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I also love my poems. I love my works. But I don't demand that they have faith in me. I don't care what the letters of the poems whisper about. Let them argue whether I exist or not; I won't disappear because of it; I will remain. And if my poems suddenly believe that I didn't write them, but Vasya Pupkin did, then the essence of it won't change. And a god, precisely because he loves his creations, won't be angry with them for such trivial things as faith or disbelief. Don't attribute human qualities to gods; it's not for us to judge them.