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| Radosław Nowakowski Non-description of Moscow Alexy Remizov The Clock ISBN: 978-83-61946-60-1  year:  1993 (the first version
                    printed on dot matrix printer - A5, hardbound) 
                    2003 (the second version printed on ink jet printer
                    - 21x21cm, hardbound)  2010 (the third version)size:
                  26cm x 21cm covers: softbound (Japanese binding) + cardboard slipcase paper: 90g, white, two kinds print: laser or inkjet printer language: Polish open edition 21 copies of the first and the second versions have been made so far copies of the third version are dated so their number is not known Almost one hundred
                  and twenty years ago Aleksy Remizov wrote a short
                  novel titled The Clock. It tells a story,
                  among others, of Kostia Klochkov. Kostia had a crooked
                  nose and the whole town laughed at him. One day he
                  decided to take revenge and damaged the clock on a
                  cerkov tower. He thought he would thus become the
                  master of time, while those who used to laugh at him
                  would be his subjects. Indeed, Kostia thought
                  different things ..... Ninety years after The
                    Clock had been written I translated this book.
                  And it just happened that when I was working on it I
                  went to Moscow for a few days. I was to play a concert
                  there and I was to look for one word that seemed very
                  important for the book and I couldn’t find in any
                  dictionary. Nondescritpion of Moscow tells
                  what was going on there and then. Really strange
                  things were going on there and then. Mainly with and
                  due to time. So, Nondescription
                    of Moscow comments The Clock while The
                    Clock comments Nondescription of Moscow.
                  That is why they are together. Looking into each
                  other’s eyes. Ten years after I had come back from
                  Moscow I decided to make this book a square. And to
                  get all paragraphs drunk. Seven years after I have changed only the size and binding.    |