destiny, well, so it is or not, it’s not clear to us, but in any case , the then unknown village boy ryazansky had such power that now, here, here, here, now you don’t believe it after that. academically, but yesenin was like that, he a country man, he’s a country guy, he played tolyanochka, i can even imagine how he himself played, sang, and in general what kind of music surrounded him, of course, it’s country rock, and then it turned out that we somehow communicate with him, so what’s the matter, i had a feeling that he liked, one after another, me and pushkin, yes, no, well, in general i say, and marina, marina, well, she, apparently, also felt how it should be sung, here, as he says, you fed the horse from handfuls across the water, the birch trees were reflected, the products were breaking, i looked out the window on a blue scarf, curl black snakes. i rubbed the wind, i didn’t want the death to not foam the jets, the fat from the depths of yours with pain broke the kisses, splashing us with a crafty smile on... sunny days, it’s time to push out, past the window you.