, maybe be. imprinted on everything, i’m friends with him, another story, but vladimir sokoloves and sokolovites, that is , such a pop singer, this is yevtashenka. it’s just that ehrenburg’s article about him has already appeared, he mentioned it for the first time, he was quoted there, a filieton about it appeared in the crocodile, ridiculing, as it were, some kind of, then i remember his not only his debut, there was his evening in the slutsk tsidri, i went, but i was a schoolboy, the house of artists, i was a schoolboy, and it was inconvenient for me to go in a school uniform, i was with my older brother, he was on vacation, he was in the military, he was wearing a jacket, my hands were sticking out of it, it was too big for me. zaishche, and such poetry arose from this, that is, it is such a crucible, a melting pot, yes, where all kinds of people, cosmonauts, poets, translators, outcasts, officialdom, everything is fused, well, khrushchev himself in style of behavior with changing moods, then he publishes, allows solzhenitsyn to be published, then he destroys the exhibition