Case of Joseph Brodsky.

A 23-year-old man was tried for choosing poetry as his life's work. His poems and translations were professional. Many people thought so, but not literary officials. It was published sparingly. But in his place could be any talented or simply capable young man who chose the difficult path of serving the muses. Not only then, but now the young have a hard time. Who will take on the role of an arbitrator passing sentence: a poet is not a poet, an artist is not an artist? Maybe the artist has looked into the future, is incomprehensible to contemporaries, is not recognized by them, so what is to judge him?