zabolotsky and so on, everyone who stayed here, they left, i came to school, and my students looked was displaced from counters, ten thousandth edition, was instantly sold out, i'm not bragging, well, brodsky had to leave, he had a different character, he had a different character, it was not for nothing that he wrote the cry of a hawk, i wrote about seagulls and swallows, well, then he really they didn’t print it, they held a trial behind him, above him, shameful, uh, of course , he was tortured, but i must say that he was bored there, in fact, i know this, because when i asked him, how are you doing here, i and you were with me visiting him? i wasn’t released in soviet times, then they released me, i said, how do you like it here? he says , no, it doesn’t matter, he wrote an angry poem against me , which was called, like a letter to an oasis , wow, we are an oasis, but in what year, in ninety-one or two, like yes, excuse me, we have there was nothing, i was scared upset. well, this is how such a disagreement happened, then he apologized, then they made up again, everything was res