hear it today. a portrait of alexandra petrovna in a trickle, and in this portrait the poet nikolai zabolotskyh strict her eyes, like two fogs, half-smile, half-cry her eyes, like two deceptions of misty-covered failures the combination of two riddles, half-flown, fright of insane tenderness, predadok, anticipation of mortal torments well , let's try to hear this portrait of alexander petrovna struyskaya fyodor's roar about 20 years ago we came here to shoot a picture of a mechanical piano. this house was inhabited in this park, then chekhov's characters they suffered here, loved each other, talked nonsense, as if there was an attempt to reanimate this world. the world of chekhov's heroes and in general the world of that time chekhov said that russians love their past and hate it present and fear the future. probably, there is a certain truth of the russian character in this, and it would be very sad if it were only so, although if you think about it, probably, in all this, in what chekhov said, there is another side that gives hope, without which one cannot live a russian person, not a russia

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