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A vintage yellow station wagon parked on a wet street juxtaposed with a person in a red coat walking on a rainy city sidewalk.
A blow from a classic. — "Yesterday an old woman came up to me on the street and offered to buy me an eternal needle for my primus stove. You know, Adam, I didn't buy it. I don't need an eternal needle, I don't want to live forever. I want to die. I have all the vulgar signs of being in love: lack of appetite, insomnia and a manic desire to write poetry. Listen to what I scribbled last night in the flickering light of an electric lamp: "I remember a wonderful moment, you appeared before me, like a fleeting vision, like a genius of pure beauty." Isn't it good? Talented? And only at dawn, when the last lines were finished, I remembered that this verse had already been written by A. Pushkin. Such a blow from a classic! Eh?" - Ostap Bender
