“No, not the kind of kitchen that is literary, but the one that is ordinary, six meters high, where they drink tea and less often vodka, and both less and less often, and they judge everything in detail and (my home is my fortress ) recklessly brave. If not to devour, then at least to splurge; But who isn’t an expert in literature? What was the name of the guy who created the “School of Scandal”? he didn’t drink our teas, didn’t sit in the kitchenettes, pushed in tightly and dully, like in a tank. My bones are whiter than the snows of Kilimanjaro, learn, piranha..."