Denial of. The story is fiction.

Stas wrote stories. They were not taken in the editorial offices, waved away, until, once ...
“All the evening and the whole next night Stas did not sleep. By morning he went to the next stall and bought a bottle of champagne, he was worried and wanted, even if alone, to mark this day. The day when the first story was accepted in print, the day when he received his first author´s fee. After drinking almost the entire bottle at once, Stas fell asleep. He didn’t dream ... And a day later, inspired by his first success, Stas sat down to write. And he wrote. Long and hard he tried to find colorful expressions, comparisons, metaphors For a long time he froze over the paper, gnawing on the pen. izhnym front of the computer, finding no continuation. Stories do not go. recalls hedgehogs, but as the heavy memory of the beginning of a creative way ... "
According to this Stas refutation of his dream, the son managed to come to a neighbor, to Aunt Masha! Managed...