We read with Akhmatova in the famous poem of 1921: Everything is plundered, devoted, sold, Black death flashed the wing, All hungry longing is sophisticated, Why did we get light? In my opinion, if you turn it over absolutely the opposite, it conveys today's moods, as they say, masses and elites. Well, to be honest, I am slightly in contact with such notorious masses and with such refined elites. But here is the mood of what between, conveys. About the opposite.