A diary? Well no! Rather, notes, notes, memories – more correctly, physiology (a forgotten genre in which fiction is combined with journalism, sociology, psychology, in order to more fully, and more easily describe a social slice). And now the hero is already on the train, rushing him from the Russian province to the Russian capital, the car is full of the same like him, the provincials, and the provincial complains that nowhere in the province can not hide (even in the post the province is arranged in the same hotel ), ponders how the devil has pulled him to Petersburg, for there are no concessions for the construction of railroads, nor any other urgent matters in his memory.
However, the environment, as you know, sucks: everyone runs around the ministries and departments,
Prokop’s friend does not let him relax: he pulls the poor man in all circles and societies where the projects are written (now these projects are in vogue, they all write about reduction, another about expansion, another about shooting, about waste, because everyone I want a pie). “A