About pain, will and destiny
One hundred and fifty years ago, Apollon Grigoriev published “The Gypsy Hungarian” Everyone heard it. In luxurious concert, blatantly obscene, ironic playful and God knows what other versions. Often with distorted words, omissions or additions. It seems she has always been there. Two guitars, ringing, / whined pitifully... / A memorable tune from childhood, / My old friend - is that you? // How can I not recognize you? Now - of course! Regardless of whether the poet's name is remembered.