pavel kryuchkov can't cope. i wish you success, and i am sure we will meet more than once in ours. k about poetry. eh, russian poetry is great and mighty, there are dozens of first-class world poets in it, but there is such a time around that we can very rarely see years behind the trees very rarely. we can hear verses we are used to treating texts as something that contains information and classic russian verses, they seem to us such smooth little rhymes that are very easy to imitate, but deep pictures of russian nature. uh, subtle psychological states. well, it seems that this can be imitated very easily, we will try to listen to russian poetry and try to understand those treasures that are on our bookshelf, even live on the internet. today we are going to say mm. about a very short poem by afanasy afanasyevich fet, this is a poem about the winter of elfet, a lot of a poem about the seasons and about himself and about summer. io uh, times of day. well this is a poem from winter nights. i something in general, i think that without winter there would be no russian poetry russia is a