nikifarov volgin, i go through the market, it smells like lent, retka, cabbage , cucumbers, mushroomsthe villages, there was a bathhouse on pure monday, the traders don’t swear, don’t grin, don’t run to the breech behind hundreds of acres and talking to customers, quietly and delicately, from the frost, blue smoke stands over the bazaar, i saw a willow twig in the hand of a passing boy, and my heart was filled with chilly joy, spring is coming, easter is coming, from the frost, only little hands will remain, you read these words as if you could hear it somewhere in the distance. some kind of porridge, potatoes, cucumbers , all sorts of pickles, cabbage, we eat fish only twice during lent, well, there are 2 days, which is allowed, probably on sunday, well, are you already experienced? let's say, man, well, it can be difficult during fasting too, admit it, you know, every fast is perceived somehow in a special way, here is a forgiven resurrection, here you enter it, somehow, well, you ask god for help, because fasting is not only a time of some kind of restriction in myself, but this is