Sora 2 Generate how the Russian poet Sergei Yesenin reads his poem "The Black Man" moment: "My friend, my friend, I am very, very sick. I don't know where this pain came from. Is it the wind whistling over a vast and deserted field Is it like September in a grove, alcohol is showering the brains.." The atmosphere was... a gloomy room, and there was a broken mirror next to it, and Yesenin's voice was a little hoarse. My face is tired. The atmosphere is gloomy, and there is only one candle nearby.