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A litle more of Gogol's absurd story of nasal knavery. In the first part, Ivan Yakovlevitch finds a nose in a bread roll and attempts to dispose of it, only to be accosted by a constable.
Many questions linger unanswered; if Collegiate Assessor Kovalev had no nose, then how did he smell?
Enjoy, but do not allow yourself to become too excitable. It may be the 4th of April before the next installment is up.
Friday, 28 March 2008
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Нету Носов. Так жал!
(No Nose. What a shame!
It's coming, dearest, fondest, most favoured Zabet.
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