šodien no rīta lasīju Paris Review intervijas, man tas pēdējās dienās ir kā "līmēt pie sienām tos īstos cilvēkus".
"During a break Brodsky asked what kind of beer the interviewer would like and set out for the corner store. As he was returning through the back courtyard one of his neighbors called out: “How are you, Joseph? You look like you’re losing weight.” “I don’t know,” answered Brodsky’s voice. “Certainly I’m losing my hair.” A moment later he added: “And my mind.”