well , imagine how artificial intelligence will appreciate such figurative lines of the poet osip mandelstamadoxicality, genius, like a helmet, almost immediately received not their genius, but artificial intelligence in general and the answer. once upon a time, there were two friends in a distant country - santa claus and the snow maiden. they lived together in a hut on the edge of the forest every year and prepared for the new year holidays. one day, when they had almost finished preparing for the new year, a misfortune happened and their hut caught fire. santa claus and the snow maiden were in despair. well, it’s not a fairy tale, it’s an arithmetic mean, it has no taste, no smell, no nationality, it can be told, written in any language, well, imagine that artificial intelligence, when asked by the president to tell a fairy tale, told him about the little humpbacked horse, where he got it from did you take it? or about, to a certain level, it raises what is below, but lowers to this level, that which can be brilliant, that which then, over the centuries , determines the level of culture o