Sclerosis, scattered in life. Shirvindt A.

from the author: Why is this book written? From the usual vanity? From a feeling of unheard of its significance and the need to tell humanity something that could not occur to him? From the graphomaniac thirst, to write a huge amount of scarce paper in words, and all the time about yourself, about yourself, yourself, love!

Yes, to be honest, all this is present, but to be honest, then it is honest, then I really want to at least a little fix your time, my friends, my house, which means your life.