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He was an usual journalist and writer. He thought he'll end his life in poverty, writing dull articles for the local newspaper. But one day everything changed. He had a dream, and there were a plot of his new story
he decided to publish this story, because he knew, it will change the whole world. It will be the best story ever written. And he began to write....
But unfortunately, his neighbors began to reconstruct their flat. The noise was terrible. The man called the police, tried to ignore this dreadful noise, but he couldn't concentrate on his work.
He became very angry and tired. He ate nothing. He slept hardly two hours a day. And one day
he decided to talk with them.
He thought the neighbors will understand him, but they were extremely down-to-earth people and didn't understood how he could think of his novel, if they are reconstructing their flat. How could he hope in success! They were not interested in literature and their only hobby for about 5 years was watching TV. There were no art in the world, thought they. They were very narrow-minded, and he was a high flier.
The man was depressed and angry. There were no justice in the world. He wrote his novel, furious and offended. Word for word, chapter for chapter.
And one day he published it and became famous. His novel was read by all critics, and they said, he was a genius. He won a lot of awards and became rich.
So he bought a villa near the sea and forgot about the neighbors. And they were proud of themselves, because they finally finished the reconstruction.
He was an usual journalist and writer. He thought he'll end his life in poverty, writing dull articles for the local newspaper. But one day everything changed. He had a dream, and there were a plot of his new story
he decided to publish this story, because he knew, it will change the whole world. It will be the best story ever written. And he began to write....
But unfortunately, his neighbors began to reconstruct their flat. The noise was terrible. The man called the police, tried to ignore this dreadful noise, but he couldn't concentrate on his work.
He became very angry and tired. He ate nothing. He slept hardly two hours a day. And one day
he decided to talk with them.
He thought the neighbors will understand him, but they were extremely down-to-earth people and didn't understood how he could think of his novel, if they are reconstructing their flat. How could he hope in success! They were not interested in literature and their only hobby for about 5 years was watching TV. There were no art in the world, thought they. They were very narrow-minded, and he was a high flier.
The man was depressed and angry. There were no justice in the world. He wrote his novel, furious and offended. Word for word, chapter for chapter.
And one day he published it and became famous. His novel was read by all critics, and they said, he was a genius. He won a lot of awards and became rich.
So he bought a villa near the sea and forgot about the neighbors. And they were proud of themselves, because they finally finished the reconstruction.
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