70s the last century. Young beginner author brought his first novel in the publisher. Editor, not looking in his side, said - young man, you see how much I have a similar products, I physically I can not all this to read. Therefore, open your novel on an arbitrary page and review the to me one paragraph. I just say you can you count on publication. Author opened the book and read: "count entered in the bedroom Countess, клацая cuffs on паркету. - not drink whether we кофею, asked count Countess. - does, - replied Countess. And count поимел Countess three times on windowsill." - what well, not bad for the beginning, - noted editor. Topic nobility and inevitable decomposition is interesting to our reader. But, of course, the text of it is necessary to modify, as is not clear communication plot with the working class. Week you on the completion. A week author read the editor of the new version: "count entered in the bedroom Countess, клацая cuffs on паркету. - not drink whether we кофею, asked count Countess. - does, - replied Countess. And count поимел Countess three times on windowsill. As for the Wall heard blows hammer, two blacksmith coval some железяку for the gate the count estate." - at once I can make a comment - said editor. - no revolutionary attitude, not felt надвигающаяся storm revolution, and without this novel print is impossible to. A week author brought in edition of the next version: "count entered in the bedroom Countess, клацая cuffs on паркету. - not drink whether we кофею, asked count Countess. - does, - replied Countess. And count поимел Countess three times on windowsill. As for the Wall heard blows hammer and нестройное singing, two blacksmith coval some железяку for the gate the count estate and sang" international. "- already better - said editor - but all somehow безрадостно, have a nobility, there are working class, but the working class no faith in a bright future. Author brought a modified version:" count entered in the bedroom Countess, клацая cuffs on паркету. - not drink whether we кофею, asked count Countess. - does, - replied Countess. And count поимел Countess three times on windowsill. As for the Wall heard blows hammer and нестройное singing, two blacksmith coval some железяку for the gate the count estate and sang "international." Suddenly blows stopped and there was a voice senior blacksmith, - stop work ванька, Dick with it, with железякой, tomorrow докуём!. "- a much better - praised the editor. But in the novel, претендующем on publication, be sure to be description of a wonderful Russian nature. New version of sounded like this:" count entered in the bedroom Countess, клацая cuffs on паркету. - not drink whether we кофею, asked count Countess. - does, - replied Countess. And count поимел Countess three times on windowsill. As for the Wall heard blows hammer and нестройное singing, two blacksmith coval some железяку for the gate the count estate and sang "international." Suddenly blows stopped and there was a voice senior blacksmith, - stop work ванька, Dick with it, with железякой, tomorrow докуём! Outside raged element already three hours was going torrential rain. "Well, praised the editor, but lack of mystery that so love our readers, it is necessary to finish. After a few days author brought a new version:" count entered in the bedroom Countess, клацая cuffs on паркету. - not drink whether we кофею, asked count Countess. - does, - replied Countess. And count поимел Countess three times on windowsill. As for the Wall heard blows hammer and нестройное singing, two blacksmith coval some железяку for the gate the count estate and sang "international." Suddenly blows stopped and there was a voice senior blacksmith, - stop work ванька, Dick with it, with железякой, tomorrow докуём! Outside raged element already three hours was going torrential rain. Of the fireplace торчала someone haired leg. "Stop - said editor. Mystery is, but you absolutely not revealed intolerable the position of the peasantry, and it should be sure to do. And actors is not enough for the novel. Author brought the next correction:" count entered in the bedroom Countess, клацая cuffs on паркету. - not drink whether we кофею, asked count Countess. - does, - replied Countess. And count поимел Countess three times on windowsill. As for the Wall heard blows hammer and нестройное singing, two blacksmith coval some железяку for the gate the count estate and sang "international." Suddenly blows stopped and there was a voice senior blacksmith, - stop work ванька, Dick with it, with железякой, tomorrow докуём! Outside raged element already three hours was going torrential rain. Of the fireplace торчала someone haired leg. In the yard estate under the cries, inhuman guffaw and noise rain, seven drunken peasants трахали dead mare. "- quite another thing, but also for our peasantry must be some way out, you can not interrupt the description of heavy lives peasants on such a sad note. Requires at least a small dose of optimism. Author brought revised version:" count entered in the bedroom Countess, клацая cuffs on паркету. - not drink whether we кофею, asked count Countess. - does, - replied Countess. And count поимел Countess three times on windowsill. As for the Wall heard blows hammer and нестройное singing, two blacksmith coval some железяку for the gate the count estate and sang "international." Suddenly blows stopped and there was a voice senior blacksmith, - stop work ванька, Dick with it, with железякой, tomorrow докуём! Outside raged element already three hours was going torrential rain. Of the fireplace торчала someone haired leg. In the yard estate under the cries, inhuman guffaw and noise rain, seven drunken peasants трахали dead mare. Suddenly one of them shouted, - men, go from here, we under the rain надрываемся, mare here and tomorrow will lie! ". Great - smiled editor - многоплановый novel emerges. There are subject nobility and his the decomposition, the theme of the working class and revolutionary attitude, is obvious faith in a bright future. Well shown our nature, there is an element of mystery and quite well described heavy share Russian peasant. Well would still show in your novel full decay of capitalist society and the inevitable the victory of socialism. A week author brought a new version:" count entered in the bedroom Countess, клацая cuffs on паркету. - not drink whether we кофею, asked count Countess. - does, - replied Countess. And count поимел Countess three times on windowsill. As for the Wall heard blows hammer and нестройное singing, two blacksmith coval some железяку for the gate the count estate and sang "international." Suddenly blows stopped and there was a voice senior blacksmith, - stop work ванька, Dick with it, with железякой, tomorrow докуём! Outside raged element already three hours was going torrential rain. Of the fireplace торчала someone haired leg. In the yard estate under the cries, inhuman guffaw and noise rain, seven drunken peasants трахали dead mare. Suddenly one of them shouted, - men, go from here, we under the rain надрываемся, mare here and tomorrow will lie! And in the same time on the attic neighboring home lower police ranks fun with the fallen Street women who in other social and political order could be a useful society. Смеркалось, but inevitably всходила over Russia dawn of socialism. "Well, - said editor - but you must add final bar and show guide and leadership Communist party. Themselves understand that in the present the political situation that it is necessary to make sure. In a couple of days author read the editor of the final version:" count entered in the bedroom Countess, клацая cuffs on паркету. - not drink whether we кофею, asked count Countess. - does, - replied Countess. And count поимел Countess three times on windowsill. As for the Wall heard blows hammer and нестройное singing, two blacksmith coval some железяку for the gate the count estate and sang "international." Suddenly blows stopped and there was a voice senior blacksmith, - stop work ванька, Dick with it, with железякой, tomorrow докуём! Outside raged element already three hours was going torrential rain. Of the fireplace торчала someone haired leg. In the yard estate under the cries, inhuman guffaw and noise rain, seven

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Так прикол весь в том, что они работали, по сути, над одним абзацем, и редактор утвердил этот один переделанный абзац, а вдруг там в остальном романе полнейший пиздец?

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Она,кстати,была очень годная

Анекдот, который переделывает сам себя!!! Моё увожение!

70-е годы прошлого века.
Молодой начинающий автор принес свой первый роман в издательство.
Редактор, не глядя в его сторону, сказал, - молодой человек, Вы видите, сколько у меня подобных произведений, я физически не могу всё это прочитать. Поэтому откройте Ваш роман на произвольной странице и прочтите мне один абзац. Я сразу скажу Вам, можете ли Вы рассчитывать на публикацию.
Автор открыл книгу и прочитал:

«Граф вошел в спальню графини, клацая манжетами по паркету.
- Не испить ли нам кофею, спросил граф графиню.
- Отнюдь, - ответила графиня.
И граф поимел графиню три раза на подоконнике».

Молодец, - похвалил редактор, - роман практически готов к печати. Но я хотел бы обсудить название Вашего произведения. Предварительное рабочее название Вашего романа – «Эх, ёб твою мать!!!». Хорошее название, бойкое с сильным глубинным смыслом. Но, если не возражаете, я бы предложил убрать из названия междометие «Эх», уж слишком сильно цыганщиной отдаёт. Согласны?
- Согласен, - ответил автор.
Редактор кивнул и красным редакторским карандашом черканул в левом верхнем углу рукописи, - «В печать!».

Граф вошел в спальню графини. А нет, это были два кузнеца. Граф вошел в спальню двух кузнецов.

70-е годы прошлого века.
Молодой начинающий автор принес свой первый роман в издательство.
Редактор, не глядя в его сторону, сказал, - молодой человек, Вы видите, сколько у меня подобных произведений, я физически не могу всё это прочитать. Поэтому откройте Ваш роман на произвольной странице и прочтите мне один абзац. Я сразу скажу Вам, можете ли Вы рассчитывать на публикацию.
Автор открыл книгу и прочитал:

"Граф вошел в спальню графини, клацая манжетами по паркету.
- Не испить ли нам кофею, спросил граф графиню.
- Отнюдь, - ответила графиня.
И граф поимел графиню три раза на подоконнике.
А за стеной раздавались удары молота и нестройное пение, два кузнеца ковали какую-то железяку для ворот графской усадьбы и пели «Интернационал». Вдруг удары прекратились и раздался голос старшего кузнеца, - кончай работу, Ванька, хуй с ней, с железякой, завтра докуём!
За окном бушевала стихия, уже три часа шел проливной дождь.
Из камина торчала чья-то волосатая нога.
Во дворе усадьбы под крики, нечеловеческий гогот и шум дождя" семеро пьяных крестьян трахали свинью" - «Охуенная тема! В печать!».