I am a literary giant in Russia

Chapter 23 Ivan Sergeyevich Turgenev!
Mikhail had no idea what was going on outside. He only knew what was happening around him. After reading the novel "Vanka", the attitude of Tusenbach, a small landowner who came to St. Petersburg to visit his relatives, towards Mikhail could be described as tender.

The two of them actually chatted for a while, and Mikhail learned from Tusenbacher that his visit was not very smooth, and the reason was Tusenbacher's little grandson.

Although no one wanted this to happen, the little guy still had an accident at Tusenbach's place, so Tusenbach's daughter and son-in-law couldn't help but feel resentful, even to the point that they would think of the past incident and turn pale when they saw him.

If not for this, Tusenbacher wouldn't have to live in this small apartment and hesitate every day whether to visit again.

Such pain is doomed to be unresolved. After all, even though no one is at fault, it just happened. However, chatting with the old man for a while might help him feel better and not bottle it all up.

At the end of the conversation, the old man with red eyes couldn't help but hold Mikhail's hand and said, "Mikhail, listening to your novel and talking to you really makes me feel much better. I always hear people say that you have a hard time. Young people like you should have a better future.

If you have any trouble, please tell me. I am willing to do my best for you. "

Mikhail: “…”

So I'm so poor and famous...

But it must be said that no matter what era, relying on one's parents is actually the fastest way to make money.

Especially in a period of relatively stable assets, the amount of money in the hands of the elderly is often so much that many people find it unbelievable.

Of course, if some elderly people are unlucky and catch up with the so-called rising period in a certain period, all their life accumulation will be wiped out in an instant.

"No need, dear Tusenbach. I can support myself now." Although he was still very poor and in debt, facing this sincere old man, Mikhail also shook the other's old hand and replied with a smile:

"As for you, I've noticed it a long time ago. You should eat less. How can you ruin your body for such a small thing?"

"No, Mikhail. Pavlovna can actually make up such nonsense just to fool me." Tusenbach glanced at Pavlovna standing indifferently on the side and continued in a somewhat stubborn tone: "Then I will make her nonsense come true! But let her and her hometown's nonsense go to hell!"

"Look, look, Mikhail, the old man is always like this, always thinking that others are deceiving him." Pavlovna was not angry with Tusenbach, a relatively wealthy old man, but just shook her head and said:
"So young people should talk to each other more often. Dear Mikhail, do you still remember my daughter Svetlana? It's been a long time since you two have sat together to drink tea and chat. I think you might want to take some time to have a good chat."

Mikhail: “?”

Mikhail did have an impression of Pavlovna's daughter Svetlana, and it was a very deep impression. After all, to some extent, she was almost like Pavlovna.

He is also a rare hero.

When Mikhail first came to St. Petersburg a year ago, Pavlovna had considered that he was a promising university student and had already thought of bringing him together with her daughter. However, as Mikhail's situation became increasingly difficult, Pavlovna never mentioned the matter again.

Now that she mentioned it again, it was not known whether it was because she thought Mikhail's novel was so good or because she saw new possibilities in Mikhail. In short, Pavlovna said to Mikhail tenderly:

"You know, dear Mikhail, I only have this one daughter. Everything I do now is for her! Without a good dowry, how can she survive in her husband's family?! I don't know how much I have worked for her over the years!"

Mikhail: “?”

Bribery, right?

OK OK.
But to be honest, the landlord Pavlovna was well-known in their area for her stinginess and wealth, and the situation in her family was indeed as she said.

As for Pavlovna's husband, it is said that he drank too much one winter night, so when people found him the next day, his body was already erect. To be honest, this is really one of the classic ways for Slavic men to die.

The drunkards fall asleep forever because of alcohol on winter nights, while the brave and idealists sleep forever in Siberia with confidence and hope for the future, and no sound is heard again.

Now, even though Mikhail now knew that the flower language of steel wool was wealth and forbearance, when he thought about what the little Tsar of Pavlovna's family was like and how bad his character was, Mikhail felt for the first time that he had some backbone.
He can be described as a real man of iron, who cannot be corrupted by wealth, cannot be moved by poverty, and cannot be bent by power.

Frankly speaking, Mikhail would rather fight Nicholas I, the real Tsar, with real swords and guns than deal with the little Tsar of Pavlovna's family.
Hey!
What am I thinking?!
After quickly suppressing the dangerous thoughts in his heart, Mikhail smiled vaguely at Pavlovna and replied vaguely:
"Let's talk about it later, Pavlovna! A distinguished gentleman is about to introduce me to his circle, and I really can't spare any time for the time being."

This is not a lie. Belinsky will probably contact Mikhail soon.

"Oh God, what happens after that? You can't be busy with this forever, can you?"

Mikhail: “.”

Dear Pavlovna, it’s just a novel, it’s really not that serious!

While Mikhail was trying hard to deal with Pavlovna, in another spacious and bright room, a bright-eyed young man was also reading the novel "Vanka". When he read to the end, the young man's lips trembled, and it took him a long time to calm down.

After his mood improved a little, the young man seemed to suddenly remember something and hurriedly got up to find his mother Varvara Petrovna Lutovinova.

As for this young man, his name was Ivan Sergeyevich Turgenev.

(End of this chapter)