I am a literary giant in Russia

Chapter 53 Pride and Prejudice (asking for monthly tickets!)

Regarding the status of poetry in literature, it is no exaggeration to say that poetry is both the mother of literature and the highest condensation of literary spirit. Almost all of mankind’s earliest written literature appears in the form of poetry.

Poetry is undoubtedly the original form of expression of language art. At the same time, it plays a huge role in establishing the national language and national spirit. Just like our great Pushkin, it was through poetry that he gradually established the language norms of the Russian language and allowed more people to discover the beauty of the Russian language. Thus, he became the eternal sun in the history of Russian literature.

But what’s interesting is that Pushkin learned French first and then Russian, and French was his language of communication throughout his life. This was of course related to the fashion of the Russian aristocracy at that time.

Due to their cultural disadvantage, a large number of Russian nobles admired French and ridiculed those old-fashioned people who only spoke Russian. When Russia's culture gradually improved, a large number of Slavic patriots stood up again, denouncing the bad habit of speaking French, and then began to belittle the culture and language of France and other countries.

All I can say is that this kind of thing is not new, and we will see many more of it in the coming era.

It's so cliché that it's disappointing.

By the way, there are also many jokes about language. A classic one is that in the 16th century, Charles V, the Holy Roman Emperor, once quipped: "I speak to God in Spanish, to women in Italian, to men in French, and to my horse in German."

In short, even though poetry has become increasingly discredited by some people in later generations, in this era, poetry is undoubtedly still the crown of literature, and a poet can often receive more praise than a novelist.

The poem "I Love You More Than Nature" is from the Soviet era. The language is absolutely impeccable and it gives full play to the unique advantages of the Russian language. At the same time, its light, bright and slightly bitter style will undoubtedly bring a refreshing feeling to many people in this era that is still in the stage of romantic elegy.

Some people thought more deeply, like Turgenev, who was standing next to Mikhail. After listening, he was stunned at first, and then looked at Mikhail's whole body with a look of surprise, as if he wanted to tear off Mikhail's skin to see what was inside.

After looking at it for a long time, Turgenev finally spoke with difficulty: "Mikhail, are you the lover of the Muse? Otherwise, why would she treat you so well? This is the best poem I have heard this year. Even the great poets of St. Petersburg may not be able to write a better poem than yours."

"It's okay, it's okay." Mikhail waved his hand modestly and then smiled slightly.

In Turgenev's eyes, this calm and relaxed demeanor was simply unbelievably beautiful.

Turgenev: “.”

Perhaps I should learn a little from dear Mikhail in this regard.
At the same time, many people present may not have thought as deeply as poets like Turgenev, but for them, the content of this poem itself is enough to make them feel a rare experience and be moved by this poem.

So when Mikhail finished reading, the scene was silent for a moment. Almost everyone was looking at the young poet, as if waiting for him to say something.

But Mikhail said nothing, just smiled slightly, then bowed slightly to everyone present. When he stood up again, a louder applause rang out:
"Chapeau! (French, wonderful), what a poem!"

"A handsome young man and his even more beautiful poetry. Who is he? Why have I never seen him at any party?"

"I haven't heard poetry like this in a long time. God, some poets' poetry simply makes me sleepy. There is no more hypnotic lullaby than their poetry, but it's a bit prone to nightmares."

"It's well written, but I think it's a bit too straightforward, and it seems to praise his beloved too highly. Who can compare with Shakespeare? And how can one compare his love for his country with his?" "I"

Some people may really think that this poem is good, but some people may see that others are applauding, and if they don’t applaud, it would seem like they are uncultured, so they claps louder than others.

But no matter what, Mikhail was indeed the focus of the party at this moment, and soon one gentleman and lady after another surrounded him, as if they really wanted to communicate with him.

Some people were really interested in art, and Mikhail could give pretty good responses to this, occasionally speaking authentic French, which immediately made these gentlemen in St. Petersburg nod their heads repeatedly, recognizing Mikhail's identity as an artist.

But it must be said that the authentic St. Petersburg gentlemen are quite realistic. More people are still interested in Mikhail's family background. Mikhail does not feel the need to hide it and chooses to tell the truth.

After this answer, the number of gentlemen and ladies surrounding Mikhail suddenly decreased a lot, but even so, dealing with the remaining people made Mikhail exhausted.

After he had some free time, Mikhail no longer cared about the looming gaze, but hurriedly looked for tea or something else. If he didn't eat something, his stomach would probably rumble, which would be really embarrassing at the party.

After a quick scan, Mikhail, who had already roughly determined his target, quickly walked towards the place he liked.

Seeing Mikhail's actions, a girl who had been observing Mikhail from the beginning frowned in confusion.

As the daughter of a general who had some power in St. Petersburg, there were definitely many people who surrounded her and tried to pay her attention to them. After a long time, she had even gotten used to it. There were many people who tried to pay her attention that she couldn't even remember their faces.

But today, her deliberate attention to a certain person was noticed by almost everyone around her, but the young man who seemed to have just entered the upper class remained unmoved. Apart from chatting with those gentlemen and ladies who specifically looked for him, he almost never took the initiative, and his eyes were always looking in a direction that made her feel a little confused.

Although this girl was not an active person, and faced with all kinds of people trying to show their courtesy, she was just responding normally based on her family upbringing and social etiquette. However, when she thought of the poem the other person had just recited and the other person's deep black eyes, the girl's heart beat faster involuntarily.

After hesitating for a while, the girl finally made up her mind. After politely greeting the people around her, she stood up, lifted her skirt slightly, and then flew out as lightly as a bird.

As for Mikhail, he was immersed in his own world at this moment.

Ok, ok, this looks really delicious.

This one seems kind of delicious too.
Well, that one is pretty good too.

It smells a bit fragrant. This is the most fancy one.

Would it be a bit embarrassing if I ate it all?
Just as Mikhail was thinking about these questions, a slender white finger suddenly appeared on his shoulder, and then touched Mikhail like a dragonfly touching the water.

Mikhail's body stiffened slightly, and he quickly swallowed what he had in his mouth. After he regained his composure, he turned his head and looked.
(End of this chapter)