He inserted the quill back into the ink bottle, lifted the teapot, and as he poured the tea, began to speak: "A writer losing inspiration is indeed a big problem."
Gogol, upon hearing this, became even angrier. He scoffed at Arthur's words: "What do you mean by that? You speak as if you could write books too. Do you think writing a few official documents makes you a literary figure, someone who can make a living by the pen? Though it's not humble to say, I must let you know that in the Petersburg circle, they call me the Alexander Dumas of Russia."
"Pfft!"
Upon hearing this, Arthur spat out the tea he had just sipped all over Gogol's face.
He hurriedly pulled out a handkerchief to wipe Gogol's waistcoat: "Apologies, Mr. Gogol, I know I shouldn't have, but the joke you just made was too funny, much like your books."
