One morning, in a fit of determination to start her life from scratch, she destroyed all of her verselets (poems): some of them were burned, others were drowned in a toilet. As if in response to such betrayal, new verses stopped coming to her; That was good, of course, for it could help Lena quit. Nevertheless, she kept combining lines, forming occasional couplets in her head - such actions were already involuntary. She was like an alcoholic who constantly kept alcohol in her mouth and tried not to swallow it, despite all the reflexes. Yet, encouraged by her seeming success in overcoming her addiction, she even tried to decompose what came to her mind into harmless phrases that had nothing in common with her poetry. And she hoped that she could continue doing this in the future, in order to get rid of this acquired habit of versification. But alas, after a single sudden quatrain formed itself in her head, she ended up having such a breakdown, that it was difficult for her to attend classes later. Therefore, the first attempt failed. Subsequent attempts didn’t work out either, but Lena still tried. She tried to distract herself with cigarettes. But when verses came while she was smoking, she decided to quit smoking too. Then there was a pause for three and a half weeks, when she neither smoked, nor wrote poetry. There was no point in speaking with her during this time. Same goes for not speaking with her - that was also pointless. And even dangerous. Seryozha brought his new girlfriend to the institute, or rather, she herself came to meet him near the entrance. Lena asked her if he was still a minute man in bed. Then she saved a group of her classmates from a surprise train ticket checking. Strong men with red armbands were so doused with poison of her words, that they walked away severely embarrassed, while her friends just stood there dumbfounded for quite some time.But one evening, when she finally exhausted herself, she thought: “...to hell with it all.” She immediately threw together fragments of those lines that had previously emerged from her mind, as if they were rabits with long ears that sticked out from their burrows, and after she got high at last, she went to the kitchen. With great relish she lit a cigarette and thought: “All that's left for a complete set, is to start drinking”...