"All this he saw, for one moment breathless and intense, vivid on the morning sky; and still, as he looked, he lived; and still, as he lived, he wondered."

Ancora febbre e tosse da scaricatore di porto

E così, per la prima volta in nove anni, mi perdo il salone del mobile.
Fan’culo, fan’culo, fan’culo.
Però oggi sto un po’ meglio.

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Bulgakov’s The Fatal Eggs

Mikhail Bulgakov (Kyiv, 1891–1940) was a novelist, playwright, and former physician, whom I’m sure you know for The Master and Margarita, published posthumously. His work blends sharp satire, fantasy, grotesque comedy, and moral seriousness, often targeting Soviet bureaucracy and ideological hypocrisy, but I had no

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Conclusion Kovrin received a professorship at the University. The inaugural address was fixed for the second of December, and a notice to that effect was hung up in the corridor at the University. But on the day appointed he informed the students’ inspector, by telegram,

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  • Elderion
    Posted at 20:20h, 22 April Reply

    Hanno allestito un pezzo del salone in università, infatti ho pensato subito a te! Fai conto che hanno fatto una cosa tipo mostra di arte moderna. C’è un chiostro completamente ricoperto di stagnola. Invece nel chiostro principale hanno messo due prototipi alti sui venti metri di palazzi fatti di specchi, una Mini e un camioncino nel cui vano hanno arredato un salotto, due viti giganti che girano all’infinito, divani scomodissimi in ogni angolo verde, un robot che parla e 5 palloni di 3 metri di diametro sospesi ad una decina di metri da terra che ondeggiano incessantemente e di sera si illuminano. Ho fatto un giro in tutto questo ben di dio ed il mio commento da profano è… bella merda!

    Comunque, attira i vip in Statale. Ieri Mughini, oggi frate Metallo…

  • Shelidon
    Posted at 22:22h, 22 April Reply

    I divani erano questi traditori che sembrano morbidosi ma poi sono granito?

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