i consider him a very great russian... poet, but it has something to do with our topic, because leondieventioned here leontyev, a famous thinker, philosopher, diplomat, monk, writer, well, tyuchegov doesn’t need to be introduced, and here in the middle there is such a hidden quote from the stranger blok, which then becomes a quoted quotation, the battle of thermopylae is mentioned, well, that’s also in general a well-known fact, this is... a century bc, 300 spartans, a narrow passage to mainland greece, where these 300 heroes died, let's read this poem, the path under the thermopylae is clear on all four sides, and greece blooms with graves, as if not there was a war, and we, leontya and tyucheva, are chaotic, we have never known better than the idle life of the bush, we amuse ourselves with self-deceptions , spring indulges us, passing among the sober drunks, she is a stranger, sits by the window, breathing in perfumes and fogs, she sits at windows, straight quote from the block, she can see a distant country beyond the seas and oceans, there are christmas trees, hiding a snowy prison a

him a very great russian poet, but it has something to do with our topic, because here mentions leondievroduce anything, and here in the middle there is such a hidden quote from the stranger block, which then becomes a quoted quotation, the battle of thermopylae, well, this is also a generally known fact, this is the 5th century bc, 300 spartans, a narrow passage to mainland greece, where these 300 heroes died, and let’s honor this poem about the free path under the thermopylae on all four sides and greece blooms graves, as if there was no war, and we, leontyeva and tyuchev, are chaotic students, we have never known better than an idle life of trifles, we amuse ourselves with self-deceptions, spring indulges us. having passed among the sober drunks, she, a stranger, sits down by the window, breathing in the spirits of tumnami, she sits down at windows, a direct quote from the block: she can see a distant country beyond the seas and oceans, there are christmas trees, hiding a snowy prison, and the blue komsomol girls of vizhzha are swimming in the crimea, they are diving over the graves,