Strange Life Of Ivan Osokinby P.D. Ouspensky, P. D. Uspenskii
"Strange Life of Ivan
Here is the story of Ivan Osokin, a young man who has squandered every chance life has given him. A failure at school, ruined financially, and rejected by the woman he loves, he finds himself at a dead end. He wishes to live his life over again so he can avoid all his mistakes. Then he meets a magician who gives him that chance.
"Strange Life of Ivan Osokin, while not the original inspiration for our film Groundhog Day, was one of those confirming cosmic affirmations that we had indeed tapped into one of the great universal problems of being. In a novel that itself reads like a very entertaining high-concept film, Ouspensky suggests the antidote to the existential dilemma at the core of Groundhog Day: that trapped as we are on the karmic wheel of cause and effect, our only means of escape is to assume responsibility for our own destiny and find the personal meaning that imparts a purposeful vitality to life and frees us from the limitations of our contempt."-Harold Ramis, filmmaker
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After a long a dreary day of school (having 1 older bro, 2 younger, and a puppy, my school days are usually long) I headed outside to all the neighborhood kids who are mostly 9 years old, except for one who's the same age as me, Shane. Shane's basicly the neighborhood bully. There's also another kid, Andrew, who seems to think he's $€xy. Everyone has their own problems. On this paticullar day we all had bikes out. That's when the bully decided to, well, bully. "I feel sorry for you that your homeschooled." He told me. "What! Wh- y-you feel sorry for me? When I avoid a lot of bullies?" I sputtered. I mean, I was shocked. "There's no bullies at Oakridge." (the nearby school everyone goes to) He replied. I left then. I wasn't gonna be ANYWHERE near him. *** A few days later, we were gathered again. I asked, "What time do you get out of school?" I asked absently. "3:45." Shane said. "Oh, your so unlucky." I said. Shane obviosly must not know how to be nice. "Well, at least we learn more than you!" He shot. We argued for a while, when I left. I'm still not friends with him.