У кого какие есть задвиги, а я люблю...

Who has what gates, and I love clothes. And books. Someone inserts shoes, bags, fur coats, appliances, cars, and I love clothes. I collect them. At the same time, in my wardrobe there are no things worth more than 1,500 rubles. No, I'm lying. Three. Dress bought xs when, jacket from last year and a down jacket. And that’s all. Well, otherwise I would go broke. This is bzik. While I like collections, I methodically buy everything from there. It is my happiness that I like collections once every three years. I do not buy things at random, thoughtfully, nursing each month, at first I go without money and look at what I want, and without which I can do. I don’t buy what I don’t wear, I don’t buy a thing if it doesn’t dig into my heart with its woolen paws. And anyway. Clothing is a fetish. More precisely, a fetish is a style, and therefore everything should be combined with everything. Even a pink scarf should go well with a green skirt. It’s such a jigsaw puzzle, cross chimpanzees with a unicorn to make a cucumber. As a result, I have been wearing clothes for years, and if I am not losing weight or getting fatter, the average life of the clothes is six years. And still, I'm buying something new. Which must certainly be combined with the old. And if the thing is sent to the balcony - it’s not a fact that in two years I won’t pull it out with the words: “Get off! She is so suitable for these jeans!” Therefore, I almost never throw away anything. I really have a tendency not to wear a rag for several years, and then not part with it.
It is useless to persuade yourself and assure that it is a waste of money. Money diverges to garbage, sorry, and in the end - nothing. Therefore, I’m wearing boots - but shoes are a necessity - and a jacket - oh yes, they are beautiful - I’ve been eating fried potatoes for a week now. And everyone is happy. The only thing that bothers me is that on such a diet I can stop getting into my 42 size skirts (why don’t I have 46 shorts, I don’t know). But so far, I’m getting in. And eat. But this is a separate song.
The more intelligent side of the issue is books. I have Lotman’s correspondence with Uspensky, with a circulation of 5,000 copies. what to talk about. There are books on 1000 and 500 copies in Russia. I grabbed them, gnawed, hunted. Five years later - but grabbed off - Lotman’s “Conversations on Russian Culture”. In my library left in Russia, you can put a graduate student-philologist. Yes, doctors of science and that can be settled. Surely he will find something. I have all of Nabokov and all of Lukyanenko, all of Max Fry and Remarque, with which I trudge along Remarque, but Fry is also beautiful) I do not take history or linguistics into account. When I go to the library
Gumer, I shed tears that I do not have these books. Arriving in Russia, I read voraciously, and for two months between drinking and cooking soup I read a six-month norm. I specifically bought Virginia Woolf in the Deshman edition itself to make it easier to get here. My home clothes - my favorite - are stored in a closet in the corridor, because the entire wall in the room is piled with books in six rows. because of Nabokov’s “Smoke” I bought up completely all of its second-hand book, although I already had almost all of it, never read it, got stuck on another, as a result, I repeat Nabokov) The lack of books breaks as well as the absence of my favorite things but the books are heavier than the infection, so they are at home, and as luck would have it, I want to reread The Lord of the Flies. And I don’t really like to read in the electronica, the electronica is a chewing gum for the brain, usually like that kind of humorous bullshit that I clog the tape. However, there is no time to read here.
Another shift is the movie. But this is a separate post. I have a very personal relationship with the movie.