Poet and official: secrets of Moscow streets

In foggy Moscow, in the heart of Lefortovo, where the centuries-old walls Bauman Moscow State Technical University towering above the bustle of the metropolis, a story full of mysteries and intrigues unfolded. A walk along the cobbled streets, imbued with the spirit of the times, was like a journey into the past, where every detail of the architecture came to life in the imagination.

One such autumn morning, a young and ambitious official appeared in the university corridors. His name was already well-known, not because of his merits, but because of the shadows of dubious deeds that followed him like a train. He dreamed of leaving his mark on history, of creating something majestic that would become a new landmark for the city.

But his plans were disrupted by an unexpected visit. Sergei Yesenin. The inspired poet sought solitude among the majestic buildings to compose new lines in their silence. He noticed an official who seemed to be lost in his thoughts, but at the same time was clearly seeking support from student circles to strengthen his shaky position.

The weather that day was mild and slightly foggy, as if nature itself wanted to hide the secrets that were in the air. Yesenin, unable to resist, approached the official and started a conversation about the beauty of architecture and its influence on people's souls. The poet was familiar with the history of Moscow firsthand, and his stories about the old days, about the construction of new buildings, about the people who put their souls into these walls, charmed the official.

However, as the conversation deepened, Yesenin realized that the official was not as simple as he seemed. His soul was darkened by a thirst for power and money, which were higher than the love of art and beauty. Disappointment flashed in the poet's eyes, but he did not openly reproach his interlocutor. Instead, he shared his poems, hoping to awaken in him something more than greed.

The official, struck by the sincerity and depth of the poetic lines, thought for a moment. Perhaps for the first time he saw the world through the prism of art, felt its power. But, alas, his heart was already too carried away by material goods to change his path.

This story, like many others, dissolved in the streets of Moscow, leaving only a slight trace in the memory of those who witnessed the meeting of the poet and the official. And who knows, maybe it is precisely such moments that form the true face of the city, where the past and the present intertwine in an endless dance of time.

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Of course, this is a joke, and there is no real basis for this story - just a little imagination and for the sake of a smile! And if you are interested in real facts and events, we invite you to the excursions of the "Radius" bureau, where real history comes to life!