All together and two conversations
I met Yevtushenko in the summer of 1956, in Moscow. More precisely, with that company of poets, my peers, which included it, and the figure is not the first. On the main roles were others-someone, like him, who soon became expressors of the "sixties", someone-without a trace resolved. All of them studied at the Literary Institute, which, in our Leningrad, caused a sense of contemptuous complacency.