How I Fired My FriendI couldn’t stay in one place.
I realized what the problem was. Like the hero of a fairy-tale, I was looking for the truth. I wanted to find out something important, in order to go on living.
And so I went away again. Outside the train window, the bloodless landscape of northern Russia extended: swamps and bushes. At the stops, white northern dogs came running up, with protruding ribs, and barked at us, lifting their martyr-like snouts.
I arrived in Severodvinsk at sunset. I was met by my friend Andryukha, and his friend Edik. Andryukha was a handsome blue-eyed man with high cheekbones, and a calm face. Edik was almost an Albino, tall, and constantly jumping up and down. He jumped as he waited on the platform, and jumped on the way to the car, as if he was being pull
