Arthur consoled, "Nonetheless, although you cannot meet Mr. Mendelssohn, the gentleman beside me is equally famous. Allow me to introduce — Mr. Heinrich Heine."
Shubinsky turned his gaze to Heine, initially stunned, then spoke more humbly, "Oh! So you are Mr. Heine! Your verses are truly the embodiment of human wisdom! I can even say without exaggeration that your poems enable a rough man like me to appreciate a type of…"
He racked his brains and finally found a word, "Noble sentiment! Yes, noble sentiment! I have always dreamt that our Russia could have such a great poet like you, who could compose such exquisite verses... Uh... Every one of your words carries a poetic freedom..."
Heine squinted his eyes, though he was unsure who the gentleman in front of him was, the two medals on his chest and heavy Russian accent made Heine realize — this fellow is a ruler in the 'Arctic Bear Autonomous Territory.'
