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FILM WHAT ALICE FOUND Contacts with the authorities - is flattery, sycophancy, all the same, that are obliged to do the "idiots" for the well-being in the zone. Summit of the whole - head kultbrigady as Izzy, and said of him:typical KGB men, something not worked and has received only three years old, dirty man, do not even hesitate to take handouts from the premises, and the best overseer bodies would never have put on us, even if you really try. It examined all our insides. I'm with him right relationship did not work:zachemto he should talk to me, and I did not talk to him about what he needs my worship, I even if I wanted to express such on its "face" - the stronghold of the skin can be seen from under the real attitude. Rehearse, do something, to "Mostovitse" many Russian intellectuals, talk, run days, and the time is not moving, would live up to the middle of ...Five years ... all claim to be then it will be easier to count the ... Again, the unknown, again, all due to the house were broken, when my now receive a new address ...whom and how to turn the "girl in the jacket" with a letter from Ivan, his writing became my outlet for their fancies fine, talented man, a friend, edinomyslitel, courageous, strong, a little angry, and apparently, like Boris, anti-Soviet, and I do not understand how you can hate the government, as it is possible to hate someone else, something, as you can generally wearthis feeling:sometimes I have flashes a sharp, burning hatred for the ugly, inhuman, really fascinate, but it instantly, and can not do, I can not hate our director kultbrigady with an awfully nice name Owl - I now think that the names of the people are inherent - or Major hate, I understand their human beastliness, but thatthey brought it, they do not know anything else they throw at birth wolf. Hungry. All that brought Mother, eaten, taken anything from anyone I can not, I do not know how to give, but a sweet Lucy quietly placed under my pillow sugars.Aching heart, lonely, lost in these vast forests, so it is difficult to get accustomed to the new strangers ... Why bring all as one camp, so there they sit, and even die, and I did it a third! .. Wants back in the 36th Camp Division to their pribaltiykam or "curfew" to get acquainted with Ivan.Tomorrow we leave for the first concert - at kudato near Camp Division. 70 lagpunktov male, great, I sing in a deathly silence, listen frozen, afraid to take a breath, their enthusiasm is sincere, and not one, not a greasy look, in spite of man's hunger.They are kinder, in my mind better, and our star, the "ten winners in the same bed," say that their work - it's self-expression - and if there is nothing to express themselves?
LOOK ONLINE - Or the art of the actor is perfect because in one life you can live the life of his characters - and if its not interesting one!Neither Greta Garbo or Bette Davis did not express themselves - they do. This is probably the point. Major sat in the front row, and without looking at him, I feel his eyes. Disturbing. So I wanted to bring happiness, but the opposite:We all day waiting for the evening concert are to live in a barn fire, our stukachadirektora no longer with us, and the camp for voluntary roams my film "David Guramishvili" and all the risk, persuaded projectionist wrapped in his jalopy with his advancing into our barn and on the sheet to show the film.As I watched it, I do not know, but no heart-rending emotion in me does not arise, the light came on, all rushed to me, and I did out of a sense of gratitude can not picture the joy on his face, so all is quiet, and went to the barn with the corners of their experiences.The concert is almost next to the commandant lagpunktov in which Ivan, just as in the 36th, slipped past me full of "man in the jacket." I have in my pocket a letter of Ivan, and in it a poem.