I am a literary giant in Russia

Chapter 46 Your name
After the crowd dispersed, Pulheriya and Dunya, who had been stunned in their place, suddenly woke up from a dream and hurriedly followed the others to the cafe. Pulheriya, who had just been shrouded in an inexplicable fear, suddenly became excited:

"Is this magazine so famous? So many gentlemen are asking about it! But how come it's out of stock? I can't wait to see it!"

"I want to see Mom, too." After witnessing the scene just now, the girl, who had been relatively calm, couldn't help but get excited. One hand tightly grasped the corner of her clothes. "How good must my brother's writing be to be able to publish his novel in a magazine like this?"

With this inexplicable excitement, Pulcheria and Dunya quickly followed the crowd to the door of a relatively large cafe. When they arrived here, they saw at a glance that almost all the people they saw were well-dressed gentlemen, and there was hardly a single ordinary-looking citizen.

At this moment, these gentlemen gathered here. Some were discussing some issues eagerly, and occasionally uttered authentic French words. Some were sitting in the corner, drinking tea and reading the newspaper in their hands. More people gathered together. At the request of everyone, a gentleman who was quite good at recitation was also ready to read what he was reading.

Mikhail is now very accustomed to scenes like this, especially those involving communication problems. Mikhail occasionally feels a sense of familiarity. After all, a hundred years later, Mikhail can still hear some people speaking a few authentic English words...

But for Pulheria, this kind of scene was almost something she had never seen before, and looking at the decoration of the cafe, they did not have enough confidence to order a cup of tea in such a shop.

So for a moment, the old woman and the girl stood at the door, their faces slightly pale, and they didn't know what to do for a moment.

Fortunately, the man who was reciting something was surrounded by the crowd and came to a relatively outside position. Although the voices of those around him were very chaotic, Pulcheria and Dunya, who were standing not far away, could also hear the general meaning:
"What are you waiting for, Artyom? I swear to God, if you keep acting like that I'm going to shove my fist in your mouth!"

"If you don't want to read it, give me the magazine quickly! Almost everyone has been telling me this these past two days, but I just can't see it!"

"When did 'Chronicles of the Motherland' sell so well? It sold well before, but never to this extent."

"Does this even need explaining? You'll understand if you think about it for a moment."

"Which one should I read? I heard they were both excellent, but one was very profound, and the other was very moving."

"'The Poor'? Or 'Thirst Sleep'?"

"Let's read 'The Poor People' first! I like that kind-hearted couple! If there were more people like them, many of the problems facing us in Russia would be easily solved!"

The discussion was quite noisy, but when the man holding the magazine began to read, the surroundings suddenly became much quieter. Although Pulcheria and Dunya had failed to achieve their goal, out of curiosity, they looked at each other and finally stood there to listen for a while.

"In a fisherman's hut, the fisherman's wife, Sanna, sat under the lamp, mending an old fishing sail. The wind howled and wailed in the yard, and the waves crashed against the shore, making a rustling sound."

The two had only intended to listen for a while, but when they came to their senses, they had already finished the novel. The old woman, Pulcheria, had thought she would never understand what the novel was about, but when she finished, she looked at her equally moved daughter, Dunya, with tears in her eyes and said,

"What kind-hearted people! Dounia, I wish you and Misha would meet such kind-hearted people! We should be kind too, and God will bless us!"

After listening to this one, the young man with excellent recitation skills soon began to read the second one. Pulcheria and Dunya also briefly forgot the purpose of their trip and were unconsciously caught up in the novel:

"It's night time. The nurse, Varka, a girl of thirteen, is rocking a cradle with a baby in it; she hums, so softly that you can just hear her: 'Sleep, sleep well, I'll sing for you.'"

After listening to this novel, the old woman Pulcheria also had tears in her eyes, as if she would shed a few tears for the poor little girl in the next moment:
"Why won't you give her a break? I've seen it happen, dear Dounia. We have so many masters like that, who treat their slaves as if they weren't breathing, breathing beings! They say: 'Horses and donkeys are much more delicate than humans! If they're used too much, they'll die, while humans try to keep themselves alive. But how can that be?'
Sometimes, before God himself comes to punish them, they have already been beaten to death by their servants! " "Yes, mother." The girl, also full of sympathy, replied, "How can people be so bad as to be like that?"

The two talked like this for a long time, and when they finally came to their senses, they remembered their purpose.

Pulheria looked at the crowd gathered together discussing something and immediately became worried:

"Dunya, how are we supposed to start? How can we get these gentlemen to let us see that magazine? But look at them, they're so eager to dive right into their books that they don't even have time to pay attention to us.
But I have to say, "Motherland Chronicle" is really an excellent literary magazine. I can actually hear such a touching novel. You know, I rarely listen to such things. I can't imagine how noble and talented a gentleman must be to write such a novel!

It must have taken a lot of effort for Misha to be in the same magazine as such a gentleman."

Even though she had always had confidence in her son, Pulcheria was not so arrogant as to think that Misha's novels would be on the same level as this gentleman's.

After all, it had only been three or four months since Misha said he decided to start writing. With such a short time, how could he possibly write a novel that would touch everyone who heard it?
"Yes, Mom." Dounia, who shared the same thought, nodded in agreement. "Brother must have worked very hard to be featured in a magazine like this. I'm sure he'll write something very exciting."

After saying this, before the two worried people could figure out what to do, a gentleman who was sitting at a seat in the cafe was just listening nonchalantly, but as he listened, he froze in his seat.

When the young people finished reading and began to discuss the problem, he struggled for a moment, and finally asked loudly:
"Hey, gentlemen! Could you tell me which magazine you're reading? And who are the authors of these two novels? Is it Gogol's new work? Or the respected Count Maxim?"

"Neither sir."

Under the gaze of Pulcheria and Dunya, several young people responded loudly, and when they talked about the authors of the two novels, there was clearly a different look on their faces.

Under everyone's gaze, they said the name loudly:

"His name is Mikhail Romanovich Raskolnikov!"

Upon hearing this name, Dounia Romanovna Raskolnikova and Pulcheria Alexandrovna Raskolnikova were stunned for a long moment, as if struck by lightning. Then, they suddenly felt a ray of light shining upon them, and even their last names began to shimmer.
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