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"here emotions were stored. poured in bottles and sealed with wax, they were given different labels: brandy, vodka, georgian wine; but in actual fact the bottles were filled with sadness, gaiety, unbridled anger, touching trustfulness, irratibility and recklessness. the emotions were biding their time. in due course they would come out of their glass prisons, and hear stupid farewell toasts, and run riot in hands clutching at tablecloths, on lips kissing at random, in lungs taking in extra air in order to sing 'moscow nights' lustily. "time is on our side," they told themselves, as their many colors gleamed in the electric light. "our cause is just. our day will come..."
--nikolai arzhak.