Chapter 5 Buttons Tiutchev In principle, Tiutchev was not entirely devoid of ability. A thin old man with disheveled remnants of gray hair around his bald head, in round ochechkah - so it is always depicted on all portraits - some unearthly creature fluttering, a dance teacher. My school friend, a little Kripen'ka girl with a long braid that reached her up the ass, was very fond of poetry Tiutchev, or, perhaps, I would have never occurred to pay attention to it: in addition to poems about nature in the school curriculum, it seems nothing It included. "I love the storm in early May" - a poem as a child reminded me of some mysterious mnemonic exercise for memory training. "I love the storm in early May, when spring first thunder, as if to frolic and play ..." - could never understand what it means is a detailed description of natural phenomena ... However, school textbooks of literature, and especially for the lower grades, probably represent something like intellectual landfill where to send everything that has already lost interest for adults, both morally and physically obsolete. Where today you can still come across these poets, like Mike, for example? Only there - otherwise it would have to have long forgotten! And "I love the storm in early May" - is, in my opinion, too, something like a fully depleted "ore intellectual" or exhaust its battery life.
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