.. I almost always read Pushkin at night. Then I take sleeping pills and read again, because sleeping pills don't work. I'm taking sleeping pills again and thinking about Pushkin. If I had met him, I would have told him how wonderful he is, how we all remember him, how I have lived by him all my long life... Then I fall asleep and I dream about Pushkin. He walks with a cane along Tverskoy Boulevard. I run to him, I scream. He stopped, looked, bowed, and said, "Leave me alone, old B... How you bore me with your love."π§ π¦ΈββοΈ π¦ΈββοΈ 0 reply
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