it's going to be a short one, as I am tired and stressed a bit, but oh well, I have you to talk with about bullshit, so I feel better.
I went to some sort of a big supermarket where they sell all the possible house/home stuff (it is too much of markets for me lately, I am stressed)
so, while a friend of mine was looking for the next crappy thing to buy, I walked around, staring at their products.
One was quite good. It was a wooden house, with two rooms, not too big but ok for 2 people. Its price, 6+ thousands euro, compared to most prices (especially for houses) seemed very decent. Of course its a very basic house, but I started thinking that with a proper heating it could be nice even in winter (I live in Greece), then I could also set up solar power (those batteries were on top of the house, I didn't come up with that one on my own) and so I'd have my own house, leaving independently from state for just 10+ thousands euro. Which I still don't have, but now it looks affordable, meanwhile before it was a dream I was sure would never come true. The only problem is...where to settle down? Everything is damn private property. You just can't go wherever you want and crash there with your little house, damn it. You are obliged to stay where you are, to work for money and everything around you is arranged so that you'll never have enough of it (money). And if one day you get tired and say Fuck It, I don't want your fancy life, you realize...you cannot escape, you are not allowed...shit. So, I said, I will start looking for a place that would be comfortable for my lil dream-house and won't be private property (most likely a small island, but those are too far from civilization with all the consequences of living in the wild). While thinking about all that I bumped into this



right, stones for sale. I have been staring at them for a while and then
because I was already tired and previously annoyed by an insurance company guy, I felt like smashing my head into those stones to damage it enough so that my brain will stop making me feel weird. My brain makes me tired, everyday it is like 'Look! Weird Stuff!" and I am like "Why? What's weird about it?" and my brain is like "Well, think about it, use me, that's what I am sitting here for, stupid idiot"
So, I started thinking (always hard for me damn thinking process). Stones for sale...these stones don't look artificial, they seem to be natural. So, they gathered them, brought them here, which is good, someone won't have to gather stones if they need them, they can go and buy them, provided they have money. I don't have money, but I don't need stones either...hm what if I need them? well I guess I'll go and gather them myself? dammit, who buys these stones?? If they are here and so many, someone must be buying them. Well, someone buys water as well ( including me, although the nature provides it for free, but our gov-t doesn't bother about cleaning systems, so sink water is no good to drink, in Greece there is so much asbestos in it), they already offer canned oxygen for sale too.... They take good care of us, living in this polluted environment and spending all our time trying to make money or trying to figure out how to make it(me) or preparing ourselves to start making it (our beloved students). Once of a sudden it cracked me up: I imagined our bright future, working to get paid to buy water, air, stones(??) (my friend hates it, when we are walking somewhere and then I just start laughing). And then one day the people will rebel, saying 'why spend time working for money to be able to pay for stones if we can go gather them in a nice healthy environment where air and water are also free? Let's get out of here!" Well, that won't be easy. First of all private property everywhere (Greece isn't big enough to get lost in the middle of nowhere), second: we are products of civilization- we need bathroom, telly, hell INTERNET! I decided, I have to think more about all that. So yes, my friend, when I started laughing and put out my cellphone again to take pix of the stones, she was like "Oh no...now what?", I said "well, dude...it's 'a time to gather stones" She:

"F U. This time I'll pretend I don't know you"
ps did I say it was going to be short? :/
As for stones, I have a couple right here and I can sell them to you for a reasonable price.
thank you, I don't think I can be bothered, moving with the entire house to Canada. Besides I like the weather here better.
I also have a couple of stones, I can give them to you for free.
Or may be we can exchange our stones as a sign of peace and friendship between Greece and Canada?
you reminded me of another story written by Alexander Grin called The Green Lamp. Where a brit millionaire Stilton and his wealthy friend find a poor irish young man, passed out on the street. Stilton stopped by and his friend said 'let's go, he is probably drunk or dead' and the guy responded 'no, I am hungry and alive'. Stilton says 'the only real way to have fun is to turn people into your toys, I have an idea" and he offers that guy a fair payment and a room if the guy promises every day from 5 to 12 to stay in, not accept any visitors and have a green lamp on by the window. If he agrees, then one day some people will visit him and make him a very wealthy dude O_o Of course the poor dude agrees. The next day Stilton, standing infront of the irish dude's new place with his wealthy friend and looking at the green lamp in the window said: "so, my friend, whenever you are bored, come over here and smile looking at that idiot there next to the green lamp. An idiot who I've bought and he was so cheap. Most likely he will end up in drunk delirium or just go mental, but he will be waiting, waiting not knowing what he is waiting for, but he will be"
8 years later...
At the end the doc says oh well, stay here, when you recover I will give you a job lol
http://krzizanovskij.narod.ru/krz_gr.jpg
But I didn't know they knew each other. It appears that Krzhizhanovsky highly valued Grin, although they were extremely different writers, both psychologically and stylistically.
me neither. Now it's interesting, why would 2 writers that know each other write the same story. I am going to look into it
I believe such kind of thing has happened a lot of times in literature, and even with shorter pieces of writing, as was the case, for example, with a theme of Greek epigram, in which a priest of Cybele, when hiding from rain in a cave, stumbled upon a lion, but remained calm and forced the poor beast out of the cave with the terrible sound of his tambourine. If I am not mistaken, I've read three or four epigrams about that intrepid priest, all by different authors.
Let alone that jazz musicians have played and improvised on each other's pieces boundlessly, even when they hated each other
But in every particular case there surely could be some surprising details.