We all are afraid that the Bolsheviks will force us to give part of our apartments to workers who have nowhere to go.
The year is 1918, and I never leave a house without…a gunny sack.
A friend who always make me laugh is Durga. She puts all her faith in fortune-telling, and an auspicious prophecy gives her the energy to go on, like a battery keeping a torch alight.
A smart person who values his peace of mind would rather spend 35 kopeks on a collections of jokes or pornographic postcards. But I would buy newspapers and look for something encouraging.