There lived a guy in a village who was out of this world, but no one could beat him in a game of chess. Lenya came in before the movie show in the uniform of a fascist officer with a machine gun. Wooden. “Are there communists?!” Get up!” Two people stood up. The first secretary of the district party committee was urgently informed about the “joke.” Those communists who did not stand up stood on the carpet. The feuilleton did not go into print. He did not join the CPSU, although the editor demanded that non-party journalists join the ranks. The installation was like this from above. In December and February I went to the district party committee, but they told me that the limit on “high school students,” that is, the intelligentsia, had expired. Not everyone liked my stories. Although, as it seemed to me, there was nothing seditious in them. Therefore, career growth was not possible for the free rider.