A gift book in a leather cover "Evenings on a farm near Dikanka. " Nikolai Gogol

This is real gaiety, sincere, relaxed, without affectation, without prudery. And in some places, what poetry! What sensitivity! All this is so unusual in our current literature that I have not come to my senses until now. I was told that when the publisher entered the printing house where "Evenings" were printed, the typesetters began to snort and snort, holding their mouths with their hands. The factor explained their gaiety by confessing to him that the typesetters were dying of laughter while typing his book. Moliere and Fielding would probably be happy to make their typesetters laugh. I congratulate the audience on a truly fun book, and I cordially wish the author further success…