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This book is alive and bites everything it wants. Here the words that may or may not exist, appear completely understandable, and those that have long been known to everyone, marvelling with unspoken turns. Here the characters of the stories at the first weather flow to the neighbouring pages, and the letters and rows pidstribuyut and dreaming. This book is so lively that in the morning a whole verse popped up — it had a rima: «tulips – marzipan». You haven't seen it? Well, then we'll look for him, and you go ahead and do the sawing.