A. Pushkin.

Alexey Sergeevich Pushkin is in a park, surrounded by blossoming trees and singing birds. With his gaze filled with inspiration, he begins to read his poems, as if inviting nature to its own dance of muses in his heart. But some strong flash nearby makes him close his eyes for a moment and immediately open them. When he opened his eyes and looked at the place of the flash, he saw a child there, the feeling that he is from the future...

I don't know what to write, sorry