The personal hell of the writer Fraerman, or the Tale of first love
As a child, I was probably an anti-Semite. And all because of him. Here he is. He always annoyed me. I simply adored Paustovsky’s magnificent series of stories about a thief cat, a rubber boat, etc. And only he spoiled everything. For a long time I could not understand why Paustovsky was hanging out with this Fraerman? Some cartoonish Jew with a stupid name […]