ABBA VITE namely Doctor Solzhenitsof's novel

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ABBA VITE's Liberalist Novel

THE WORST VIZ. THE BEST

By Prof. MES SOLZHENITSOF

Continuing from the previous chapters...

FINALE-BOOK, SAY TO BE CONTINUED IN THE FORM OF PURE ART

(Tags: Soviet influence, Iran, North Korea, Turkey, Syria, Morsi’s Egypt, Cuba)




GIVING START TO THE REAL STORY

Literature after the Ukrainian War

HYPERREALISM

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The English girl Evelyn, who is a very young dwarf that we perceive as obligatory overweight, and whom we sympathize with just so we don't feel sorry for her, was an example to people who are behind development. She was one of thousands of young girls who fell in love with Lenin during the years of the dishonest Soviet revolution, which was made to commit genocide against a noble people, even though she was only 14 years old... Except for the snack episodes that cover the novel, the thing worth telling is that the dwarf girl climbs into place on the train, tugging and tugging herself into her seat. And of course, he will have to open his book and read it. The state of opening and reading a book, which is simple enough for us to define what hyperrealism is, never carries the design of what to do at the end of the journey for a dwarf, but the narrative of a dwarf whose content is not a dwarf reaching his destination, throwing his book in his bag and continuing his life from where he left off is a long process, a verity, a process. Then we have to ask, does a dwarf who has reached puberty and a normal young girl settle down on the train and open her book, an invitation to our research? Time is an insignificant task that comes with the invitation of the movement you call time, relativity or relative truth or a similar rudder cannot put anyone on the right line of understanding in this matter in advance. Let's say that the speed of reading a book is the same train already serves the dwarf and the non-dwarf at the same speed, the moment you try to get off at the station where you need to get off, the descent cannot be perceived as changing the length and therefore the time on both sides. It is obvious that there is no way to say no-in any case of the problem regarding to the girl’s under growth level physical retardation-to dwarf Evelyn it is obvious, but in her case, relative would be in the relativity, in the opposite of her, again in the relative past, in the future, in the relativity against relative any the less, in the future. It is steel mini-tethers stretched with equal pressure or equivalent pull that make a wheel of a bicycle, which is not possible to be stretched equally, nor is it possible to measure equality.
Back on stage, the dwarf English girl climbed onto her seat in the commune transportation mean-say railway type camara and took out her booklet. In order for us to make some comparisons, somewhere else in the world or England, a dwarf English girl and three healthy English girls the same age as a dwarf English girl and a young and healthy alternative to a public transport vehicle, in another option, unhealthy, in the same manner, older than a dwarf English girl, healthy or unhealthy.

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The English girl suffering from stunting-in one term if we could call it a disease, of course-could explain the difference that separated her from people considered healthy by exceeding the criterion of living forever within a certain period of time. Because, while almost everyone, even everything, which exists in a limited time, tends to be forgotten after a while, his life always would slide towards the viewer's world, like a meteorite that is thought to be a star. However, our case, in which we must remember the obligation to call a young lady even if she is squat, was prompted to evaluate it as a work of art or an object of definition with an artistic aspect, which will be encountered from time to time by anyone who has the power to read her own life process and write someone else's, who can understand what she listens to, and makes sense of what she sees. It must be said that he was enthusiastic because it was not a case of self-deception, the object was concrete, clear. The young, handicapped girl—to a lesser extent, to some extent, disabled-was locked in an “event-time” with what she would spend in the world.
What was that? The beginning and the end, the sounds, thoughts, colours in memo are a certain memory record… a record open to everyone, which cannot be limited to individuality. Before and after Evelyn, a entity known to everyone, at least predicted in the form of a single story, which gives it the main unity it is in. In that event, there is no definition of just remembering the event: In the evening, after total fall of dark, the lights of the windows of the department about monetary payments of the government office, which was built with German discipline, generously pour onto the road. At the entrance of the open barber shop, ornamental tools that spin bright red and white spirals, two radiating cylinders rotate, saturated with light from all directions. There is obviously a detective inside the detective-patterned coat that passes in front of the building, and his presence allows to clearly identify the thyme of the lamb chops that decorates the table in the house one street away. Everything waits to be described as it stretches out to infinity. The body of the British girl with short, chubby legs with developmental delay, has a forced delay while running. Delay is eternity for those who want to leave a mark. Evelyn takes this chance.

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ABBA VITE's Liberalist Novel

THE WORST VIZ. THE BEST

By Prof. MES SOLZHENITSOF

Continuing from the previous chapters...

FINALE-BOOK, SAY TO BE CONTINUED IN THE FORM OF PURE ART

(Tags: Soviet influence, Iran, North Korea, Turkey, Syria, Morsi’s Egypt, Cuba)




GIVING START TO THE REAL STORY

Literature after the Ukrainian War

HYPERREALISM

Presentation


Before she came to Russia suffering from civil war she used to walk sadly down the middle way of modesty, wondering how she was ever to get out it and restart her birth process again. Once wandering around the Kremlin suddenly she came upon a little crowd whose bigotry all made of solid belief of act against believing anything but unbelief ; there was nothing on it except a tiny good deeds key, and Evelyn's first thought was that it might belong to one of the procedures of the non-biased thought-if not free thought-; but, alas, either the locks within the brains of semi idiot communist militants were too large, or the key that could be useful for the thought beginners was too small, but at any rate it would not open any pure thought window through their brain gyrus bundles. However, on the second time round, she came upon low curtains conceivable afar but she had not noticed before, and behind them little doors about containing some dozen words: she tried those little golden keys in the locks of some mediocre militants’, and to her great delight it fitted each time she would try! Evelyn opened some chattering doors and found that they led into some big passages of disgust-or rather general hatred-much larger than a that of a rabid hyena: her modesty talk knelt down and looked along the passage into the limitless disgust fed against everything you ever saw. How they longed-if they longed indeed-to get out of that dark hall, and wander about among those feelings of bright love and those cool fountains of helping all creatures, and yet seemingly they could not even get her head through the narrow gate of Marxist revolution when they sobbed mumbling "and even if our head would go through," thought probably poor powerful militants, "it would be of very little use without our avarices. Oh, how we wish we could shut up like a satellite! We think we could, if I only knew how to begin." For, one see, so many out-of-the-way things had happened in the civil war, that Evelyn had begun to think that very few things indeed were really impossible.
There seemed to be no use in waiting by narrow gates opening everything but freethought, so she went back to a stool, half hoping she might find another key on it, or at any rate a book of rules for elevating people up like satellites!

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ABBA VITE's Liberalist Novel

THE WORST VIZ. THE BEST

By Prof. MES SOLZHENITSOF

Continuing from the previous chapters...

FINALE-BOOK, SAY TO BE CONTINUED IN THE FORM OF PURE ART

(Tags: Soviet influence, Iran, North Korea, Turkey, Syria, Morsi’s Egypt, Cuba)


Although the phrase "young English girl" is used a lot in the episode like narrations, it is difficult to say that the distinction between male or female, young and old can be used in descriptions linked to a dwarf person. Even though she herself say the leprechaun found the right to fall in love with someone of the opposite sex, and especially to fall in love with a celebrity like Lenin, she would find it funny if anyone wrote "To Miss Evelyn" when presenting a Christmas gift to her. One day, when one of her talking with Lenin-with a goatee elegant, his knowledge rude, and his feelings broken-they agreed that the names of men, women, gentlemen, ladies and gentlemen, which we know, would not fit well with almost anyone in the mortal world. However, if this agreement was shared between the parties, it would lose its meaning, because Lenin's aim was to eliminate social respect addresses such as esquire, pasha, lord, and master. The girl, on the other hand, sincerely wished that everything that was said would not be left in the air in terms of meaning. The factor that prevented Evelyn from fully explanation through her point of view to Lenin on such a vital issue was impossible because of the different moods during the day. Eventually this is it because, according to her point of view, it was not possible to even match the hours, let alone the people. For example, four in the morning was 4 by accident, but 4 or 16 in the afternoon was four out of necessity.
When Evelyn thought about all those well disputed matters she was not far from considering her situation satisfactory, although after such musing induced moments she always told herself that this was just where the considerable yet nonsense moments lay. Direct communication with the bigshots or rather Soviet authorities escorting Lenin was not too difficult, for well-organized as they might be, those authorities had only to defend something far from reasonable subjects, in the name of ration and indeed invisible gentlemen’s principles, whereas the twos was fighting for something very close to the twos, for themselves, and doing so, at least at first, of their own free bundles of will, for the was the one on the attack. And not only was he fighting for himself, so too, it seemed, were other powers unknown to him, although the measures taken by the authorities allowed them to think within the freethought in the agenda introduced by Evelyn.

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ABBA VITE's Liberalist Novel

THE WORST VIZ. THE BEST

By Prof. MES SOLZHENITSOF

Continuing from the previous chapters...

FINALE-BOOK, SAY TO BE CONTINUED IN THE FORM OF PURE ART

(Tags: Soviet influence, Iran, North Korea, Turkey, Syria, Morsi’s Egypt, Cuba)

The dwarf English girl could not be assumed as a subject to be discussed anyhow because of her physical handicap. The proposal and the subject are known separately, so that the sub-sentence can be understood in every pattern. But the meaning of the other foreign word is to be openly ridicule as the assumption... In short, the girl had to find a way to make statements without discrimination, minus her style., and yet Evelyn was someone who would neither refer to humanity in the ostensible sense, nor would she be bothered by it with the suspicion of avarice, the meaning of which is unknown to many. However, her misfortunes regarding the stages that the soul and body would reach together due to her physical disability could not escape from her attentivity peevish and scrutinizing. For this reason, the English young girl not only wrote a high narrative equivalent to the education level of the country she came from, but also began to share her own narrative with everyone by heart: People are not born and die. Like adopted cats, crows, and even old-faced bulldogs after they passed the kitten stage, they would constantly reach new youthful stages, and look back on their old naive but well-meaning days from afar, just as they equally remember and forget their way back home in the evening. The only exception to this was the state of dwarfism. To Evelyn the dwarf, she, like all her peers, had to live only one youth and, admittedly, longer than medium or tall people.
However, the fact that from the first the comrades had met her wishes in minor matters-and so far, nothing more had been involved-meant that they deprived her of the chance of winning small, easy victories and of the satisfaction that went with them and the well-justified confidence that she would then derive from them for embarking on other and larger battles. Instead, those, say, the big-shots allowed Evelyn to deal with something she liked, although only inside the headquarters, thus indulging her but weakening her position, ruling out any possibility of a struggle, and leaving her living a non-official, unpredictable, troubled, and strange kind of life. All the more if she wasn’t always on her guard, then, it could be that, despite the amiability of the amicable comrades, and her own performance of all his extremely light non-official duties to everyone’s satisfaction, she might, deceived by the favour apparently shown her, conduct the rest of her life so incautiously that she failed in this place, and especially those namely the big-shots, still in their gentle and kindly way, and as if it were against their will but in the name of some official decree unknown to her, would have to get rid of her. So, the question would come: what actually was the rest of her life there to be? Nowhere before had Evelyn ever seen formal duties and life so closely interwoven, so much so that sometimes it almost seemed as if life and spending time formally had changed places. What was the meaning, for instance, of the power, so far only formal, that Lenin had over Evelyn’s services compared with the power that Lenin really did exert in the English girl’s bedroom?

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ABBA VITE's Liberalist Novel

THE WORST VIZ. THE BEST

By Prof. MES SOLZHENITSOF

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FINALE-BOOK, SAY TO BE CONTINUED IN THE FORM OF PURE ART

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As long as there are feelings in terms of thought, there is no problem of running after to have found new subject s having been shared. As a matter of fact, the handicapped, beautiful English girl Evelyn was making a comparison of "Time and Past" that everyone could evaluate, regardless of being a dwarf, of medium height, tall, and, and or very tall. In a sense, since there is no guarantee of the moment, if it is experienced, it is not known which minute and after which second it will be lived. The girl repeated several times in her mind not to forget this basic point: The spot you are talking about right now is as dangerous as a leopard in the forest, because it is not clear what it would do to us. Bad tremors can occur from an earthquake, and flood waters that will not fit in time can fill us, our bottom, even the whole area next to us. For God's sake, what are ones to be talking about: our pocket, our purse, our chair, our room, etc., huh? If Evelyn sat down now and listened to a news program on the BBC, her eyes would fill with tears. This age is a lost beauty that if you think deeply, there are only beauties in the universe who were kidnapped s a colored boy in ancient times, and sighed after. Or the individual, the society, it doesn't matter, everything that has become history has only stability at the beginning, middle and end. In the words of a primitive tribal poet, the imaginary world is worth that constant. At least, no big or badly unexpected job springs from the floor of what is history. Yes, even if the dwarf English girl or someone else sat down and immersed in her memories, she would burst into tears and tears of joy just because of this reason, the girl's condition also evolved into this... After Lenin's death, the British made radio set standing on a high place like a shelf in the study room of the party provincial officials. As soon as she opened it, she would have turned into the tear lake of her youth, which should be considered as a dwarf too because of the laws of physics as ought to be necessary regarding joy, even happier than happiness.
All the while it just showed how any carelessness in a procedure hunting happiness or easy-going attitude was appropriate only in direct contact with the pseudo innocent times, while elsewhere great caution was necessary, and Evelyn had to look round on all sides before taking any step. At first she found her idea of the last and next minutes here and there fully confirmed by the plain or rather vulgar destiny.
A friendly, naive, goatee Lenin, the leader of Soviet was ill with a severe attack of common cold, and received his dwarf swear-heart. in bed. ‘Ah, so this is our land creator!’ she said, trying to sit up straight to greet the visitor, but she couldn’t manage it, and pointing apologetically to her short legs she leaned back on the pillows around. Some quiet comrade soldiers, looking almost shadowy in the dimly lit room, where the small windows were also veiled by curtains, brought a chair for the sons of so and so and placed it by the bed. ‘Sit down, monsieurr. or lady visitor, sit down,’ would have said the girl, ‘and tell me what you want.’

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ABBA VITE's Liberalist Novel

THE WORST VIZ. THE BEST

By Prof. MES SOLZHENITSOF

Continuing from the previous chapters...

FINALE-BOOK, SAY TO BE CONTINUED IN THE FORM OF PURE ART

(Tags: Soviet influence, Iran, North Korea, Turkey, Syria, Morsi’s Egypt, Cuba)


ANNEX WITH NO KOCHEL NUMBER
Evelyn’s notes from Soviet Party Headquarter

OCTOBER AND NORTH-SOUTH CIVIL WAR NOTES
(Tuesday 21st April CET 17 Hours)

It's like your super-hyperpowers just have the same flag colours, identical thousands of kilometres away, the sister-in-law of those who came out of Sunday prayer, the same in-law the tree-loving ancient, civilized education has lieutenants at two extremes: they don't meet but Do not think that they are few of the superstitious cannibal chiefs who are enemies of civilization...They present their loved ones with a pot of geraniums with or without flowers at Christmas There is no vaccine for love for the wild ones who don't like nature, emotional hearts are without reserve; on the way where soldiers were transported to the October revolution, the snow was hot sometimes.in the north-south notorious civil war of the other side, honour was always the law!

PRAISING TO DEMOTE
(Sunday 19th May CET 23rh Hours)

If even those who make money off the back of a lifeless thief like Lenin detest him because of his rotten angry face, which melted before the great statesman’s-Tzar Nicol’s-ghost vomiting, to a sink away from wireless sets, let's not get thin, to the toilet...Excuse me if they're running devoid of glasses for the eye, comb for the head shall fall…

FATE MENU BEFORE SOVIET
(Monday 20th May CET 21st Hours)

Fate is written for the literate, take a look at the list of where you live: disasters that shake, suffocate and burn are next: take ones’ precautions, take it away. Here, anger is meaningless, wild lip on elegant tie; and the next disease is coming, obey the law in the transactions, end the tears!

AN IMAGINATIVE SUBJECT: SUBSCRIBING TO "CITY CLUB"
(Monday 20th May CET 23rh Hours)

One’s age need must be fiercely average: uncle, uncle, nephew all fit in the address; and a people who has read and written, but his eyes are still on the book wherever a bet is to be made, does he make up his sentences in local and foreign languages using a good time, good education, social donkey-eyed; seeks excuses for cruelty!

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ABBA VITE's Liberalist Novel

THE WORST VIZ. THE BEST

By Prof. MES SOLZHENITSOF

Continuing from the previous chapters...

FINALE-BOOK, SAY TO BE CONTINUED IN THE FORM OF PURE ART

(Tags: Soviet influence, Iran, North Korea, Turkey, Syria, Morsi’s Egypt, Cuba)

The hub then would be the gravity of abstract ingredients within the frame to have been defining life process for a gorgeous while. Evelyn sat down of rather climb a stool, and read her mother’s letter-recently handed her by a comrade post man aloud and made a few comments on it. Once again, she felt how very easy it was to communicate with her family members compared to those consisting of the most intimate comrade authorities encircling Leni-The Goatee having been I say refined from family concept, sense, principles that highly likely they would bear absolutely any burden, a good communist could hand them anything to deal with and remain unaffected. As if the goatee Lenin should have felt the same thing in his own way, he shifted uneasily in his position regarding humanist feelings. So that finally he might have said: ‘As you’ll have noticed, me or rather the creator, I knew all about this affair namely humanism. I haven’t done anything about it myself, first because of my illness, and then because it took you so long to arrive that I was beginning to think you’d abandoned the whole praying in religious sanctuaries. But now that you have been wise enough to come and see my new creation yourself, I have to tell you the whole, if unwelcome, truth. You have been engaged, you say, as a worshipper worshipping nothing at all, but fortunately, we don’t need even a nil worshipping creature. There wouldn’t be any work for him here at all. The boundary markings of our great regime are all established, everything has been duly recorded, and property lacking hardly ever changes hands, and we settle any little arguments about the boundaries ourselves. So why would we need a good believer?’ Without actually having thought about it in advance, Evelyn felt firmly convinced that she had expected some such information for that very reason she was able to say instantly: ‘Well, that does surprise a dwarf, pious English girl a great deal. It throws out all her idealistic calculations so she can only hope there’s some misunderstanding.’
She added in a form of feeling blasé, ‘I’m afraid not,’ murmured she, ‘It’s exactly as I say.’ ‘But how can that be possible?’ cried she too. ‘I didn’t make such an endless journey just to be sent back to England again now.’ ‘Oh, that’s another question,’ implied her intuition, ‘and it’s not for me to decide, but I can explain how the misunderstanding may have come about. In such a large hub lacking authority as the Lenin’s, it sometimes happens that one department of Soviet Gang will arrange this matter, another that, and neither hears about it from the other. A higher faculty of the dwarf Aphrodite from England would check everything, and very closely too, but of its nature such checking comes too late, and so a little confusion can still arise. From the point of view to be sure, that is only in the tiniest of minor details within the ration linked brain faculties, such as comrades’ other cases, and to the best of Evelyn’s knowledge no mistake of the kind has ever been made in matters of real importance, and yet the minor ones often give trouble enough. And as for your case, tell will tell herself-she would not giving any The Soviet Gang’s secrets away, she is not enough of an ordinary observer for that, she is a platonic a lover and that’s that-as for her case, she’ll tell herself straight out what happened.

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ABBA VITE's Liberalist Novel

THE WORST VIZ. THE BEST

By Prof. MES SOLZHENITSOF

Continuing from the previous chapters...

FINALE-BOOK, SAY TO BE CONTINUED IN THE FORM OF PURE ART

(Tags: Soviet influence, Iran, North Korea, Turkey, Syria, Morsi’s Egypt, Cuba)


As a matter of fact, lost in the flow of the narrative, the dwarf lover of the goatee-bearded Lenin, who was not very flamboyant in terms of physics, Evelyn, the British girl with a very beautiful face as well as a developmental disorder, spent most of her time wondering where she was and what time the adventure was sometimes going to the still unclosed high society second hand-flea-market behind them. Departures are always positive things in the life of living things... However, you see a video repair shop on the corner of a wider street that cuts the street in the east-west direction while returning from a place. Let's go back to the wider street that divides the street you came from in the east-west direction, with only one condition. Let's imagine that you continue on your way by crossing this street in the south-north direction. In this case, if you do a quick accounting and see a latticed door that we are not accustomed to see except for Ottoman architecture, and a raw but very long-lasting household light, like a mocking tongue extended into the darkness, that hits the middle of the adjacent houses and that we are not accustomed to see except for abovementioned architecture, you can claim that "that is the house, in addition, you are a loss". you have to scrutinize very, very, very assertively. If your deliberation has reached a level that is much more severe than three, it is no longer your thinking head but the social-please let's talk in the old language-conquered. And yet, say nothing of the most probable means perhaps long ago one had been The Pope for only a few months at the time then a decree came from one might forget which authority, saying in the categorical terms typical of the both strong and gentle people there that a dwarf Aphrodite couldn’t be to be appointed, and the obituary of ones was directed to have all the plans and sketches necessary for his work ready. That decree can’t in fact have had anything to do with you personally, because it was many years ago, and I wouldn’t have remembered it but for being to have fallen in love just then, with plenty of time to lie on the divan and think about some ration lacking incidents. ‘May Jesus Christ be with us’ another one added, suddenly interrupting her account to address herself, who was still scurrying about the party busy with something, though Evelyn couldn’t make out just what, ‘please look the shelves of the library there and perhaps you’ll find the beforementioned matter. The fact is,’ she said no one in an explanatory tone, turning to herself, ‘it dates back to my early days as one of the Lenin’s lovers, when I used to keep everything.’ The other people opened the cabinet door of the library at once, while only Evelyn watched and saw that therein was stuffed with papers, and when it was opened two large bundles of files fell out, tied up as Evelyn might tie up bundles of firewood instead of Turgenev’s masterpieces. The English dwarf Aphrodite flinched in alarm.

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ABBA VITE's Liberalist Novel

THE WORST VIZ. THE BEST

By Prof. MES SOLZHENITSOF

Continuing from the previous chapters...

FINALE-BOOK, SAY TO BE CONTINUED IN THE FORM OF PURE ART

(Tags: Soviet influence, Iran, North Korea, Turkey, Syria, Morsi’s Egypt, Cuba)

Then the kinsfolk around might make a re-call ‘Try lower down, lower down,’ should said the revolution leader, directing operations from his place calming down every body…
The days pass, the moon rises, the moon sets, natural events take place with a solemnity unlike the emptiness of new times -maybe they are perceived as such as they do not occur- struggles continue, personal thoughts-whether expressed or not- appear, speeches, discussions, whether they are connected to an thing ought to be or not, affirming statements followed each other. Everything that was said was real, unreal- and surreal. But there was a mental activity that did not meet or contradict the truth, in the Kremlin environment shared by the stunted English girl-dwarf and yet robust. A middle-aged comrade whose profession was recorded as algebra teacher-a gentleman-comrade-heard the stairs leading up to the meeting room like an exclamation insisting on being pronounced aloud, this dandy heard with his ears far beyond the word sense. What did he hear? The loud calling of a name. By whose name? The name of the girl of his aunt speedily pronounced who receives a ‘dead salary’ even though she is alive. Whoever the teacher raises this issue is “an object with the shape of a ladder, a function based on sound that we do not know how to call someone by their name. And what's the dead pay mean?" objections arose. Cool silence ensued while everyone was wondering what kind of reaction would be when the matter was brought up to a purely materialist revolutionary leader-Lenin. When the great revolutionary boss was silent, the algebra teacher on the right-because that person was also teaching mathematics to the communist leader-ran and showed the top rung of the ladder. Instead of calming him down, the people around him shouted "oh, that's the step", which infuriated the man: he went down, climbed the steps, and when he got upstairs, he opened his palm and drew a volume to describe the moment of his ascent as the calling name of his cousin.
Size means volume, volume contains objects: in a field resembling a small forest, smoke from the samovar (Samovar) array and miniature sparks were pouring out of that verily same smoke, of course, whoever summoned her to frighten the little cousin, who would be frightened by the lonely, lost and oppressed worms in the grass, called him by name. Was that the stairway called a call? No. It wasn't even the last step but going upstairs from that step...
The dwarf English girl the giant lover of Lenin, gathering up the files in her arms, obediently cleared everything out of all the project tables to get to the undeciphered papers at the bottom. The proper place they were filling was already half full of papers. Evelyn spoke, ‘Oh, there’s been a lot of work done,’ and Lenin said -using his calling its proper tonality the Soviet leader, nodding, ‘and this is only a small part of it. I keep the larger part of what I have here in the barn, but most of it has been lost. How can anyone keep all this together?

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ABBA VITE's Liberalist Novel

THE WORST VIZ. THE BEST

By Prof. MES SOLZHENITSOF

Continuing from the previous chapters...

FINALE-BOOK, SAY TO BE CONTINUED IN THE FORM OF PURE ART

(Tags: Soviet influence, Iran, North Korea, Turkey, Syria, Morsi’s Egypt, Cuba)

Silence began. Then some poetical lines-of course to have been composing stanzas and even chorus form leitmotifs came to be ostensible for making Sardonic dilogues between the beloved-Lenin and Evelyn:

Lenin,

-Those kinds of scholars are lumpy with chips in the back, too polite in the front: dysfunctional
Because of this politeness, our army of a-sexual science, the coitus bed on the street, the homeless for being equal
We knew that the glorious Lord caused the earthquake, it turns out that the chip-wearing cones shook them.
Just as you're to lie on your superpower idiot, look what happened: chipped straw from tailed fame!

Chorus

Naked in a veil, wearing a marijuana skullcap, he asks: "What if one of us turn into monkey?"
Don't tremble before returning, they think it's racist; your comeback will be amazing!

Evelyn,

- Even if we were to be able to come together in the cafes of the street parallel to the shore-that couldn’t be found in Moscow every day
Since we have already gathered, with peaceful faces that evoke emptiness, nay…
As for the sense, from the amphitheatre that keeps secret while keeping it secret: more real than a dream,
We fill classrooms; It's forbidden to go out without a password, we'll take notes, roll it up as a film!

After a little while The Choir of Comrades would roar:

-All possibilities of a solution have been killed; the perpetrator is that species, that genus, that lineage, that primitive nobility...honk!
Whatever their general election, their choice, and it will never cure the plague, they’re sunk;
Is it like that as the Titanic... come out, it is a low-lying bottom without falling out, its proof is abominable, it is a stinking corpse not to bequeath!
They themselves killed their flesh with an amulet before the last breath was given, throwing themselves to the bottom of the abyss without waiting for the angel of death!

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ABBA VITE's Liberalist Novel

THE WORST VIZ. THE BEST

By Prof. MES SOLZHENITSOF

Continuing from the previous chapters...

FINALE-BOOK, SAY TO BE CONTINUED IN THE FORM OF PURE ART

(Tags: Soviet influence, Iran, North Korea, Turkey, Syria, Morsi’s Egypt, Cuba)

Silence began. Then some poetical lines-of course to have been composing stanzas and even chorus form leitmotifs came to be ostensible for making Sardonic dilogues between the beloved-Lenin and Evelyn:

Lenin,

-Those kinds of scholars are lumpy with chips in the back, too polite in the front: dysfunctional
Because of this politeness, our army of a-sexual science, the coitus bed on the street, the homeless for being equal
We knew that the glorious Lord caused the earthquake, it turns out that the chip-wearing cones shook them.
Just as you're to lie on your superpower idiot, look what happened: chipped straw from tailed fame!

Chorus

Naked in a veil, wearing a marijuana skullcap, he asks: "What if one of us turn into monkey?"
Don't tremble before returning, they think it's racist; your comeback will be amazing!

Evelyn,

- Even if we were to be able to come together in the cafes of the street parallel to the shore-that couldn’t be found in Moscow every day
Since we have already gathered, with peaceful faces that evoke emptiness, nay…
As for the sense, from the amphitheatre that keeps secret while keeping it secret: more real than a dream,
We fill classrooms; It's forbidden to go out without a password, we'll take notes, roll it up as a film!

After a little while The Choir of Comrades would roar:

-All possibilities of a solution have been killed; the perpetrator is that species, that genus, that lineage, that primitive nobility...honk!
Whatever their general election, their choice, and it will never cure the plague, they’re sunk;
Is it like that as the Titanic... come out, it is a low-lying bottom without falling out, its proof is abominable, it is a stinking corpse not to bequeath!
They themselves killed their flesh with an amulet before the last breath was given, throwing themselves to the bottom of the abyss without waiting for the angel of death!

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Soon after the turn of inquiring about the subject would be the comrades around so they-who?- should speak:

-You beloved and the lover talked with each other over verse by Abba Solzhenitsof not over prose we used to hearken but there’s still plenty patterns regarding all spoken languages in the usage of tongs on the old earth. Will you be able to find the decree linked to?

They asked and asked, turning to each other and to Lenin-The beloved and the dwarf English Aphrodite again and again. ‘You must look for a file with the words verse users underlined in blue on it.’ ‘It’s too dark in here,’ said one of them. ‘I’ll fetch a carriable lamp.’ And they all walked over the papers and out of the room. ‘Our communist leadership is a great help to us,’ said Lenin, ‘with the burden of all this official stuff, which we have to do as a side-line. We should also do have another job for the written work, that’s the politburo, but all the same no one can ever get through it, there’s always a great deal left undone, and it’s in that cupboard.’ He pointed to another cupboard. ‘And when I’m too much busy through the civil war fronts, as I am now, it really gets the upper hand,’ he said, lying back on the carpet-scarlet in the colour-wearily, but with an expression of pride on his face. ‘Couldn’t I help your hussars to search?’ asked Evelyn, when the comrade in charge of carrying a mobile lamp had come back-hard to believe- with the candle and was kneeling in front of the cupboard, looking for the language usage decree. Smiling, Lenin shook his head. ‘As I said just now, I’m keeping no official secrets from you, but I can’t go so far as to let you search the files yourself.’ One dare to say all was still in the libraries, barns, rooms presently, only the rustle of the papers was to be heard, and Lenin may even have dropped off to sleep for a moment when a soft knock at the door made him turn. Inevitably, it was his other comrades. But at least those should had learned to behave a little better the others, and didn’t burst straight into the place the episode might be going on but began by whispering through the door, which stood slightly ajar with an excuse: ‘It’s too much great a hub for us in here,’ they moaned. ‘Who’s that?’ asked Evelyn, waking with a start.

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Lenin-the leader of the Soviet Gang Empire drawing vague curves in the air directed the chattering independently based on sullen faces or rather out of humanly seriousness. ‘Only my comrades,’ said he ‘I don’t know where to leave them to be ready forever to have taken part in dialogues for my sake; it’s too cold outside, and they’ll be in Kremlin.’
-‘They won’t bother me,’ said the dwarf English Aphrodite, say Evelyn namely the lover of all lovers in kindly tones, ‘let them come in. Anyway, I know them. We’re old acquaintances.’
‘Well, they bother me,’ said Lenin frankly, letting his gaze wander from the comrades present around to tease the lovers of Lenin and back to the comrades, and finding it impossible to tell their myriad smiles apart.
‘However, since you’re here,’ Soviet dictator suggested tentatively, ‘you can stay and help the lady Evelyn look for a file with the word La Fontaine-for all communist comrades should share the same genes creating rapacious instincts- the same on it underlined in red.’ Evelyn-the lover of the Soviet leader did not object to that; while nobody was allowed to search the papers the comrades were, and they flung themselves on the files immediately, and began to sing,

IF A FOUNTAIN UTTERS...

What came: "the spring you know from La Fontaine; don't drink water, don't make a wish – idiot your language-union targeting point...
Eventually a fountain does not take any stance while singing her unlimited octave hymn flows away, despite the brakes after coming to the end;
Let’s suppose, always with zero probability, from snow, merciful ice if you fall for his cold sips instigating fans,
Springs seduce; makes your tiny need insatiable, long for satisfaction despite the genes!

And yet just churning up the heaps to have consisted of pages some great volumes rather than searching properly, and while one of them was spelling out the very word La Fontaine on a piece of paper the other kept snatching it from the other’s hand. As for the platonic lover Evelyn, she was kneeling in front of the empty cupboard and no longer seemed to be searching at all, or at least the light source was a long way away from her. ‘So, your comrades bother you, do they?’ addressed the dwarf English Aphrodite, with a satisfied smile, as if it was all due to her own arrangements, but no one was in a position even to suspect as much.

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THE WORST VIZ. THE BEST

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Evelyn-The Dwarf English Aphrodite or rather the gorgeous lover amongst the lover to have been captured-through her heart, by the goatee Soviet leader revolted:
‘But they’re your own comrades.’
‘No,’ said Lenin coolly, ‘they didn’t latch on to me until I caught the idea in the way of making Tsar’s Empire and substituting The Soviet Gang Empire instead of it.’
‘The red militants latch on to you?’ asked she. ‘I suppose one should mean they were allocated to you.’
‘Very well, then, they were allocated to me,’ said Lenin, ‘but they might just as well have been poured into my glass snow from the goatee merchants’ most dangerous son Karl Marx, so little thought went into choosing them.’
‘Oh, nothing happens here without thought,’ said the dwarf Aphrodite, forgetting the pain in her heart and even precipitating on a divan seeming as a bed from a certain distant.
‘Nothing?’ said the greatest goatee ‘What about my appointment?’ ‘Your appointment will have been carefully considered too,’ said the commander of the comrades. ‘But collateral circumstances from somebodies as Henry Ford labelled as the International Merchant-the Jewish vendor of Venice told by Shakespeare entered into it and confused things.
‘I can show you how it all happened over the pages based on written word archives.’
‘I don’t think the files are going to be found,’ said Lenin
‘Not found?’ cried Evelyn…
‘Comrades, please search a little faster!
For a start, however, I can tell you the story without documents.
We replied to the decree I was talking about by sending our thanks, but pointing out that we innocent, golden heart Russian People didn’t need any red leader. However, that reply doesn’t seem to have reached the original department, let’s call it the most ominous fault of the modern history, but the speculation saying “by mistake went to another department, X. so that The Department X received no answer, but unfortunately a department Y.-as in Algebra-didn’t expose our full answer either.’
‘Whether the contents of the file were left behind here or were lost though a rough transmission they couldn’t be lost in any department itself,’
‘I can vouch for that…Well, anyway all departments also received the cover of a file bearing only the remark that the enclosed file which one dare to say, unfortunately, was not enclosed to have been dealing with the ideology of a communist dictator, say the biggest enemy of the Russians.


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THE WORST VIZ. THE BEST

By Prof. MES SOLZHENITSOF

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The Tales of Lafontaine carried a gorgeous inspiration. Absolute silence for the time being…
Soon after Evelyn let the cat out of the bag:
‘There are two birds. There is a bird. Let's move on to moral lessons, the story is over. Have a little patience, a…a…a! It's okay, just a little patience. So, tell me!’
Lenin tried to complete the story:
‘There is a bird. There are two birds. The two are the same animal, one that you observed and narrated to your story; the other is the actual bird that lives in real life, not in writings.’
Evelyn,
‘The expression should never be complete, the passion for completeness makes the expressions vulgar. You were right! Then let the lecture end, let the moral lesson begin right away! Start: Observations are our own, it is the observation we make that guides our decisions, our pleasures and our sorrows: Stalin may have been a good commander, but we perceived him as a murderer with grave acts, we hated him. Hate is not ours, neither is love; he owns all of us observation he owns everything; oh these observations! That's all, what's left to say? What could be left? Let's go back to the beginning: A bird… Late bird, walk a little. There will be an acacia tree on your right, see? What a tree… God, I must be losing my mind. Where we were? Literature requires seriousness, I say, a little seriousness and observation!’
Lenin,
‘All animals living in heathlands also have intent and observation. The owner of the intention is the creature itself. While the bird is looking at you from above, maybe it has stopped looking at you, it is now interested in someone else. Meerkat-what? - animals have always wondered what their ancestors looked like from afar.’
Evelyn,
We took a picture of us looking through the windows of our high-speed train; On the other hand, the species that give the viewers the impression that they can hardly stand in balance on their two legs and feathered, long tail, like a fox, are, in reality, the wide and even fleshy Mongoloid birds, photographed vertically while lying on their side. S., who was a very respected mongoloid, was also a playful person at the age of fifteen when he began to wonder what his great-grandfather ate, what kind of lands he quickly plowed on, and where he drank water from: “Hey fifteen-fifteen, Exeter. the roads of it are stony”, you know, eh?
Lenin,
The survey engineer turned to the woman who was guiding the team…

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