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Mihail Mishin
Михаил Мишин
Birth at
2 April 1947
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Born in Tashkent, then moved from Leningrad to Moscow, where he returned from Odessa, where he noted that he was born. Namely the second of April. And the first in Odessa holiday of humor. I'm always there at this time. And then I came back, and the publisher called that you need a biography for the book. I mean, a car. I've got one. I read it two years ago in Odessa. In two years, nothing in the biography has changed. Only a tooth came out. Here's the biography. Twice twenty five. Ten five-year
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Born in Tashkent, then moved from Leningrad to Moscow, where he returned from Odessa, where he noted that he was born. Namely the second of April. And the first in Odessa holiday of humor. I'm always there at this time. And then I came back, and the publisher called that you need a biography for the book. I mean, a car. I've got one. I read it two years ago in Odessa. In two years, nothing in the biography has changed. Only a tooth came out. Here's the biography. Twice twenty five. Ten five-year plans. Eighteen thousand two hundred and sixty-three days. Including leaps. The clock count is stupid. So I counted 437,712 hours plus twenty minutes. It's twenty-one. The results of a long journey. Details now. Born in Tashkent. Then he moved from Leningrad to Moscow. From where once a year flew to Odessa to celebrate. That's right. Now more details. Born in April, he wrote the word "Approval-s" and was again in April. In between moved, changed and repaired. Born, moved, married, renovated, divorced, changed, renovated, married. And now, it seems, I will be renovating before moving to the final apartment, which cannot be changed. Now it's all in detail. I was born in April, then I do not remember, then April in Odessa. Then winter, then I don’t remember, then April in Odessa, but I’m thirty. All my holidays for some reason in Odessa, for some reason with zero at the end. Twenty years ago, that Odessa girl had such hips that she seemed smart. My mother forgave me my thirtieth birthday in Odessa in three years. Dad was still there. The liver wasn't there yet. Although the world law has already discovered, the number of organs in the body increases with age. Now the body is just full of them. Then, I remember, I caught a cold, then April, and I’m forty – but not in Odessa. So there was no forty. Then a script, then a book, then a Raikin. Then it's like an institute. Or not, then the prize. I mean, the Golden Calf. Or not, Golden Ostap. I don't remember. But then, right, the banquet. I remember the banquet well, after the banquet bad. But I remember the liver. Then winter, then I remember, then Odessa again appeared. We had a threesome - her, me and the liver. Like Mayakovsky and Bricky. This morning she went to another man, I think. The liver and I were carrying her suitcase. Then I don’t remember, then I don’t even want to remember, then again April, once a year Odessa. The wife, as always, does not interfere, the daughter has not yet matured, the son is far away. The liver went to another. That's the bottom line. And in the future - winter, which I remember every day more and more. But it's still after that... In the meantime, in the same place. Between past and future. Where we meet.
Sincerely yours, Mikhail Mishin.