Gogol’s response is late.

I understand ─ for you, Volodya,
Gogol, that Gogol is one shit.
But you, WOW, the meters are there, right?
So why didn’t you, shit, read me?

I forgive you! Certainly not a bitch.
I agreed. You are not so!
But you know, this is what ─
I am not generous. And not the salads.

Where did you study? In the States? Shut up?
Now you see, Wolf, that it is not ours.
We and Pushkin (a poet like that) think,
You don’t give up fucking.

Read more about WOW.
No more screens on the screen.
It is foolish not to show up again.
Revealed again! Well forgive me.