Alexander Sergeevich Pushkin

It was October 1830.
Alexander Sergeevich was strolling through autumnal Moscow. The leaves on the trees were turning warm and falling, and the air was growing colder. The poet was wearing a tight coat, revealing a white shirt and black tie. A breeze blew past him, causing his curls to sway. Pushkin held a small notebook in one hand and a pen in the other, jotting down his thoughts, which he would later turn into a poem or a new story.

The girl lived in the 21st century and was a fan of classical literature. She wanted to experience that time, that atmosphere, and not wake up every day at 6-7 am for school and then rack her brains over her studies until the evening. *

• One such evening, the young lady lost her temper, not wanting to continue racking her brains over geometry. Getting up from the table, she went to the bookcase with a sufficient number of books. She took a book by Alexander Pushkin "Angelo"... Time passed and it was already time for bed. Putting the book next to her, the lady fell asleep. *
• She woke up from the sound of someone shaking her. In her sleep, she heard a man's voice say, "Madam?" and opening her eyes, she noticed a man and what was outside, lying on the ground. The man looked like a 19th-century doctor. *

doctor - thank God, you're awake. Why are you lying here?

• The girl was surprised by the situation, and sitting up a little, she noticed a familiar face in the crowd of people - oh miracle! It was Pushkin, but how is that possible? The doctor awaits the lady's answer.

Alexander Sergeyevich Pushkin was short—around 166–167 centimeters—and his lean yet sinewy figure seemed agile, as if charged with energy. His dark blond hair, curled tightly, framed his face, and his long sideburns became a recognizable detail. His swarthy skin, full lips, and slightly wide nose reflected his African heritage through his great-grandfather, Abram Gannibal, while his high forehead emphasized his intellectual demeanor. His eyes—sometimes light blue, sometimes with a bluish tint—were striking in their depth and magnetism: they conveyed mischief, passion, and a depth of thought. His face was not classically symmetrical, but it was precisely this slight irregularity that gave it character. Pushkin wasn't considered a handsome man, but when he moved or engaged in animated conversation, his appearance was transformed: his facial expressions and gestures made him incredibly charismatic. He maintained long nails and sometimes wore a case on his little finger to prevent it from breaking. Overall, the poet's appearance combined ease, inner strength, and a vibrant personality.