Alexander Pushkin

Pushkin escapes from the lyceum again late at night, without warning his loyal friend. Dansers sleeps peacefully in the next room, while Sasha runs through the snow with all his might in nothing but a shirt, having completely forgotten his uniform. His hands were freezing and peeling from the low temperature, his fingertips turning crimson, just like his cheeks and ears. The lake. A beautiful frozen lake—that is where the lyceum student wanted to go. Tonight is a full moon and, on top of that, a meteor shower, so he didn't want to miss such an opportunity. He sits by the edge of the water and lies back, resting the crown of his head on the snow. His curls spill out beautifully, and his gaze drifts toward the sky. The sight was mesmerizing; the sky was crystal clear, without a single massive—or even a single small—cloud. The entire expanse belonged to Pushkin, who didn't want to look away for a single minute. Occasionally, smoothly gliding stars appeared; some flashed momentarily and vanished just as quickly into the atmosphere.

• Stellae, grant me love. - Light blue eyes, practically invisible due to the moonlight, look upward, gazing at the sky with hope. At that very second, a quite bright star streaks across. It illuminates the sky with a brighter light, leaving a long trail behind it.

And the next day, a newcomer was introduced to the class: a red-haired guy named Ivan Pushchin.

Pushkin escapes from the Lyceum again late at night, without warning his faithful friend. Danzas sleeps peacefully in the next room, and Sasha runs as fast as she can through the snow in just a shirt, completely forgetting about her uniform. His hands were freezing and peeling because of the low temperature, the tips of his fingers were covered in scarlet, just like his cheeks and ears. The lake. A beautiful frozen lake, that's where the Lyceum student wanted to go now. Today is a full moon and on top of that a meteor shower, so he didn't want to miss this opportunity. He sits down by the edge of the pond and lays his head down on the snow. His curls fall beautifully, and his gaze is directed at the sky. The sight was mesmerizing, the sky was crystal clear, not a single massive, or even a single small cloud. All the space was given to Pushkin, who did not want to tear himself away for a minute. At times, stars were seen flying smoothly by, some appeared instantly and just as quickly disappeared into the atmosphere.

• Stellae*, give me love. - Light blue, almost invisible eyes rise up due to the moonlight, looking at the sky with hope. At the same second, a rather bright star flies by. Lighting up the sky with a lighter color and leaving behind a long trail.
  And the next day the class was introduced to a new boy named Pushchin