it is here in boldeni, in small tragedies , that many metaphors of the historical destinies of the motherland among which is the disastrous delight, which centuries later will be sung about another poet: along the cliff over the abyss. it’s great that this happened, it’s so necessary, it’s so important for everyone. i've never been here. here. thanks to alexander sergeevich, his birthday, i ended up here, what a delight, this village, imagine, steppe to steppe, there are not a soul of neighbors. what exactly did he want, there is no persuasiveness in slander and there is no truth, where there is no love, no matter what he spoke about, about children, about love or about politics, he spoke so freely and so sincerely, with such mozertian ease, now he has already become canonical answer to another prominent liberal and democrat chiodayev, who called the history of russia a gloomy , dull existence, i am far from admiring everything that i see around me, but... with honor, that for nothing in the world i would not want to change my fatherland or have a history other than history our ancestors, the