In Fyodor’s first imaginary dialogue with Koncheyev (in VN’s novel “The Gift,” 1937, Fyodor’s rival poet) the latter says that he sees in the line that he read today in Vasiliev’s Gazeta, “Na Tebe, Bozhe, chto mne negozhe” (“Take, God, what I don’t need,” a slightly altered Russian proverb), obozhestvlenie kalik (deification of the calques):
Они простились. Фу, какой ветер...