I am a literary giant in Russia

Chapter 32 The Body is the Capital of Exile
Back to the present, there is no doubt that Belinsky has a kind of spiritual restraint on the people in his circle, and Turgenev is even more so. Seeing Belinsky speak, Turgenev naturally shrank back and waited for Belinsky to continue.

"From the beginning, I have always held the same view: I don't believe there could be any human connection between slaves and slave owners! The reminder you mentioned might be useful to some gentlemen, but for many others, it's become a matter of course, something they've long since taken for granted!"

Belinsky's tone became more urgent:
"But is this really the case? I listened carefully to the story. Even though it was such a heinous act as infanticide, I could still sympathize with the little girl. But no one could save her, not even herself. Even if nothing happened to the outside world, she would be crushed by her own guilt!
I know you all think that infanticide is a heinous crime, but who is actually responsible for all this? It is conceivable that when she wakes up from her sleep again, she will be judged as a real demon!

In fact, her enemy has never been this innocent baby. She is only a thirteen-year-old child. Can she challenge and retaliate against her master and even our heavy and harsh society and laws?
In this novel, I saw the inevitable degeneration and distortion of people under endurance, pain and pressure, but please believe me, no matter how ignorant the Russian people are, they know very well that in order to stop suffering, sooner or later they will have to break something!

This weak, sleepy and almost crazy little girl can only stretch out her hands to the innocent baby, but I believe that more and more people will know whose neck to stretch out their hands to! "

It has to be said that although Belinsky was thin, always coughing, and even a little shy in his normal state, when he really got into a certain state, what he said often had the same appeal as his articles.

After he said this, some people present didn't even dare to look him in the eye.

As for Mikhail.
Mikhail: “???”

Biege, Biege, what you said is really good, but you can say it, but please don’t write it in the magazine.
If there is anything that is an absolute red line these days, there is no doubt that serfdom is the red line among red lines.

Touching upon this is sometimes even more serious than publicly cursing, “Tsar Nicholas, fuck your mother!”

The reason is naturally that serfdom was indeed one of the foundations for the Russian royal family to maintain its rule during this period. Touching this thing lightly is like touching one's own head.

Belinsky's attitude towards serfdom was very clear from beginning to end. He did not believe in the so-called humanitarianism of the landlords, nor did he think there was any room for compromise. There was no way out except to abolish it.

Because of this, Belinsky was almost on the verge of imprisonment in his last few years. Belinsky once met Skobelev, the commander of the Peter and Paul Fortress. The warden made a "joke" to him: "When will you come to us? We have prepared a comfortable prison cell for you." He was only spared because of Belinsky's sudden death.

After his death, the gendarmerie captain Dubert said with regret: "What a pity! We should have sent him to the fortress."

But it must be said that even if Belinsky had really written this, it probably would not have passed the censorship.

When Mikhail saw Belinsky's pale face, gasping for breath, and holding a handkerchief to his mouth with a trembling hand, he hurried forward, patted Belinsky on the back, and sighed, "Dear Vissarion, please sit down, drink some tea and eat something. You look like you are about to faint."

"This is all because of your novel, Mikhail." Belinsky panted as he slowly sat down.

"I am truly convinced that a novel like yours will have a greater impact than my criticism and political commentary. What I write may have an impact on some gentlemen, but what you write about will resonate with even a serf.

That's what writers, and only writers, can truly do. I heard from Nicola that you read your novel to the landlord and tenants in your apartment building? And it seems to have had quite a positive effect.

That's right, if one day all the peasants in Russia heard your novels, perhaps some things would really change because of them!"

Oh my god, what if I accidentally commit suicide at home one day?
Or maybe he was picked on by an officer and forced to duel, thus recreating the old story of Pushkin and his fan and imitator Lermontov.
Although he thought so in his heart, Mikhail said nothing in the end. He just waited for Belinsky's emotions to calm down slowly until he became normal again.

Frankly speaking, due to physical problems and long-term high-intensity work in harsh environments, Belinsky's physical condition was already very bad, otherwise he would not have died young.

Of course, Mikhail's physical condition is not very good. In order to survive better in the future, Mikhail is indeed prepared to exercise seriously after he can eat enough.

Back to the point, although Belinsky's words sounded a bit outrageous, the gentlemen who often gathered here had long been accustomed to Belinsky's "neurotic" mental state and his somewhat sarcastic way of speaking.

Therefore, after a brief silence, these gentlemen did not want to continue to discuss this topic in depth, but started doing other things and talking about other topics.

Some of them were talking about the novel artistic conception of the novel they had just heard, while others came to check on Belinsky. Among them, Turgenev was the one who blamed himself the most:
"Dear Vissarion, perhaps my words were a little thoughtless, otherwise why would they make you so excited?"

"No, that's not your problem. I just think a novel like this is more worthy of interpretation." Belinsky, who had recovered, shook his head and smiled. Just as he was about to say something else, he suddenly looked in one direction and said, "I'm not going to say anything else. I ...
"But Ivan, maybe you could give me the snacks you put there. I'm starving."

(End of this chapter)