“...And what is that crowd in front? Are they really the creatures from hell that I have been afraid of meeting all my life? Tracked down, then? Well, it’s about to begin... And they were already running towards me and the one who was the first, as I understand it, the most efficient and arrogant, shouted: - Mr. Edgar Allan Poe, Mr. immortal recluse! I hope you will not refuse to tell our readers the purpose of your flight?! They are burning with desire to know her!” The story is published in the author’s edition.