I am a literary giant in Russia

Chapter 42 The second Mikhail appears!

"The old wooden clock chimed hoarsely past ten, then eleven... and still her husband hadn't returned. He never cared about his own health, often braving the freezing cold and the wind and waves to fish. She toiled from morning till night, but what did it matter? The family was barely making ends meet."

Just from the beginning, one can tell that this is another extremely refined novel, which depicts the difficult situation of this family with just a few strokes.

For a family like this, it is not easy to survive on their own, but the heroine is still thinking about others:
"Sanna suddenly remembered that she had wanted to visit her sick neighbor since the evening. "No one has taken care of her yet!"

"What a hard situation a widow has! She has only two children, and yet she has to worry about everything alone. And she's ill herself! Oh, what a hard situation a widow has! Let me go in and see her."

Sana kept knocking on the door, but no one answered, so she finally had to go in to check, and she saw this scene:

"She lay so quietly and motionless on her back, as if she had just died. Sana moved the lantern closer. Yes, her head was tilted back, and her cold, blue face showed the serenity of death.

One of the dead person's pale hands seemed to be trying to pick up something, and it fell down and dangled on the straw mat. Next to the dead mother, two little babies with chubby faces and curly hair were sleeping. They were covered with a tattered piece of clothing, with their legs curled up and their two yellow-haired heads pressed tightly together.

It looked as if their mother had managed to wrap her old headscarf around their calves and cover them with her own clothes before she died. Their breathing was regular and calm, and their sleep was sweet and deep.

When Dostoevsky saw this, he was originally just learning, but now he was immersed in it, and his heart suddenly became nervous.

In today's Russia, two helpless orphans don't even need to think about what the outcome will be.

Given Sana's family's current situation, it is already difficult to make a living, let alone talk about other things.
Dostoyevsky didn't know how to handle this, and neither did the heroine in the novel:

"Sanna took down the cradle, wrapped them in a scarf, and brought them home. Her heart was pounding. She didn't know how or why she did this, but she knew she had to do what she had done."

Although Sana had made this decision unconsciously, she was not the only one who had the final say in this family. In fact, the survival of this family still depended on her husband's hard work. With two more mouths to feed, the pressure was enormous.

So Sana, who was still looking forward to her husband's return, suddenly became panicked:

"Is he back? No, he hasn't come back yet. Why would he bring these two children back?... Will he beat me up? I deserve it. I deserve it. Is he back? No!... Well, it's better if he doesn't come back."

But some things are inevitable. In the end, Sana's husband, the fisherman, came back exhausted. But this time, good luck still didn't favor him. He still caught almost nothing:
"It's terrible! I haven't caught anything, and my nets are all torn. It's a terrible situation! . . . I tell you, it's unlucky weather. I don't think I've ever seen such a dark night. And what's the point of fishing? I'm glad I got back alive. Now, what did you do while I was away?"

Sana was silent for a while, but finally, seeing that she could not avoid it, she spoke:
"You know," Sana said, "our neighbor Sima is dead."

"Really?"

"I don't know when they died, probably yesterday. Both children were still tiny... one couldn't speak yet, and the other had just learned to crawl..." Sana fell silent.

Faced with this situation, the tired fisherman could have completely ignored this terrible thing, but he still:

"The fisherman frowned, looking serious and worried. He scratched the back of his head from time to time and said, "We have to bring them over. How can the children be with the dead? Okay, let's do it. We can get through this. Go and get them!" But Sanna didn't move.

"What's the matter with you? Don't you want to?"

"They are right here," Sana said, pulling open the mosquito net.

Looking at such an unexpected but seemingly reasonable ending, the thin man who was usually in a tense and depressed state unconsciously relaxed his brows and felt happy for such an ending from the bottom of his heart.

Who says poor people don’t have a kind heart?
The man vaguely felt that he seemed to have grasped something again, but looking at the novel at the back, he finally suppressed the desire to write and concentrated on reading the next one "Thirsty".

Just when he thought this would be a heartwarming story, he was stunned when he saw the ending that left a suspense but seemed to have no suspense. His originally gentle heart was gradually replaced by another intense emotion, so that his pale lips began to tremble.

At this moment, he really wanted to say something to the people around him, but there was no one beside him. So after struggling for a long time, he finally sat down at the desk and wrote a letter to his brother:
"Oh my God! Brother, remember that Mikhail I told you about? He's got a new piece in the Fatherland Chronicle. I hope you've seen the previous issue with him, so I don't need to tell you how good his writing is!

Two more novels. Different from the previous one, these two novels in this issue seem to form a contrast. I was just feeling inspired by that beautiful soul, but then he turned around and punched me again!
How could he write two seemingly opposite novels, yet both be so concise and so exquisite?
I won't say more. When you see it, you'll understand that I'm not lying. I hope you'll write to me and tell me what you think.

I'm going to continue writing, brother! My work, which had been stagnant, has now been given new impetus. I have a feeling I'll finish this novel at an unprecedented speed! I didn't know what to name it, but after seeing his novel, I seem to have an idea.

But if I were to choose the same name as this gentleman, how would others perceive my novel? Would they think I wrote it after reading his work? Although that's certainly true, I still don't want to hear others say that.

But maybe this is also a tribute to the gentleman? I really need to think about this question.

The only thing that is certain is that I will finish my novel as soon as possible, and then I will submit it to the "Fatherland Chronicle". Then you will see people shouting: The second Mikhail has appeared! Brother, I have this confidence, please bless me!

If you have enough money, you can send me some. I'm planning to concentrate on writing for a while."

Thanks to “Mo Yu Ren Yong Bu Mian”, “Ju Da Lang’s Summer”, “Hell Has No Blood” for the rewards and everyone’s monthly tickets, thank you very much!

I have to work harder and save up some articles. When the time comes, I will definitely add more chapters for your monthly tickets and rewards. I will keep working hard.

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