kind of purpose for the feeling in her. read by young modern actresses, students of the moscow art theater school lock the door, no i lit a candle, you don’t know how tired i was, i didn’t dare to lie down, watch the stripes go out, the pine needles in the sunset, getting drunk with the sound of a voice similar to yours, and knowing that everything was lost, that life was a damned hell. oh, i was sure that you would come back. ver, what can you say, after all, here is the debut, myths, plots, mystery, and so on, but the poems themselves too, 1910, gumilyov brings gumelvitsa, this is yuri verkhovsky’s witticism, from a honeymoon trip from paris, brings it to june of the tenth year and begins to get to know everyone. how is she looks, thin, pale, quiet , modest, speaks little, sickly, in general, absolutely such an absolute creature, about whom they speak down in letters to each other, this is the tenth year, yeah, then the first book comes out in the twelfth year, evening, right away this explosion begins. that is, first there were poems, and then everything else began. another thing is that she g