PART 1
ACTION I
A pleasant nighttime atmosphere dominated the room.
I’m sitting in the kitchen, at the table, in front of the window, wearing my pyjamas, at night on January 14th, and this is my 43rd birthday.
I see myself and the refrigerator is behind me in the reflection of the window, refrigerator has a built-in electronic clock, showing 03:33, there’s a soft light from a burning candle. Wax flows smoothly. My small black dog named Neurona is quietly dozing. The night has enveloped the city, sleep creeps up to me, my eyelids are descending, but I continue to write.
Through the silence I hear a little voice, out of nowhere;
“Could you fulfill my important wish?”
Neuron growled nervously at the reflection in the window, it was a light rustle and a strange smell, like from an antique book. I seems to me there is a shadow, but maybe not, in order to understand… only because I have to answer something.
— What is the kind of desire?
— I had a sweet tooth, I could eat a jar of jam at one time, I loved gingerbread. I even hid in the corners so as not to share with anyone in the gymnasium.
— And?
— Come to my burial place and you will hear my prayer there, which played an important role in my destiny. The first time I wrote a prayer was in a great Roman cathedral of Peter and Paul, and it always helped me. I repeated it always, I almost existed with it. I was not impressed by Russian cathedrals.
— In order for me to understand where to go, I need at least know who I’m talking to.
— I’m the one you called when you passionately studied the antique manuscript. I was looking for a place where I can get out, now I can get out from there.
— Yes, so it means, you are the Gogol?
— Yes.
— Will I find your grave?”
— If you’re ready, you’ll be brought there.
— And what is the main theme I ca
