my dear fonton, you will never guess what was there. poetry. report in verse.sat, ate everything and flew away again. the colonel threw thunder and lightning and began to say: “about discipline and violation of laws, bring me a law that prohibits submitting reports in verse, i besieged him, it seems there is no such thing, prince suvorov sent not only to the governor, but to the empress herself a report in verse, thank god, thank you, turtuk, i was taken there, when the surprised colonel came out, i began to think what to do with pushkin, so i decided the next morning to call pushkin to be scolded, or rather to shame him and put him under arrest on... nothing came of it. in the evening i started reading other reports on soroncha. this time it’s serious, detailed and long , there are plans, tables and calculations. i got through about 30 pages and thought, what is the conclusion? she sat, sat, ate everything and flew away again, no other conclusion can be drawn i could not. i read the second note again, ate it all and flew away again. i felt funny, and my anger