Habibullo-Eugene Kiselev
A Synopsis of my Life
July 11th, 2018, Wednesday, 09:52:55 p.m.
Yekaterinburg, Russia. GMT 05:00
As I was coming back from the University tonight, I met an elderly lady, who earlier was an elevator operator in the house where I am currently living. She was sitting on a bench in the doorway. I said “hello”, she greeted me in return. “Are you an IT specialist?” – she said. “No, I’m not” – I replied. “Ah, you are a writer, right? You’re like a Zoyka’s husband, aren’t you?” – she continued. “I don’t know, well, maybe, but I’m not sure” – I said with embarrassment.
When she said Zoyka, she meant Zoya Drath (Russian: Зоя Драт), a spouse of Alexander Drath, poet and prose writer, member of the Union of Writers of Russia. They live next door to us, in the opposite block.
On the one hand, I loved to hear that, I felt a feeble impulse of fame. Fame? Maybe. Anyway, this is a good motivation to continue working even harder.
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