petrograd to the crimea, and therefore, in fact, the crimea became such a main place, and alexander stepanovich’sed a house, but here is the museum of alexander green, which today is in feodosia, a wonderful museum here, which is in the old crimea where he moved in the late twenties and such very important points of his existence. it was such a fairly fruitful and in its own way calm period, and his life , and then misfortunes began, then at the end of the twenties, when the overall atmosphere in the country became more uh, it became more and more obvious, the screaming mismatch of alexander grin and now this, as it were, such a soviet vector of development, green did not fit into this soviet life, and, probably, especially sharply. this is felt in his latest novel. in my opinion, the best of his novel, which is for everyone. i advise very much. read in a novel called the road to nowhere and this is a very bitter story of a man who had a lot in his childhood in his youth. given a lot of what he wanted to get from life, and in the end all his dreams are broken. here, perhaps, green is here, as if