The hermit stood by the swamp, in which frogs splashed. He took out a sheet from his bosom and began to read aloud: “Don't rush, don't rush! Don't be in a hurry to swear with anyone ... I wave my saber - I will cut it, I will feel it - I will throw it and drink it, and again when I’m drunk I don’t understand what is stopping me from just living. So give me freedom, freedom! I want to be myself. And if you kill me for my pride, then I will answer you: - You're not lying! There are many people like you in the world - they know neither rights nor honor, and maybe each of the people I have met in the world ... [description created by neural network]