Daniil Kharms

There lived a redheaded man who had no eyes or ears. He didn__ have hair either, so he was called a redhead arbitrarily. He couldn__ talk because he had no mouth. He had no nose either. He didn__ even have arms or legs. He had no stomach, he had no back, he had no spine, and he had no innards at all. He didn__ have anything. So we don__ even know who we__e talking about. It__ better that we don__ talk about him any more.

It__ hard to say something about Pushkin to a person who doesn__ know anything about him. Pushkin is a great poet. Napoleon is not as great as Pushkin. Bismarck compared to Pushkin is a nobody. And the Alexanders, First, Second and Third, are just little kids compared to Pushkin. In fact, compared to Pushkin, all people are little kids, except Gogol. Compared to him, Pushkin is a little kid.And so, instead of writing about Pushkin, I would rather write about Gogol.Although, Gogol is so great that not a thing can be written about him, so I'll write about Pushkin after all.Yet, after Gogol, it__ a shame to have to write about Pushkin. But you can__ write anything about Gogol. So I__ rather not write anything about anyone.

I was most happy when pen and paper were taken from me and I was forbidden from doing anything. I had no anxiety about doing nothing by my own fault, my conscience was clear, and I was happy. This was when I was in prison.