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How to become the writer? Yes it is very simple!

Through thorns - to stars …

… Yesterday the friend came. At first long was silent, and then and speaks supposedly at me the pig died! Heaved so a deep sigh and gets a bottle. Liter. I carefully sympathized and just in case asked - I - then at what? And he sighs again and gloomy so declares: “You are a writer?“ I am a person modest. I told: “Well?“ “So all great writers die, heard? And then their diaries publish. Money - to children and the widow …“ I muttered one more “well“ though about money for the widow somehow not really it was pleasant to me. Excuse me: about money - it is good, and about the widow - early still, I still it... oho - go! “What well?! - angrily the friend zabulkat on piles. - You Will die, and there are no diaries! To the widow and children - straight loss!“ Generally, it in something is right.

Here … I will leave this guilty earth and how lived, why, what wanted to tell about? Nobody learns. And who “will tell all truth of me not satisfied?“ Though, it appears, Shakespeare invented - to whom we are interesting after guests from commemoration disperse? They already at a table, dogs, do not hesitate all mucks about you in a low voice to the neighbor to retell also an entertainment okhayat … When in a bottle remained a finger on three, he convinced me. And even prompted the name - scientific and with taste. Though, in my opinion, from this Persian wisdom fine gives a camel prickle and in general - where you saw acacias or a dogrose to the stars …

… Popular wisdom prompts that should be begun from the very beginning. That is, since 2004. Here is how now I remember - the summer stood. Tomatoes with cucumbers in a hotbed already nothing so-so were, and potato - rubbish. I somehow also speak to the - thoughtfully and carefully: “I decided to write the novel …“ It in reply too culturally so, in a low voice: “Fool! “ And the sonny told nothing, only all evening sighed about something and on the calculator clicked. Then quietly so whispered: “Fathers, you … write it!“ Running far forward, I will tell that in vain it to the calculator put batteries: the big bag was not necessary! Not bad, of course, but … Everything got in boxes match! Well, I distracted. And thoughts somehow somewhere … All right, I about the rest a bit later …

So, about the novel. At night in a notebook wrote. No, I lie - at first - I the letter sent that to one writer: a pier, and so, I such - that and how you think - can write, publish I the novel and money to receive? The young woman already wrote many novels, and from itself such pleasant and cultural to see. But did not answer - probably, there is a lot of work. There now, I wrote six notebooks, and handwriting at me, we will speak, small and not very much - that legible. I call in publishing house - whether the novel from life of bandits - professionals and detectives - fans is necessary? Send, speak, we will look! I from the wife secretly of the tetradaughter - that also sent. I wait. And here the man, culturally so calls somehow me, and speaks supposedly we only in electronic form take manuscripts or in typewritten. And so supposedly the book at you suitable and, it is possible even to tell, giving out.

Well, I think, an ox twirls - what electronics if so and “manuscript“ is told. Also do not burn, speak! Here about it - precisely lie! At me synulya kindled an oven somehow … three stories who will return to me?! Further … Talked to the friend, he also speaks to me: “The village, you pishbaryshnyu employ - in sense will print and on a diskette will throw off!“ Ha, pishbarynya, probably, costs money! But … the novel waits for the publisher and the reader. It is good if just some “mu - mu“ at me it turned out and if, unexpectedly, “Gone with the Wind“? In sense “type the novel of a century“ … The young lady was and money took a little. I sent a diskette to the man to publishing house. By mail. And again he calls and carefully so asks supposedly and e-mail you or at your friends incidentally is not present? I do not know, I tell, even about what it you? The man culturally, without any mat --! - also told that there are computers and they can send texts - where it is necessary to you. And differently, speaks, we will send you because already XXI - y a century and a civilization. I understood … Understood that people and will die, without having seen my novel. Well I have no computer! And here so for me them, all my readers, it was a pity that well directly here to tears and warm exhaustion! I call one more friend who not only saw the computer - it had it! Help, I speak, people - that suffer … from

… The friend Vasily came. Read, through a shoulder looking - inconsiderately, by the way, - also declared: “Fool you, San! Same memoirs, but not the diary …“ “And that?“ “And that! I at Ranevskaya read that it is bad to write about himself there is no wish, and it is good - somehow and indecently! Here also it turns out that you have everything written - indecently … And it is immodest. And you, we designate a promezhda, did not give one hundred to me!“ “So, I only about myself should spread now mucks? I will not be! Better your nasty I will give one hundred! As - nibud from the fee …“ - I was indignant. But this reptile insinuated. Also surprised. No, not what sober was this time secured, and what Ranevskaya read. The great young woman was, I will tell you! The daughter of the oil king, and went in sad clowns. Generally, Vaska in something is right - I hate the books written from the first person! With rare exception like “Robinson Crusoe“ which one English spy wrote. Yes, and still the book about Geklberri Finna mistera M. Twain. There Gek fine about memoirs told when the widow read Douglas to it about Moisey in reeds and blabbed out that that died long ago! And Gek also declare that to him to spit on dead men who to neither him, nor the widow even without making related at all. Here so - that. You persist in, write, and to Gek on everything to spit …

As was used to say by one of my school teachers, we a little from a subject distracted! So about the book … While there, in the capitals, the destiny of my first book was decided, I began to scribble the second. A ball pen in notebooks school. In my opinion, synulya then guessed - who at it drags notebooks. Yes, soon only the fairy tale affects and cats on a smell of fish run. The friend who with the computer, and declares calls me: “To me here in repair the laptop was dragged. You do not want to try to learn to print?“

Ha, he still would ask … well, it is unimportant. Bear, I shout. Well, I will tell you, and the car. I know nobody more cleverly. Well, unless we had in one collective farm an accountant - a brain - and! Any audit for all years kopeks stolen did not find, and the lodge grew, constructions and two “Zhiguli“. In a hlevochka even inconveniently and to mention about carpets, gold, crystal and five pigs … So I about the computer. I had enough week to learn three main things: to include, switch off (correctly!) and fast it was simple to key “Vaska Is the Fool!“ further everything. No, I lie - double click by a mouse long did not turn out. It it seems as double vyzhy couplings when in the truck of speed you switch - beginners everything suffer! I already printed the text of the second book. Pishsudar, so to speak, if on - ancient. The copyist - badly somehow, I do not like ambiguities everyones. Worse only “scribbler“ …

… Is re-read everything and again did not keep, the reptile - threw the eternal spoon of tar in my amazing May honey: “First who will read this your saga, at once will tell that this pathetic imitation of Zoshchenko!“ I at first, of course, terribly took offense and wanted it nasty one hundred to it in … the person to throw and forbid the house, so to speak, and then whether one hundred it was a pity, whether still for what, but I thought that Zoshchenko - all this is not the worst company. And just the mention of his name near mine - it “is already “worth a lot“ as one young woman likes to declare on the TV, well very painfully taking any disagreement with her opinion … Imitation and plagiarism - all - different things. And I never stole someone else`s texts and I do not gather - the umishche is no place to put …

farther and to write - that, it seems, there is nothing. Since then several books are published, perhaps, and still will be. The most important what I proved to Is, as the simple man can achieve something if he gets down to business seriously …