yakhimbaom even with himself, here it is, what each poem by akhmatov is a squeezed novel, the first bryusovke a plot from the life of a woman, but it turns out that way, not always women, no, no, not necessarily women, just a novel, these are simple poems or complex, complex, complex, complex, for that , in order to read akhmatova, she was, how to say, perceived in her... in complex poems you need to find great simplicity, you need to tell a story, there is a secret there, i agree that it is complex, not simple, well, let’s take the most christ-like clenched my hands under a dark veil because of something today i am pale because i tart, sadness, got him drunk until he was drunk, here the difficulty begins when she says it until she’s drunk, that is, there’s someone third, someone already fourth, who says why are you drunk today, someone sustrana. but it’s not him, yes, because she says, not you, someone fourth, because the third is the reader, yes, who reads it all, and he gets involved in this situation, let’s tell this novel, my version is like this , this is a love date, yes, some person