he is alone in the opinion of his friend, fyodor khomyakov, with whom they lived at the lonskys, rentedg, he had changed completely internally, and in his own melancholic way, even externally he had changed his appearance, his hair had grown, it had become dark, he tells his sister sonechka about this, he had grown a moustache and a beard, he looked like a completely different person, but nevertheless he attended receptions, balls, once the lanskys gave a ball at their house, and the heated poet ran to his wing, without even throwing shenily over his shoulders, he fell ill with a fever, he fell ill, seriously ill, and as fyodor khomyakov says, he dreamed of poetry all the time, he either muttered them or wrote constantly wrote his poetry. and it seemed that in 24 hours of the day he did not have a free minute, he kept his diary all the time, he composed and hurried to write, thus he hurried to live, but he had very little time left to live, and here again we recall that story, that legend, that prophecy about the ring, to which we return again in it, when dmitry became completely ill. h