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wow, i hope that one on the right won.. the left one sounds like dog shit..

In reply to @ff777:matrix.org
any way you did a good job.. give your brain a break for a while from having to try to read that weird language so you don't end up getting a headache or some thing..

On the way to America we did not take into consideration one thing:
hospitality, American hospitality. It is limitless and far outstrips everything
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possible or conceivable of its kind, including Russian, Siberian, and Georgian
hospitality. The first American you meet will not fail to invite you to his
house or to a restaurant to drink a cocktail with him. At each cocktail party
you will find ten friends of your new acquaintance. Each one of them will not
fail to invite you to a cocktail party of his own, and each one of these will
have ten or fifteen friends. in two days you suddenly acquire a hundred new
acquaintances, and within a week several thousand. It is simply dangerous to
spend a year in America, because you will be a confirmed drunkard and a kind of
Gleb Uspensky tramp.

On the stage a woman sang. She did not know how to sing. She bad the kind of voice that did not entitle her to hold forth even at birthday parties for the most indulgent relatives. She also danced. One did not have to be a balletomane to realize that this person would never become a ballerina. Yet the public
smiled approvingly. Apparently in this audience there were no fanatics of singing and no balletomanes. The audience had come here for something else.

The "something else" was explained when this singer of songs and dancer of dances suddenly began to tittup across the stage, casting off her clothes as she cut her capers. She cast them off quite slowly so that the audience might examine this artistic mise en scene in all its detail. Suddenly the jazz cackled, the music stopped, and with a bedroom scream the girl ran into the wings. The young men who filled the hall applauded enthusiastically. A master of ceremonies, a man of athletic appearance dressed in a dinner jacket, came out on
the stage and made a businesslike proposition:
"If you applaud harder she will take off something else."
Such an explosion of applause broke loose then as even Mattia Battistini or Anna Pavlova or Keane himself, the greatest of the great, could never expect in a lifetime from any audience. No! Mere talent cannot win such a public!
The performer again passed across the stage, sacrificing what little was left of her garments. To satisfy the theatre censorship, she held a bit of clothing before her with one hand.

This Zulu solemnity continued for several hours. It is pornography mechanized to such an extent that it acquires a kind of industrial and factory character.
There is as little eroticism in this spectacle as in a serial production of vacuum cleaners or adding machines.

On the way to America we did not take into consideration one thing: hospitality, American hospitality. It is limitless and far outstrips everything
possible or conceivable of its kind, including Russian, Siberian, and Georgian hospitality. The first American you meet will not fail to invite you to his house or to a restaurant to drink a cocktail with him. At each cocktail party you will find ten friends of your new acquaintance. Each one of them will not fail to invite you to a cocktail party of his own, and each one of these will have ten or fifteen friends. in two days you suddenly acquire a hundred new acquaintances, and within a week several thousand. It is simply dangerous to spend a year in America, because you will be a confirmed drunkard and a kind of Gleb Uspensky tramp.