that the enemy did not have, went along with them and within the framework of kharchagin and andrei balconskys christ from blok's poem of the twelve. i 'm not talking about soviet songs, there were none like that either. the blue handkerchief is not felt boots, there was nothing like that, there was no such enemy, and this is a very serious appendage to the mighty weapon that was in our army. it all fell on the altar, victory brought victory, that is, even now there should be such a weapon, i am convinced that, in general, a very big mistake was. i mean, you're not even wrong. uh, the enemies who collapsed the soviet union were well aware that literature is the backbone of society. and what writers in general carry. eh that understanding of what is happening thanks to which the society becomes mature and that is why the real veteran was thrown to the sidelines in the first place. i'm trying to replace the laugh. here, as a newcomer, the west is there, look in america for a century, it seems that i can’t write or i can’t and phew work. they have them. there, they are revered, they are also rep