Alexander Sergeevich Pushkin

Winter, 1831. The evening was chilly outside, but inside the enormous building it was warm and bustling. Many creative and famous people were invited to this magnificent celebration with a sea of ​​champagne, ladies, and acquaintances. Alexander Pushkin was also invited, but he didn't come in. He was waiting near the door for his recent acquaintance, also a writer: Nikolai Vasilyevich Gogol. Pushkin looked at the time and sighed heavily, realizing that an hour had already passed since Gogol was supposed to arrive. Where are you, my new friend?