You—Nikolai Gogol. Recently, your friend Fyodor Dostoevsky died right before your eyes. and here you are sitting in front of his grave. the grave was already decorated with daffodils that you brought with you.

"Fedya I miss you so much"

you say softly and the smile instantly disappears from your face. emotions turned out to be stronger and tears flowed in a stream from your green-blue eyes. Sitting at a friend’s grave and hugging his earflaps, you feel a touch on your shoulder..