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It__ hard to say something about Pushkin to a person who doesn__ know anything about him. Pushkin is a great poet. Napoleon is not as great as Pushkin. Bismarck compared to Pushkin is a nobody. And the Alexanders, First, Second and Third, are just little kids compared to Pushkin. In fact, compared to Pushkin, all people are little kids, except Gogol. Compared to him, Pushkin is a little kid.And so, instead of writing about Pushkin, I would rather write about Gogol.Although, Gogol is so great that not a thing can be written about him, so I'll write about Pushkin after all.Yet, after Gogol, it__ a shame to have to write about Pushkin. But you can__ write anything about Gogol. So I__ rather not write anything about anyone.
Daniil Kharms Today I Wrote Nothing: The Selected Writings
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It__ hard to say something about Pushkin to a person who doesn__ know anything about him. Pushkin is a great poet. Napoleon is not as great as Pushkin. Bismarck compared to Pushkin is a nobody. And the Alexanders, First, Second and Third, are just little kids compared to Pushkin. In fact, compared to Pushkin, all people are little kids, except Gogol. Compared to him, Pushkin is a little kid.And so, instead of writing about Pushkin, I would rather write about Gogol.Although, Gogol is so great that not a thing can be written about him, so I'll write about Pushkin after all.Yet, after Gogol, it__ a shame to have to write about Pushkin. But you can__ write anything about Gogol. So I__ rather not write anything about anyone.
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Today I Wrote Nothing: The Selected Writings

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