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What kind of literature, can we imagine?Hardly ... The characters in it are not Henry V, Prince of Wales, not Falstaff, and unknown to us gods, Atlanta ... As a child, when we studied the myths we know something about them ... but then out of my head. When you are sitting in their reading room - as I imagine it - we hear sounds coming from their Philharmonic. Only there are not thousands of places, not two ...UG soon will be able to listen to the new Requiem by Mozart. And make sure that his Mozart was superficial, not made with impeccable taste. However, Mozart himself for it not mad ... Among the audience is, of course, and Salieri. Us that music is not given to hear. With the death of men with him are the most ordinary things.He ceases to belong to your family, your circle. Someone had access to it - to his office, to his kitchen - someone
and wanted to have, but did not curry favor. Now everything has
and changed. I can talk to him on a par with those who previously would not stop it. And I will tell him that it was the most significant period in my life - those nineteen years.And the most painful. Here's a paradox. But the torment always forget when I went to him to rehearse. He loved and our craft and ourselves. He professed actor theater, personalities. We were fortunate to create with it. Now the dream a little. After some time, he
and invited me to kakuyunibud role. Maybe ... In his new theater.Says: "Oleg ... here are approaching triumph of Dionysus. I Luspekaeva for this role ... true, right? The plot is simple: Dionysus meets Ariadne, abandoned by Theseus. Sorry,
and Doronin invite I can not yet ... You kakogonibud satyr play agree? The first in a suite? He has a beard, hair covered ... "I agree, George A..After all, I have to like everything, start all over again. "Picks and shovels, pick ..." Today show played for artistic council and was a full house. They have long since such clusters do not remember. Lots of good words, someone said that he was returning the theater intelligence.
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Jenny loves it. Gary loved him. Mother sends him money. Uncle David sends him money.Now the May term of his first academic year. The weather is beautiful, the exams do not need to take. All of the past. Cambridge at his disposal. He had already decided that he would remain here after graduation, will be teaching. All that is required of him - memorize more good essays and blurt out their three-hour increments.Trefuzis, thank God, does not take exams. He hung Jeremy, his blazer, Anthony, hanger. - Let's have a toast, - he said. - HantNaperstok sent. II - And now, gentlemen, - said President KlintonLeysi - we turn to the question of the MSR and freelancers. It would be interesting to know ...Garth Menzies, Professor of Civil Law,
and coughed surrounded him in a thick cloud of smoke that spewed tube Munro College Treasurer. - Excuse me, Mr. President, - he said - as I recall, we all agreed that we would not smoke in the board meetings. - Well, that's definitely true. Admiral Munroe, could you? ..Munro pristuknul tube on the table and eyed Menzies look of utter rage. Menzies smiled and threw candy from one cheek to the other. - Thank you, - said KlintonLeysi. - So. MSR and freelancers. As is well known to all those present in a while ... Munro loudly sniffed the air.- Excuse me, Mr. President, - he said. - Only if I catch one standing in this room, sickening smell of mint? - Eh? .. - Yes, indeed, a very unpleasant smell. It would be interesting to know where it came from? Menzies took the view with an angry mouth candy and dropped it into the ashtray in front of him. Munro smiled blissfully.- Thank you, - said KlintonLeysi. - Colleagues, we have the problem of conservation work with graduate students at the same level. As you know, there is a considerable number of junior researchers and freelancers using our grants and aids.And you, of course, well aware of what established in our economic system of wind blowing in our direction from Westminster. Admiral Munro deliberately
and moved to the middle of the table ashtray, making it clear that minty smell still bugged him.Alex Corder, theologian, who was sitting at the far end of the table from the president, and gave a sharp laugh.