xxx: When I was a little girl, I walked all over the mess by the servo, I thought what were the portraits of my uncle?
xxx: No, in principle, the white-haired guy in the shirt could still go down for my mom’s brother. But who was the second—a thin, pale man with black beards and a uniform—was a mystery to me.
xxx: then only grew up and realized that these uncles are Yesenin and Lermontov