"...it's very cold in San Francisco today. My room is so hot that as soon as I start writing a short story, I feel cold and have to get up and do exercises to warm up. So, I need to take some measures so that writers of short stories can work in the warmth. Sometimes in cold weather I manage to write very good things, but at other times I fail. The same thing happens when the weather is great. I’m very annoyed when the day passes, but. the story was never written. That’s why I’m writing to you - know how angry I am about the weather. Don’t think that I’m sitting in a cozy warm room in the notorious sunny California and making up all sorts of things about the cold. I’m sitting in a terribly cold room. I can’t see the sun. The only thing I can talk about is the cold, because today, except for the cold, nothing is happening here. I’m so cold that I can’t help but know if the Democratic Party ever cared. about freezing short story authors? Otherwise everyone else has heating. You have to rely on the sun, but in winter you can’t rely on it. This is the kind of trouble I found myself in: I want to write, but I can’t, and all because of the cold weather..." Translation: Aram Ohanyan