats were choked, choked, choked, choked, choked, choked ...

But let me, how did he serve in the purification?
“I didn’t appoint him there.” Mr. Schwonder gave him a recommendation.
If I'm not mistaken.

Atavism.
- Atavism? BUT...
- Not indecent words!

So lucky for me, so lucky - just indescribably lucky. I established myself in this apartment. I am absolutely sure that my origin is unclean.
It's not without a diver. The slut was my grandmother, the kingdom of heaven to her, an old woman.