“...Simonov Monastery. Every year, and many such years passed, on the day of Venevitinov’s death, his friends gathered at the monastery, and in memory of the poet they served a funeral service, and in the refectory, at dinner, they left a chair and a device for him at the head of the table. Over the years, many left for the poet, but they say that even in the sixties, three old men gathered at the table in front of untouched cutlery and empty chairs. And then there were no old people either..."