Abstract
About thirty years ago a young author who had yet to celebrate the publication of his first book was already reading two articles about it in the Leningrad newspaper Smena. One, over the signature of a Frunze department store supervisor, was entitled "In These Four Walls" [V chetyrekh uglakh]; the other, written by a Leningrad critic, "What Is a Real Poet?" [Chto takoe nastoiashchii poet?].