Blinov Alexander. Pure lies / Illustr.: Zilasaule. - M.: Samokat, 2016. - 240 p. - (Series: For those over 10) - ISBN: 978-5-91759-499-60
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Annotation to the book "Pure lies (with an autograph)": Alexander Blinov is a designer of aircraft (rockets) by his first profession, and a graphic artist by his second. He also works as an architect - he draws buildings, comes up with projects for houses and apartments. And his stories are reminiscent of such fabulous houses, in one of which lives a cheerful hero - the boy Sasha, over whom everyone makes fun. Yes, he is always ready to laugh at himself. If there was such a funny meter by which humor in stories was measured, then these stories would be champions. No wonder Artur Givargizov, the recognized master of children's laughter, liked them so much. The author has recently started writing, and this is his second book - so hurry up to meet the rising star of children's literature. These stories are suitable for adults no less than for children, like all the books in the "For those over 10" series. For middle school age.
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What am I and why am I here:
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You open the book, and a handsome alligator in a very cool hat is staring at you from the sofa. Unless after such there can be doubts: to read or not?
Near the sofa, on which this beast lay down imposingly, a huge number of shoes are scattered. And the very first line says: this green miracle is a vegetarian. This, by the way, is now in vogue, so this alligator immediately becomes some kind of boyfriend. Too bad it's not for long...
Getting acquainted with his habits, you understand that this animal really looks like a cat: it misbehaves and looks with big beautiful eyes. Only a very large and toothy cat. They ride him in a car on the top trunk, walk him by the river, and do not let him fall into the clutches of the police.
In general, this story is not only about a crocodile. It's about a cheerful and eccentric family: a dad who has a passion, how he loves to bring such a creature into the house - an alligator or a bird - a vulture, a mother who has a passion for sausages, their son Nicholas, the most ordinary boy and a sixty-year-old granny in love with a "crazy rheumatic "from the biker club "Hell's Angels" ...
A fun and cute book.
"A-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah!
A minute later, mom, wrapped in a towel, appears on the stairs:
How could you, Ronald?! Only I wanted to get into the bath, and there JAWS! It's your monster smiling at me! Take him away! Take this minute away!
And how he will launch a washcloth at dad! Hit me right in the face!
Alik, meanwhile, lay in the bath and watched the whole scene with his penetrating black and gold eyes. Then he ate all the soap and my plastic boat.
Mom had to take a sip of cognac to calm down. And one more…
The Pope began to make excuses:
I let Alik into the bath to keep him out of trouble...
From trouble? - Mom even choked. - By putting it IN MY bath?!
I'm just developing a project for his new cage, - dad does not give up. - And in general, Alik needs water. Alligators are amphibious creatures.
Also fish eaters, right? Mom steps on dad. "Who ate fifteen of the Tuggs' goldfish?" By the way, they are worth the money! No, Ron, it can't go on like this. Just look what a monster you've got! Choose: either your reptile, or me!
All eyes turned to Alik. He was blowing soap bubbles while relaxing in the bath. A satisfied smirk was drawn on the muzzle.
I bet he brushed his teeth," Dad remarked."
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Fragrant knizhentsiya - it blows all sorts of goodies from it. But it will be interesting not only for lovers of exotic dishes, but also for real travelers.
The book contains eleven adventures that took place from 1492 to 1870 with discoverers, travelers, botanists, sailors, merchants, soldiers, missionaries and spies. In the era of the great geographical discoveries, such spices and products familiar to us today as black and red pepper, nutmeg, potatoes, coffee, tea, bananas, pineapples, breadfruit, vanilla and cocoa reached Europe in difficult ways. And if it weren’t for the brave heroes, then we might still not know how to make a delicacy tastier if you add a little vanilla to it. Or, for example, fragrant nutmeg, a pinch of which gives a spicy taste to cakes, soups and other intricate dishes, where did it come from on our table? It turns out that this spice was born in the Moluccas and in past centuries was one of the most valuable spices in Europe.
And bananas, if you like, could only be afforded by the rich before. It would seem that we all know about coffee for a long time, but here are some interesting facts from the book: “The word “coffee” appeared around 1600, it comes from the Arabic “kaweh”, which translates as “strength”, “vigor”. This was the name of coffee in the Ottoman Empire, and originally in Mecca it was called kahuva, which means wine.
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Alexander Blinov's new book is kind, funny and very lively. You do not want to read it in one gulp, you need to savor it. Blinov's short stories about boys and girls from his yard are designed to bring back family reading. There is something to laugh at and mourn, there is something to discuss. Modern children may not appreciate the whims of the generations of their parents, grandparents: well, who now squeaks with delight when he New Year give a ball? Today, give children the most modern gadgets, set-top boxes, talking and pissing baby dolls. But aren't these changes a reason for a sincere evening conversation between a child and an adult?
Reading this book, you can learn to make fun of yourself, hooligans and invent all sorts of fables, do not forget about friendship, support and respect for elders.
In general, Alexander Blinov is a rocket designer by profession, and a graphic artist by his second. He also works as an architect. Pure Lies is his second book. From the first - "Stories of a fat boy" - they are united by heroes and the author's unbridled sense of humor.
“Two weeks before the New Year, I started to act crazy good!
And every half an hour he climbed onto the windowsill, stuck his head out the window and thought loudly into the icy air: “For the third day now, I’ve been behaving, Santa Claus, it’s good! And what do you think, Santa Claus, if I stretch out like this for a week, then maybe skates can be added to hockey?
And, reassured, he dragged his head back into the room, got down from the windowsill and continued to behave brutally well!
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"Adapting to life in space is no easier than learning to live in fire on Earth," the authors tell us. Having celebrated Cosmonautics Day, it's time to talk about the Universe. Thanks to photographer Dmitry Kostyukov and Zina Surova, talking about space will be very exciting.
This book is like a comic: with many drawings and photographs. You can turn it upside down, studying everything to the smallest detail. Many illustrations are unique - from the archives of Dmitry Kostyukov and pilot-cosmonaut, Hero of Russia Oleg Kotov. The heroes of the book are Tsiolkovsky, Korolev, Gagarin, Titov, Leonov, as well as modern cosmonauts, designers, scientists who continue to write the history of astronautics today.
From the book you will learn what space traditions appeared after Gagarin's flight. What is called the phases of the moon: how to recognize the aging moon, and how - young. How to assemble a real rocket and how to install it correctly before launch. And much more. They did not forget here about the most exciting question for many: is there life on other planets.
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This book is a frosty fairy tale-parable about a smart, serious and responsible girl Agatha, who met a real imp in the forest ... Is this a children's story? Partly. Rather, it is for all ages. Because good and evil accompanies us throughout our lives, and a moral choice has to be made regardless of age.
“Agatha rubs her fingers, then carefully runs her hand along the trunk and makes sure that it is made of glass. A thin twig falls with a crunch at her feet, Agatha picks it up. At any other moment, Agatha would have been delighted with such a find, but now for some reason she is very scared. She throws a twig to the ground, and it falls into the snow, which now seems to Agatha like glass chips. a squirrel jumps out from Agatha's back, freezes for a second over the acorn, and Agatha sees the acorn through this squirrel in horror, sees a colored spark that for a moment ignites on the finest hair of the squirrel's snout. , but at the last moment she pulls herself together and begins to breathe often, often, as her mother taught when Agatha woke up at night from terrible dreams.
Good afternoon my friends!
Today I will introduce you to two new authors, one of whom - a professional artist and architect - made his debut last year as a children's writer with two books at once, and the other is a professional musician, a detective (not bad, you must admit, however, Mikhail Solovyov has a lot more in life does professionally) and novelist - made his debut a year earlier in children's literature. Both authors came into the world a long time ago, more than half a century ago, both are real fidgets, so they can tell us a lot of interesting things. Yes, this is how it really is, in any case, I got considerable pleasure from acquaintance with their books.
I will start with stories about myself, my friends, parents, grandmothers and great-grandmothers of Alexander Blinov. However, is it possible with full confidence to call them autobiographical? I think not, and the author himself, it seems, tells us this with the title of the second collection - "Pure lies". The books "Stories of a Fat Boy" and "Pure Lies" do not continue each other - these are not the traditional "Childhood" and "Boyhood". Rather, they complement each other, deepen our understanding of the hero, the author, and the time when the universe was first revealed to them. That is why it is impossible to prefer any one book of the two. Published by different publishing houses, I repeat, they constitute a single text. By the way, the second collection, "Pure lies", was released in the "Samokatov" series "For those over 10", edited by a well-known and long-loved writer Yuri Dmitrievich Nechiporenko.
Mostly Alexander Blinov's short stories tell about a boy of ten or twelve years old, his discovery of the world and the beginning of growing up. This is the age of Tom Sawyer, when the most exciting adventures happen to a person in his own garden and in a neighboring lane, when pirates, Indians, prairies and mountain gorges meet at every step, and undiscovered planets await around the corner of the grandmother's hut. But this is only a superficial reading of books. In fact, the narrator of all these funny, like anecdotes, and sad, like philosophical parables, stories is constantly changing, or rather, the point of view from which the reader sees what is happening is changing, because the voices of the wise old author - Alexander Borisovich Blinov and the hero-narrator - the boy Sasha Blinov, Blinych, as his friends call him, constantly alternate, the vision and comprehension of the same events in each short story turns out to be double, stereoscopic, as if suggesting a changing, growing reader. That is why, perhaps, Alexander Blinov's books say more to adults than to small ones. Which is by no means their disadvantage, but on the contrary - a virtue.
To read about the adventures in his own yard of the "big, well-fed, clumsy and clubfoot" Blinych, who wants to be "a mustachioed janitor Farid in an apron, and an astronaut in a helmet, and a driver of a blue trolleybus, and a singer Muslim Magomayev from a calendar", his 
bosom friend Pekhter and no less bosom friend female Verka is fun and interesting, but, perhaps, nothing more than that. But reading about old age, death and immortality (for we are all immortal as long as we are remembered) of grandparents who continue to love you and help with advice from the cloudy sky over the Neva is a completely different matter. Here the author, in a sense, like Dante's Virgil, leads us by the hand from the realm of good humorous fiction to the realm of real literature. No wonder the action of one of the first stories in a book about a fat boy and one of latest novels The book “Pure Lies” takes place in a cemetery, where it’s not at all scary, because the old relatives lying there will not let anyone offend you, and even more so - great-grandmother Kika, who guides you straight from the clouds, where it is convenient to lay her head to the Arbat, her feet to the pool "Moscow", and grandfather Peter, who left you three royal gold chervonets as a legacy.
Ridiculous and sad, foolish and philosophical are intertwined in these collections, like weft and warp, making up, in essence, a single canvas, where you cannot distinguish between the truthful and the fictional. Yes, and it is not necessary, because literature is (and should be!) a true lie, that is, the very Truth that Christ and Pilate, who had not yet washed his hands, once talked about.
A true lie, in essence, is the story of the Irkutsk citizen Mikhail Solovyov "The Transition", an adventure-mystical, that is, almost fantastic and at the same time almost realistic story about how two teenagers from our recent, not so much Soviet, not so much new Russian, in general, from the 90s, it seems, accidentally became the owners of the message of the expedition that disappeared on Baikal in 1911, which made the transition from the real to the other world, where they would be monstrously enriched if they could return from the world of spirits to the world of people.
The boys' competitors found out about the letter, and, you know, then almost Hollywood began. However, only "almost". Still, the author focuses on his native Siberia and Russian literature, in particular, singing in the "Transition" clearly from Kaverin's "Two Captains", the plot partly resembles the old Soviet adventure story by Vakhtang Ananyan "Prisoners of the Leopard Gorge", and the whole story sends, perhaps, to the early (period of heroic stories) Efremov, with the only difference being that in Soviet adventure books they sang a song to the madness of the brave and the man sounded proud, but here he is a toy of the gods and does not sing “Boldly we will go into battle for the power of the Soviets”, and she doesn’t sing at all, but prays, hoping at the same time for the help of a professional shaman.
I'm being overly ironic, of course. The story of Mikhail Solovyov is very good, quite professional, reads excitedly, ends, as expected, with the victory of ours and - I will betray 
spoiler - even with a little gold, but the second plan is devoid of, despite the hints of some network critics about its presence. In fact, one should not consider the idea of disinterestedness, or rather victory over greed, which is, as it were, a priori inherent in man, as a secondary plan - for that, everything named is too shallow. Yes, and there is no need in the second plan, on the contrary, all these speculations-philosophizing can only spoil the genre text. The experienced author Mikhail Solovyov knows this very well and, like a real tightrope walker, balances on a thin wire over the abyss, without breaking or losing his stride, goes through all four quarters of the way, and therefore causes our sincere applause.
That's all for today, my friends. Take a closer look at the presented books - they deserve it.
Stay healthy and enjoy reading.
Blinov, Alexander. Pure lies / A. Blinov. ; ill. zilasaule. - M. : Samokat, 2016. - 240 p. : ill. - (For those over 10). ISBN 978-5-91759-499-6 Alexander Blinov is an aircraft (rocket) designer by profession and a graphic artist by his second profession. He also works as an architect - he draws buildings, comes up with projects for houses and apartments. And his stories are reminiscent of such fabulous houses, in one of which lives a cheerful hero - the boy Sasha, over whom everyone makes fun. Yes, he is always ready to laugh at himself. If there were such a funny meter by which humor in stories was measured, then these stories would be champions. No wonder Artur Givargizov, the recognized master of children's laughter, liked them so much. The author has recently started writing, and this is his second book - so hurry up to meet the rising star of children's literature. These stories are suitable for adults as much as for children, like all the books in the For Those Over 10 series. © Blinov A., 2016 © zilasaule, illustrations, 2015 © Russian edition. Samokat Publishing House LLC, 2016 ISBN 978-5-91759-499-6 B 69
DEDICATED to the white porcelain ballerina in a pink tutu, the teddy bear Frosya without an ear, as well as Katya, Sonya, Field, Galya, Vera, Olya, Tanya ... and Petya, as well as the girl Nastya from the next entrance, her dog Vulkan and the cat Musa, as well as a sandbox under an iron fly agaric at number seven on Yablochkova Street, a sad Kombucha in a three-liter jar under gauze on the windowsill, a black crow on an old poplar tree behind green garbage cans, the smell of the metro, hamsters Flora and Syoma,
a blue cloud-giraffe without one hind leg, a sad Feda catfish in the aquarium of the Ryba store across the road, a kindergarten clothes box with a fat toad on the door, Farid the janitor in a canvas apron with a hose, smiling Gagarin with a canceled blue postage stamp with teeth, glass a milk bottle with a neck plugged with foil, which had to be squeezed out with a finger, as well as a calendar with Muslim Magomamy, queues, Lenin in the Mausoleum in a coffin with a crystal lid, icy wires between the roofs of houses 47 and 49 on Rustaveli Street, which in the icy wind emit that a piercing grinding sound that suddenly breaks into thousands of silver bells at once, a black sea turtle Xenya in a blue enameled basin under the bed, red knitted mittens with elastic bands, a plush horse Arkady,
as well as one-legged neighbor in a communal apartment, former tanker Grigory Danilovich, who always forgot his wooden prosthesis in the toilet, eternal grandmothers at the entrance on old Viennese chairs, as well as blue creaky iron swings in the neighboring yard - is dedicated.
9 REACH THE BELL
11 DREAM As a child, when I first learned to walk, I was constantly falling somewhere. And fell asleep. “Not again,” said the mother to the father. - Fight, but where did he fall? They started looking. Sometimes he was right away. And sometimes acquaintances had to be invited, relatives and even neighbors in a communal apartment. Well, they will search everything, pull me out, shake me off, stand over me, sigh ... And disperse. And I play again, run there, and again - bam! I'm sleeping! Like a clockwork chicken. I had one. The chicken was inserted with a key, turned, and the chicken jumped, tossed
13 on wire legs his yellow iron body and - clap on his side. Lies ... Only the legs will twitch once or twice. And that's it. Quiet. The chicken is turned on again, and he jumps, jumps ... At first, the parents were very worried: it’s not just a boy, but some kind of skittle! I was turned this way and that. And they brought it to the window, and to the floor lamp ... No, like a boy. They put it - I stand. - Sashenka, well, run, my fish, to mommy! - Slap, slap, bemts on the side - I'm sleeping. Suddenly I wake up and run again, run… Like a clockwork chicken! “No, well, it’s definitely spoiled,” sighed the mother. - We'll have to carry to the workshop to repair the children. It's nearby. And they took it. We go. Shelves, racks along the walls ... girls on the left, boys on the right lie spoiled: like one hundred and fifteen Pinocchio boys and seventy-five Malvin girls. Behind the counter is a fat salesman, like a doctor in a white coat. - Well, let's bring your spoiled one here, - he says
14 rit - maybe I won’t choke. - And pushes his mouth with both hands: - Come on, jump! - Well, bolder, son, - dad and mom laugh. - Ooplya ... I ran up and ... jumped! I wake up, and a fat aunt in a white coat looks at me and smiles: it seems that I had such a dream while they dragged me to the clinic by the hand. “Here, Rosa Moiseyevna,” sighs the mother. - Look, what's wrong with our son ... I - bam on the couch - and fell asleep. Roza Moiseyevna woke me up, weighed me, measured me, put a dessert silver spoon into my mouth, taken by my mother from home… - No, she says. - It's like that. I again - kick - fell asleep. So exhausted from these procedures! "Well, I really don't know," Rosa Moiseevna yawned. - Maybe he will grow up, and ... it will pass by itself! I myself want to sleep, I have no strength! That's how I would collapse somewhere and fall asleep ... Kick on the couch - and sleep! - Fight, maybe Sasha has something contagious? The mother turned to her father. - Let's get out of here in a good way, huh? .. - She quickly put the Alyonka chocolate into the pocket of Roza Moiseevna's dressing gown, and on tiptoe we
15 went out of the office into the corridor, quietly closing the door behind them. To not wake up. And I continued to sleep. I especially liked to sleep behind the closet. Less - behind the Vietnamese whatnot with elephants. But he could also fall under the tablecloth of a round table by the window, and even behind a sewing machine. The mother was especially upset. - Borya, - she said, - does he sleep like this all his life? .. And what will come of him ... a honey-koala from China ?! They say that in their sleep they fall to the ground from a tree and do not even wake up. - Why, Lidochka, be sure to koala? - the father was surprised. - Maybe an astronaut will turn out ... Just about developed socialism will come, and everyone will fly to the stars to explore space! Fly, by the way, Lidochka, thousands of light years. Only in a dream you will fly! A person does not grow old in a dream, and he has interesting dreams... I would fly, with pleasure... Finally, I would sleep off! What about on Earth? At best, I'll end up as a department head. And there, on a star, I get out of the spaceship, and happy aliens run towards me from all sides: green, blue, red, and elongated, and flat, and like a cube with ears ... And they choose me as the Chief
16 President of the Far Star by Sleep. Because my seniority, Lidochka, will be a thousand light-years of sleep, and not the stupid twenty-five required for retirement. - Come on, - mother sighed, - forever you ... I, Borya, seriously. - And I'm serious, - father sighed and yawned. So I slept on for myself more calmly… I slept, slept, and - I grew up! In a dream, you are growing well. Over time, I slept less and less. And now I don’t really sleep at all: there is no time, and nerves ... I even take pills for insomnia - they don’t really help. And if you have dreams, then they are short, and gray, and ... there is nothing to look at. True, I still have an artist friend in St. Petersburg, also Sasha. Here he continues to see colored dreams, full of miracles and happiness! When I come to St. Petersburg, Sasha and I fall into a cozy cafe on Ligovka or Petrogradka, and he tells me his dreams - so interesting that I don’t even want to interrupt. - You know, San, - Sasha sometimes says sadly, - sometimes you don’t want to wake up - it’s so good in a dream. I think he's joking.
17 And when my son was born, everything happened to him again! .. But I'm not particularly upset. And now: I looked around the corners, ran around - to no avail. Well, for sure: he collapsed somewhere and sleeps! I'll go and lie down. Maybe I'll get lucky and fall asleep! "CHILDREN'S WORLD" On the eve of my birthday, my parents took me to "Children's World" to buy a gift. What I want! - Anything! my mother said. - At least “a horse in fluff”, even an “elephant in chocolate” ... But only, Sashenka, one thing! It went like this year after year. We entered the "Children's World". First, they bought me ice cream. Ice cream was sold by such plump aunts in white coats and caps. In front of them stood a tray with a glass lid. In the tray - an iron tray with holes. Into each hole was thrust a cone with a large creamy brown or white head studded with raisins. I loved chocolate! (And still love.) They put me on a bench, I ate my chocolate ice cream, they wiped my mouth, and I was ready:
18 "Like an astronaut - to go into outer space," - said the father. And they led me to the First Department! The First Department sold the most expensive and most luxurious toys. Everything was there! There were tricycles and iron cars smelling of fresh paint, and excavators, and snowplows, and a crane, the boom of which could be turned... ! And dad and I will sit over there. It was not-you-but-si-mo! I suffered for half an hour, maybe an hour! I pressed one machine, set it! Got another one! Turned the faucet! Opened the excavator bucket! He closed the bucket at the excavator! I drove a dump truck and buzzed! I growled! And he lifted the body from the dump truck! I imagined how I would pour sand into the body with an excavator bucket, and rustled like pouring sand! Of course, it would be nice to buy both an excavator, and that red fire truck, and another truck ... But I understood: this is impossible!
19 We must make a choice! Then my parents came up to me. - Sashenka, - said the mother, - well, did you choose, my fish? I stood: in one hand - one truck, in the other hand - the other. A third stood at his feet. - Not! I shook my head. “Sashenka,” said the mother. - Well, for now, put the cars in their place, and we'll go and see other gifts ... And they brought me to the next department. There were dolls. One doll could close its eyes. The other one said "mom". The third doll could turn its head and put a spoon in its mouth! And also bears! Bears growled and groaned... And also hares! Hares beat the drum and kicked their legs ... Dolls, in general, did not interest me. I was a boy. Therefore, I was mainly interested in bears. Half an hour later my father and mother came up to me. - Sashenka, my fish! Well, did you choose anything? In one hand I held a bear, in the other hand I held some furry crocodile. At my feet was a giraffe. "No," I shook my head.
20 - Well, put the giraffe back! mother said. - Why did you torture him? Look, the bear is already gone. He has eyes in a bunch, just like you! My little fish, let's move on... Don't you want some ice cream? They put me on a banquette, I ate a second ice cream, and I was led to the Third Department, where there were all kinds of board games. There was both football and hockey... There were cubes of unthinkable beauty from which one could build anything: even a house, even a fortress for soldiers, even the Kremlin with a star... There was a magic railway where a train traveled, like real! It was something impossible! Half an hour later, my father and mother came up. - Sashenka, well, did you choose, my fish? I stood: in one hand - the railway, in the other - a huge box of hockey. At the feet lay football ... - No ... - I shook my head. - Sashenka, put these boxes down. Your hands are already on the ground! Went! Go get some ice cream. I ate the third ice cream and also drank a glass of soda. I was taken to the toilet and then to the next department...
22 So we went through all three floors! And finally, they brought me to a small counter at the exit from the children's world". - Sashenka, look what a beautiful little blue car! mother said. - Do you like her? - Yes ... - I nodded. - Borenka, - the mother shouted into the crowd, - Sashenka chose! "A fine choice," said the father, and thrust a folded newspaper into his overcoat pocket. - Three hours and twenty minutes - and a wonderful blue car! Happy, on shaky legs, I left the "Children's World". - A dump truck? I looked around. - And the bear that growls, and the fire truck? .. - It's okay, - answered the mother. - Dump truck - for the next birthday! We told you: "Whatever you want"?! - Well, yes, - my father nodded and unfolded the newspaper. - Undoubtedly. I walked, clutching the car to me, and behind me in the evening Moscow sky flew a dump truck, a bear that growls, and a big red fire truck ...
23 Every year the string of toys grew longer. FATHER FROST Neither I, nor Verka and Pekhter, nor Vaska Plotkin particularly believed in Santa Claus. When he came to us Kindergarten, I imperceptibly felt his caftan. Kind of like a rag. And the smell, like from things in the closet, sprinkled with naphthalene! But when Grandfather shouted: “Come on, kids, who wants to turn into an icicle?! Come and touch my magic staff!” - We with Verka and Plotkin looked at each other - and did not go. And Pekhter was walking! And touched! And like nothing. - He's a psycho, - Verka twisted her finger at her temple. That's why magic doesn't work. But this grandfather in a red sheepskin coat regularly brought us gifts, and his face was kind and similar to our kindergarten watchman Valery Kuzmich.
