One of those days when the Moscow weather was especially capricious, and gray clouds, like gloomy thoughts, hung over the city, Sergei Yesenin decided to go to Novodevichy ConventInspired by the monastery's architecture, he sought solitude to reflect on the eternal.
It was 1925, and Moscow was, as always, bustling with life. But Yesenin, tired of noisy parties and the dirty jokes of his friends, decided that perhaps it was time for him to leave the bustle and go to a monastery. Wine, which had become his constant companion, now seemed to him only a foggy dream that had led to such a stupid idea.
In those days, the Novodevichy Convent attracted not only pilgrims, but also lovers of quiet walks. Its walls, which retained the breath of the past, led away from the bustling reality. Yesenin, breathing in the moist air mixed with the aroma of blooming linden trees, felt his soul strive for peace.
However, his reverie was interrupted by an unexpectedly familiar voice. It was Dmitry Donskoy, who, as it turned out, was not a prince at all, but only his namesake and an old friend of Yesenin. Dmitry, not without irony, remarked: "Sergey, do you really think that you can give up wine? And what about your poems, they feed on the grapevine!"
Yesenin, laughing, replied: "Dmitry, you are right. A monastery is not for me. But, you know, at least for a moment I would like to imagine myself as a hermit, far from noisy feasts and dirty jokes."
So, two friends, sitting on a bench, discussed life and poetry. Yesenin, looking at the monastery walls, understood that architecture is wonderful, but his calling is poetry, not monasticism. And, perhaps, there was some special meaning in this.
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