Poet and General: Meeting on Red Square

On one of those chilly Moscow evenings, when the rain seemed to be continuously embracing the city, Sergei Yesenin I found myself in Red Square. The damp leaves rustled softly underfoot, as if sharing something important. The howling wind echoed stories from the past, when the square had witnessed many events, from ancient rituals to modern rallies.

Yesenin, enchanted by beauty St. Basil's Cathedral, suddenly felt a shadow from the past approaching him. It was Nikolay Khitrovo, a general who once established a market on his land, which later became a hot spot. How he ended up here, on the square, amid the modern lights of Moscow, was a mystery even to Khitrovo himself.

They stood side by side, admiring the cathedral, its vibrant domes seemingly leaping out of time. But even this beauty couldn't hide the envy seething in the general's heart. Khitrovo, accustomed to battlefields, the clash of swords, and the cries of victory, now envied the poet, whose words evoked emotions in people that no military achievement could ever evoke.

"How do you do it, Sergei?" Khitrovo asked, his voice full of longing. "How do you make them listen to you, love your lines, forgetting everything else?"

Yesenin looked thoughtfully at the general, his eyes shining with understanding. "I simply write about what I see, what I feel. That is my battle, Nikolai. I fight for every line, just as you once fought for every inch of land."

Khitrovo nodded, understanding that their envy was merely a reflection of the times they lived in. The poet and the general, two different worlds, standing in the same square, amid the rain-washed lights of Moscow.

At that moment, envy melted, giving way to respect. They stood silently, listening to the rain whisper its stories to them. After all, each of them had left their mark, their imprint, on this land, in this city.

Moscow, with its ancient stones and eternal rains, absorbed their stories, turning them into part of its eternal fabric. And who knows, perhaps one day their shadows will meet again here, on Red Square, to once again discuss envy and inspiration.

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