post about the creative process. Take for example George Sand and Alfred de Musset. How is it they have all occurred in the representation sredneobrazovannogo Russian man, one who knows who they all were such.
So. Imagine a small apartment in Montmartre. Morning Wakes charming, slightly Popeye Georges, carefully dressed in a suit, stroking the head of tousled blond brilliant poet Alfred de Musset, and, clutching a bottle of milk and two crisp croissant, is sent to the office. In his office nee Aurora Kenigsmark 6:00 sitting and working on a new novel in four volumes.
brilliant poet Alfred de Musset wakes up two hours later. He wears a shirt and ties a handkerchief. Thinking, puts everything else, and goes a tavern on the corner. In a tavern he uses duck fillet with Sauvignon, and totally satisfied with breakfast, goes vosovyasi. On the way, so come in shop, where spending the last of the money (almost all of his cash he spent on the duck fillets) for a bottle of young red and steals the chicken. Pinching young saleswoman for her plump ass, he returns to Montmartre, fry the chicken and used it for a young red, while enjoying views of Paris in the window. Then, deciding that is time (6 hours have passed), he breaks into the room Georges, and not paying attention to the unconvincing resistance, carries her to the bed of love. It does not take hours, like an inspired Alfred de Musset encircles view of Paris rooftops in the window and the charm of the beloved, and produces something like:
... when the evening mist happy,
cats in attics give birth to serenade ...
and quickly recorded for posterity. Then they get up, dress up and go to secular music-literary evening in the salon of Marie d'Agu.
In fact, the usual creative process happening as it occurred in George Sand. Six hours a day arbayten. And Alfred de Musset, the way I portrayed it here, never existed ...
