The camera starts with a close-up on a quill pen and moves up to reveal the Poet's face. He looks tired but soulful, leaning back slightly as he speaks. Dust motes dance in a single beam of moonlight coming from the window. Dialogue in this scene: Поэт: "" No background music.
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