“How you write will be decided soon. My destiny, for example, was destined for a sixth-grade compulsory Soviet literary work – of course I didn’t even take it out, but during the pre-examination break I asked my good student classmate (many girls and one guy) and then put together my dissertation from their reading experiences. or a great one, because I fell, but I was skillful.

It was just a slow gate drunk because a lot later (by several mistakes I almost graduated from the hot steel metallurgy major) I just signed up for some sci-fi call with my entry called Time Machine. The essence of my story was that a country kiss, after getting tired of its village, family, everything and everyone, the time travel can be felt in utter despair, according to which it grabs a garden budi-like bodega at the end of the farm. come forth afterward, and see a miracle, five years have passed out!

I did not win. I don’t admire it. But I don’t think it was because it would have been such stupid, but I was just ahead of my age: raise your hand now, who didn’t want to poke for the next six or seven months in something politically lockable. “