There are few cows, since they get eaten. A cow has legs at its four corners. Beef patties are made from a cow, everybody gets one patty, but potatoes grow separately. A cow gives milk herself; other animals try, but can't. It's a pity they can't, it would be better if they could. The girls are full of meat patty; they've gone to bed by themselves and they smell. I'm bored.--Andrey Platonov in a draft for Happy Moscow, reprinted in a footnote to the New York Review of Books edition of the novel, "translated from the Russian by Robert and Elizabeth Chandler and others," at 234-5.