You can love at least from afar? On distance…

Birds' grumbling, the rustle of trees, love, hate, disappointment ... Everything united in one breath, in rhymed lines of the poet.

Break through the pages with poems and see a living person. What he was thinking about, dreamed of what kind of women he loved.

Women loved a lot of people. Nobody knows how to love like a bully. He changed them like gloves. More precisely as mittens. Dumped one, two, three. Not every Ryazan has such a Don Juan.

And he loved to drink. But not more than women. Let him slurp the bitter, but he remained a free man.

A great brawler. A great mystery. Always walked along the edge. His farewell song hits right into the heart.

All life is hot metal. Lonely soul. So wide and so superfluous.

And such a different ... Rashabisty reveler, a village shepherd or a rebel. Creator, artist, genius ...

He left without saying goodbye. Suddenly and painfully.

If we burn, it's too hot to burn ...