[SOLZHENITSOF]

ABBA VITE's Liberalist Novel

THE WORST VIZ. THE BEST

By Prof. MES SOLZHENITSOF

Continuing from the previous chapters...

All in all, the dialogues could not be carried on with anymore. They felt or decided somehow something related to the incoherent facts
-“The only source of inconsistencies is undoubtedly the war between-naturally-the East European emperor Russia, and the United States of Western Europe. YEP, the only source of inconsistencies in this novel is it: The war between the venerable blood of all Europeans. Simon's dad, to have used Rudolf temporary name and Humboldt answering his own name, and their visit that pleasantly engages honourable Karl and his wife, if not happy. conversations, genie recipes, peepholes and so on…”, the author shouted, "How did those hosting victims’ house come down to the state of so-called reality, which is neither too smart, nor too silly or not too absurd, in short, the most unbearable?"
It’s obviously-if not downright-so, and at that very moment they have evaluated the conditions-before some years or currently or after half a century-everybody looked enquiringly at each other, from the other side they shook their head and would say no more. ‘Of course, we have our secrets,’ said they all, ‘and we won’t discuss them with someone although somebody might have known for only half an hour everything, and who should have had no chance to tell anybody anything about ourselves yet.’ But that, it turned out, was the wrong thing to say that; it was as if they had woken silence wrapped in the apparels of chattering from a slumber in which liked keeping their position deaf and dumb, for they took a small piece of mumbling out of the broken parts of speech that hung from their tongue, stopped up the whole group members in a body with absolute meaningless, and said each other., visibly forcing themselves not to let anybody see how their mood had changed: ‘As for the unity, we know everything about ourselves we should not be the ordinary figures from the casts.’ And they added: ‘But now we must get on with our work, say talk each other’ and went back behind arm-chairs, while now and then one of us here might have risen to have his empty glass refilled.

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