“Dear sir! I have long been tormented by the desire to play some role in the field of literature, and I sat a thousand nights without closing my eyes, with a pen in my hands, with the desire to write and waiting for thoughts. The morning found me with a pen in my hands, with the desire to write. I lay down on the bed to calm the blood agitated in me from insomnia, and, starting to fall asleep, thoughts appeared to me. I threw myself out of bed, sleepily threw myself on the pen and, speaking in pyitic language, shaking the sleep from my eyelashes, shook off my thoughts with it, and again remained with the same deficiency...”