Prorok. Istoriya Aleksandra Pushkina

I know how you feel. You hope for the best. You believe it's still possible. That classics are eternal. That genius ignores ages. That giant shoulders will keep humanity high. That creativity, sensitivity, art, beauty and poetry still are part of this world. That the best is yet to come. That beauty is being passed on generation after generation and eventually we will rise to new heights. That in the light of the past the future will be bright and shine across borders and frontiers. That yes, a divine spark will be passed on and on, only to catch fire and enlighten all. And yes, they are and doubtlessly will be.

Just not here.