sat down, an amazing figure, seryozha chudakov, to whom brodsky dedicated the death of a friendone thought that he had died, well, he died, so yes, he is, well, he is an absolute marginal, but with genius inclinations, and then he read me a christmas romance, i first heard poetry quite late, brodsky's poetry, all this somehow merged, we... after all, enthusiasm or skepticism, they didn’t go, because well, they didn’t believe that it would last long, no, they wanted all these, i think, not everyone thinks so, no, no, they wanted, well, why did porodsky want to be published, of course, of course, by the way, he debuted that, yes, the second year, in the magazine kostyor, i think there were some of his poems in kostyor, yes, such half-childish, half-childish, yes, of course, they all wanted to be published, but i still have one book in my hands, this is the book of arseny. my beloved, who was born in 1907, and the debut was in sixty-second, sixty-second year, the same book before the snow, the same year when solzhenitsyn, when brodsky, the book before the snow 55 years, well, he wa