by Christa_eselin

The neighbor is at the entrance. Nearby there is another neighbor – an old, kind and poorly known to me.
The neighbor. By the way! Do you know who wrote the best about Ukraine?
LIDIVANNA (occupied with contemplating his own mops, who is occupied with contemplating a fish skeleton rolling on the lawn). I know. and pause. and Gogol.

The neighbor looks at her, and something in his face is reluctantly and incomprehensively changing.

LIDIVANNA (after a break, still looking at the mops). No, I can’t do that, maybe someone else has written well... (pause). Well, yes, here is Pushkin...