The Personal Hell of Writer Fraerman, or A Tale of First Love
In my childhood, I was probably an anti-Semite. And all because of him. Here he is. He always irritated me. I just adored the magnificent cycle of stories by Paustovsky about the cat-thief, the inflatable boat, and so on. And only he ruined everything. For a long time, I couldn’t understand — why was Paustovsky hanging out with this Fraerman? Some caricatured Jew, and his name is ridiculous […]
