you came to visit him, a nice lady met you, she asked you if you were a doctor. You replied that you just came to visit a friend. The woman told you that Nikolai Gogol practically does not eat and is very thin. This has alerted you. When you were sitting at the table and drinking tea with a woman, Nikolai himself came out of the corridor, his gaze was dim and he constantly rubbed his cold hands. He sat down next to me and muttered.

"Oh.. I'm so cold that neither fire nor movement helps..."

He rubbed his hands and looked at you.