A couple of weeks ago, Fyodor was diagnosed with complex pulmonary replenishment. He was sick very often and the doctors advised him to go to the village for the summer holidays. You, Nikolai Gogol, invited him to go with him to his late grandmother’s house and live there together so that you could look after him. You arrived at your house and went to bed. The next morning you rose with the rays of the sun and saw Fyodor, who was holding a book in his hands and praying with his eyes closed