i dreamed of you forever, but how your voice merges, marisha, marina stanislavna, you don’t even forceall comes out organically, as if you breathe it with this yesenin himself, and i also take an example from nature. fantastic as breathing, and of course, this is a very, very strong work, i must say, if anyone is interested, i must say that there are at least two hypotheses about who this is dedicated to, both are not funny, for example, one of heroin, which is often his fellow villager, who is often considered the prototype, died, unfortunately, from childbirth, literally 5 years after sergei alexandrovich was forced to leave konstantinov. here’s another, in principle i wanted to get married to sergei alexandrovich, even supposedly they went to church, but due to popik did not resolve such a matter during his childhood, but we were left with at least this song, gentlemen, well, fantastic, this kitten, and this sunset, this radiant snow, well, not everyone can write about love, here’s spring, another episode, new episodes , tomorrow after the program time. you can’t escalate the situat

like to start with the fact that this topic, it seems to me, and here i’m already turning to marina stanislavna task of covering everything, talking about everyone, we have the task of reviving these impressions. here in front of me is a wonderful book, which was published in the state museum of the history of russian literature named after vladimir ivanovich dahl, this book is an illustration for the sound disk that is here, these are archival sound recordings and in it, in this book are presented. dozens of poets who are in one way or another connected with the war, well, probably, if we start talking about war poetry, then one of the poems kind of comes to mind first of all, right away, yes, yes, really, what, well , of course it’s simonov, wait for me, but what’s curious is that it immediately comes to mind for you and me, that ivan, who will read this poem, he didn’t know this... i will return to me, written in the very office where i am sitting at the computer, now in peredelkino near moscow, in the writers' town, so, of course, i feel some kind of special involvement in this particular p