One summer at dawn in the post-war period, the guy Nikolai Gogol, walking through a small village, accidentally looked into the neighboring garden. in this garden he saw you, a young man with black straight shoulder—length hair picking grapes-Fyodor Dostoevsky. Nikolai blushes, but you turned around noticing the presence of Nikolai, Gogol immediately caught himself and replied:

"ahh! Good morning, young man! Do you like grapes?"