Devil in the Words. Книга для практики английского языка

He was so inspired byВ his thoughts that his condition could be compared toВ schizophrenia, because now he imagines himself toВ be an outstanding classicist, capable ofВ writing aВ novel no worse than those ofВ the most outstanding classics ofВ the world. He was ready toВ return home and create, write, fill pages with text, create new events, new moments, new thoughts. But first, it was necessary toВ walk at least one lap around the park so that Motya could do all her business.

AВ warm light wind was blowing. The sun was hot.

Girls were running along the asphalt road, children were rollerblading and riding bicycles, and people with dogs were walking along the lawns. Peter walked along the path, not far from the roadway, completely immersed in thoughts about his book. Although most of his thoughts were still not about the book, but about how much he could earn from it. Million? Or maybe two? What if the book sells a million copies, and from each copy he receives fifty rubles? Fifty million? Peter’s heart began to beat faster.

– This is a game with fate, a game with luck. After all, no one can say for sure whether my book will be popular or how many copies will be sold. – Peter thought. – It’s like playing roulette. I ’m writing a book, and I’m setting it free to float, and then, depending on your luck. It happens that people find treasures, or win the lottery. Yes, it’s like winning the lottery. I’m writing a book and starting my lottery game. Whether I will be able to promote my book among thousands of other books, and whether people will buy it, no one knows.

A girl rode past Peter on a bicycle. Peter stared after her. Her figure drove him crazy. He really wanted to catch up with her, and get to know her, start a relationship with her, take her to the movies, and then to a restaurant, and then marry her, have children, and what not flashed through Peter’s head as he looked after the charming of a girl who rode past him on a bicycle.

But he could not do this, because he had no money. Anger at the whole world awakened inВ him.

– Why me? There are so many people around, and everyone has cars, money, relationships. Do I have anything? Why am I worse than others? – he turned it over in his head, looking around. – What a fate.

He walked around the park and went back to the house. Motya continued to sniff all the bushes that came along the way. Peter’s mood dropped somewhat.