 have chosen a more important job, like being a doctor or a financial counselor.

Vladimir did not even know what kind of beast was a financial counselor. Anyway it was a premature choice. In the meantime, adolescence had come. Vladimir suddenly had become taller than his father. All his friends had kissed at least one girl, while he was looking in the mirror, discovering he had a bent nose, getting to the conclusions the girls would have noticed it and would have avoided even eating an ice-cream with him.

But the worse thing was that teen-agers were concerned with just two topics: football and rock singers. Their world was divided into supporters of Milan and supporters of Bilbao, with just a few different supporters. Or Baby Shambles and Zebrahead. A Zebrahead could be a supporter of Milan, too. Others could not. Finally, they were aware of all the popular topics and Vladimir pretended to understand in order not to look stupid. He, on the contrary, thanks to his old fashioned family, divided the world in Mozart fans (his favorites) and Beethoven fans (all much older). Or, better, in supporters of Tolstoy or Dostoevsky.

A few pitiful friends lent him some rock records. But he never convinced his father to let him listen to them with a high volume. Thus Vladimir decided he wanted to die every morning. But he had always a novel to finish. He could not stand to not know if the murder was discovered by the hero or if the protagonist had psychiatric problems or if Mars was happily colonized by men. Once he finished a novel, he started a new one. Thus he never found the right moment to give his pain an end.

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The subway was not like once upon a time. Igor remembered very well the terrible day when two big bullies were waiting for him at the Duomo station in the evening. They dragged him behind the dark corner of an abandoned small road and then knocked him down with kicks and blows. He gave them the money at once, but they did not stop. Maybe he lost consciousness as at a certain point the two chaps had disappeared. He tried to rise up but fell down and decided it was better to sleep. In the morning he would have felt better.

Actually the day after he could at least stand up. The odd thing was they did not take the accordion away. They did not even break it. Maybe they
have chosen a more important job, like being a doctor or a fiscal advocate. 

 Vladimir did not even sleep together what kind of beast was a fiscal counselor. anyhow it was a premature choice. In the interim, adolescence had fall. Vladimir suddenly had become tall than his father. All his friends had kiss at least one girl, while he was looking in the mirror, unwrap he experience a bent nose, getting to the decision the girls would have noticed it and would have avoided even eat an ice - cream with him. 

 But the worse thing was that teen - agers were refer with just two topics: football and rock singers. Their world was divide into supporters of Milan and supporters of Bilbao, with just a few different supporters. Or Baby Shambles and Zebrahead. A Zebrahead could be a garter of Milan, too. Others could not. Finally, they were aware of all the popular topics and Vladimir pretended to understand in order not to look stupid. He, on the reverse, thanks to his erstwhile fashioned family, separate the worldly concern in Mozart fans (his favorites) and Beethoven fan (all much older). Or, better, in supporters of Tolstoy or Dostoevsky. 

 A few hapless friends lent him some rock records. But he never convinced his father to get him listen to them with a high volume. Thus Vladimir decide he wanted to fail every dawn. But he had always a novel to finish. He could not stand to not acknowledge if the murder was discovered by the hero or if the protagonist take psychiatric problem or if Mars was happily colonized by men. Once he finish a novel, he started a raw one. Thus he never found the correct moment to move over his pain an goal. 

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 The subway was not like once upon a prison term. Igor remembered very well the terrible day when two big bullies were wait for him at the Duomo station in the evening. They dragged him behind the dark corner of an abandoned small road and then knocked him down with kicks and blows. He yield them the money at once, but they did not stop. possibly he lost consciousness as at a certain compass point the two chaps had disappeared. He tried to rebel up but fell down and decided it was better to sleep. In the morning he would have felt better. 

 Actually the sidereal day after he could at least stand up. The odd matter was they did not claim the accordion away. They did not even break it. Maybe they
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have chosen a more important job, like doctor a financial Vladimir did not beast a financial counselor. it was a choice. In the meantime, adolescence had Vladimir suddenly had become taller than his father. All his friends had kissed least one girl, while he was looking in the mirror, discovering he had bent getting the the girls would have noticed it and would have avoided even eating an ice-cream with him. the worse thing was that teen-agers were concerned just two topics: football rock singers. Their world was into of Milan supporters Bilbao, just a few supporters. Or Baby Shambles and Zebrahead. A Zebrahead could be a supporter of Milan, too. Others could Finally, they of all popular and pretended to understand not to look stupid. He, on to his old fashioned family, divided the world Mozart fans favorites) and Beethoven fans (all much Or, better, in supporters of Tolstoy or Dostoevsky. few pitiful friends lent him some rock records. But he never convinced his father to listen to them with high volume. Thus decided wanted die morning. But had always a novel to finish. He could not stand to know if the murder was discovered by the hero or protagonist psychiatric problems or Mars was happily colonized men. he finished a novel, a one. found right to give his pain end. ++++++ The subway was like once upon a the terrible day when two big bullies were for him at the Duomo station in evening. They dragged him behind the dark corner of an abandoned small and then down with kicks and blows. He gave them money at once, but did not stop. Maybe he lost consciousness as at certain the two had disappeared. He to rise up fell down and was better sleep. the have felt better. Actually the day he at least stand up. The thing did not take the accordion away. They did not even break it. Maybe they
 have chosen a more important jOb, like beinG a docTor Or a FiNancIal cOunselor.

VladimIR did Not even know what kind of bEast wAs A FinaNCiAl couNselor. ANYwAY It wAs A pRemAtURe ChoicE. In The meanTime, adolesCenCe Had come. VladiMIr Suddenly haD beCome taller thAn hIs fathEr. all HIs friEndS had kIssed aT Least oNe girl, whiLe HE was loOKing in tHE MiRror, Discovering he had a BEnT Nose, getting to tHe concLuSIoNS The GirLs would havE nOticeD It and woULd HAVE avOIded even eatinG an ice-cream WIth Him.

But ThE woRSe thinG was tHaT TeeN-agers were cOnceRned with jUst two TOpics: foOTball anD rock sIngErs. theiR WoRlD waS dIVidED iNto SUppOrters of miLaN and sUppoRTERS of BIlbAo, wiTh jusT a few differenT suPporTErs. or BabY ShamBles AnD ZebrAhead. A zebraHeAd could be a suppoRter Of Milan, toO. OtHeRs cOuLd not. fInally, TheY weRe aware Of all thE PopUlAR TOpIcs and Vladimir pretEnDED tO understAnd in oRDeR nOT to look sTuPid. he, on THE contRary, THaNks to his Old fasHIoNeD family, DiVided tHe WorLd iN MozaRT fanS (his faVorites) aNd BeeTHoven fans (all muCH older). Or, betteR, In SUPpORterS of tolstoy or DoStoeVSky.

A Few pITiFul FRiendS lent HiM SoME rock records. But he neVeR conviNced hIs father to let Him listen tO THEm with a hIgh vOLuME. Thus Vladimir dEcideD he wanted tO Die every MorniNg. But he hAd always a NOVel to finIsh. he cOulD noT STaNd to not know if THE murDeR was disCovEred by tHe hEro Or iF thE pRotagonisT had psycHiAtRiC pRobLems oR If Mars waS hAppIlY coLonizED by men. once hE finIsHeD A noVel, he stARtED A new OnE. THus hE neVeR founD the RIghT moment To give his PaiN An enD.

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THe Subway wAs not like once UpOn a time. IgoR rEmeMbered VERy well thE terrible day when two big bULlies weRe wAitinG for Him at the DUomO statiOn iN The eveNing. ThEy draGgEd hIM BehinD THe DarK cOrner of an aBANdoNed smAlL roaD and theN knocked him down witH KicKs and blows. He gAve Them THE mOneY At ONce, BuT TheY DId not stop. Maybe hE lost conscIoUSnEss as at a ceRTaiN pOint the Two chapS had dISappearEd. He tried To rise up bUt Fell DOWn aNd decided iT was bettEr to sleep. iN the mORnIng he WouLd have FeLt bEtter.

actualLY thE day aFter he CoUld at lEast sTaNd up. The oDd thing was they did not takE the acCordiOn aWay. They diD noT EveN break it. MAybe They
 have chosen a more import ant job, l ike b ein g a  d octo r or  a financial c o unse lor.

Vladimir did not  even  k n ow w h at  kind  of bea s tw a s a  f in anc ia l  c ounse lor . Anywa y it was a  pr em ature choice .  I n the mean tim e, adolescen cehad co me . V l adimi r s udden ly had become  taller t ha n  his f a ther. A l l  h is f riends had kissed at least one girl , whil eh ew a s l ook ing in the  m irror ,  discov e ri n g heh ad a bent nos e, gettingt o t he con cl usi o ns the  girl sw oul d have noti cedit and wo uld ha v e avoid e d eveneating  an  ic e-cr e am  w ith  h i m.Bu t t h e w orse thi ng  w as th at t e e n - ager s w ereconce rned with jus t t wo t o pic s: fo otbal l an drocksinger s. Th ei r world was div ided  into sup por te rsof  Mila n  and s upp ort ers ofBilbao, wit hj u s ta few different su pp o r te rs. Or B aby Sh a mb le s  and Zeb ra hea d. A Z ebrah eadc ou ld be asuppor t er  o f Milan ,too. O th ers  co uld n o t. F inally , they w ere a w are of all the popular topic s  a n d  V l adim irpretended t o un d erst andi nord e r not  to l oo k  s t upid. He, on the co nt rary,thank s to his oldfashionedf a m ily, div ided th e  world in Moza rt fa ns (his fa v orites)and B eethoven  fans (al l much old er) . O r,bet t e r,  in supporter s of T ol stoy or  Do stoevsk y.
Afew  pi ti ful frien ds lenthi mso me  ro ck re c ords. Bu thene ver  conv i nced h is fa ther  t ol ethim lis t en t o th em  w itha h ig h vol ume. Thu s Vladi mir decid edh e wa nt ed  to die  every mornin g.  But he ha dalw ays an o vel to f inish. He could not sta n d to no t k now i f th e murderwas  disco ver e d by t he her o orif  th e prota g o ni stha d psychiat r i c p roble ms  orif Mars  was happily colon i zed  by men. Once  he  fin i s he d a no v el,  h e  st a r ted a new one.Thus he ne ve r  f ound the r i ght  m oment t o givehis p a in an e nd.

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The s ub wayw a s n ot like on ce upona time. I g or re m em bered  ve ry wel lthe  terr ible d a y w hen t wo big  b ullies  were  w aiting f or him at the Duomo sta tion i n the  ev ening. Th eyd rag ged him b ehin d the dark  co rne r ofana bando neds ma llr oad a nd t h en knocke d  h imd o wn  with kicks a n d b lows.  He gave t hemthe money at once ,  but they didnots t op.  Ma y be h elost conscious nes sa s  at a ce rt ain point t he two c ha p s had  disap peared . He tr i e dt o rise  upbut  fell dow n a nd decided  i tw as bet terto  sleep . In t h e mo r n ing he would hav e fel t bette r .
Actua ll y the d a y af ter he cou ld at least  stand  up.  Theodd thi ng  was t hey  d id not tak e  the acco rdion  away.Th ey d idnot ev en b r e ak it . Ma yb e t hey
 have_chosen a_more important job, like_being a_doctor_or a_financial_counselor.

Vladimir did not_even know what_kind of beast was_a financial counselor._Anyway_it was a premature choice. In the meantime, adolescence had come. Vladimir suddenly had_become_taller than_his_father._All his friends had kissed_at least one girl, while_he was_looking in the mirror, discovering he had a_bent_nose, getting to_the conclusions the girls would have noticed it and_would have avoided even eating an_ice-cream with him.

But_the_worse_thing was that teen-agers_were concerned with just two topics:_football and rock singers. Their world_was divided into supporters of Milan and_supporters of Bilbao, with just a_few different supporters. Or Baby_Shambles and_Zebrahead. A Zebrahead could be_a supporter of_Milan, too._Others could not._Finally, they were aware of all_the popular topics_and Vladimir pretended to understand in_order_not to look_stupid._He,_on the_contrary, thanks to_his_old fashioned_family,_divided the world in Mozart fans_(his_favorites) and Beethoven fans (all much older)._Or, better, in supporters_of_Tolstoy or Dostoevsky.

A few_pitiful friends lent him some_rock records. But he never convinced_his father_to let_him listen to them with a high volume. Thus Vladimir decided_he wanted to die every morning._But he had always_a novel_to_finish. He could_not_stand to_not know if the murder was discovered_by the_hero or if the protagonist had_psychiatric problems or if_Mars_was happily colonized by men. Once_he finished a novel, he started_a new one. Thus he_never_found_the right moment to give_his pain an end.

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The subway was_not like once_upon a time. Igor remembered very well_the_terrible day when two big bullies_were_waiting for him at the Duomo_station_in_the evening. They dragged him_behind the dark corner of an_abandoned small road and then knocked him down with_kicks and blows._He gave them the money_at_once,_but they did not stop. Maybe he lost consciousness as_at a_certain point the_two chaps had disappeared. He tried to rise up but_fell down and decided it was better_to sleep. In the morning he would have felt better.

Actually the_day after he could at least stand up._The odd thing was they did not_take the accordion away._They_did not even break it. Maybe they