I am a literary giant in Russia

Chapter 55 There is always a moon that belongs only to you

After Mikhail's answer, the young woman was slightly stunned, but she quickly reacted. After all, although she was young, she was currently able to serve in the court. Nadya was certainly not an idiot. After thinking about it for a while, she saw Mikhail's humility and understood some of his concerns.

While those novels seem to Nadia to evoke sympathy and be a good reminder for some, there are indeed many people who probably wouldn't see them that way.

Some people have been immersed in the virtual world for so long that even gentle voices sound harsh to them, let alone other things.

After realizing this, the girl assured Mikhail, "I was a little hasty in thinking this. Don't worry, I won't do that again. And if one day I hear from others that your novel is not good, I am willing to say a few fair words for you. I know very well that you can write such a novel because you have a noble heart."

Otherwise, how many people in today's Russia would dare to make such a voice?"

After hearing what Nadya said, Mikhail immediately developed a better impression of the girl.

Okay, okay, now I have someone in the court?
Otherwise, Mikhail really began to consider whether to write an article: "Madam! I am a good citizen!" to offset his previous reputation.

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Speaking of this, one thing we have to say is that for a long time in the past, history has often been the history of men. However, with the development of the times, especially after the Enlightenment, many well-educated and affluent women in Europe have increasingly become an important force in promoting social progress.

This is most prominent in France, our old revolutionary base.

As Mona Ozouf writes in The Discourse of Women: "Foreign travelers to France in both the 18th and 19th centuries were struck by the role played by French women. In an era when women were largely isolated from society, French women appeared more frequently in all spheres of society than in other European countries, and they held extraordinary social authority and status."

Of course, the words of Russian women do not have such a great influence, but if a person has received a good education and fully understood the strongest voice of this era about "freedom, equality and fraternity", it is difficult for her to remain indifferent for a person with conscience.

Of course, there were also staunch feudal fighters, such as Turgenev’s mother…

It now seems that the general's daughter should be the former.

After quickly saying these words, Nadya and Mikhail were quickly guided by the servants to sit down for dinner.

Even though Mikhail had just become the focus of the crowd and could have taken this opportunity to show off, but considering his own situation, Mikhail tried to find a secluded place and then began to eat calmly.

Mikhail's movements were quite graceful, and at first glance, others would think they were normal and nothing special. But if you kept watching, you would find that Mikhail didn't stop at all...

But in Turgenev's eyes, Mikhail's calm attitude undoubtedly showed that he did not take what had just happened seriously.

Even after what happened just now, you are still so calm, Mikhail, you...

Seeing Mikhail like this, Turgenev even had less desire to brag. Instead, he tried to learn Mikhail's calmness, and occasionally smiled elegantly.

Compared to Turgenev, Nadya observed much more carefully. After observing for a while, Nadya came to the conclusion that he had a good appetite.

After discovering this, the girl nodded unconsciously.

This is certainly a good thing. A good appetite means a good body, and a good body can better withstand the harsh climate of Russia and the diseases that arise from time to time.

In those days, even for children of the nobility, the infant mortality rate was quite high. In fact, perhaps because he had eaten so much, Mikhail's health had indeed improved significantly. His cheeks, which had been somewhat shriveled, had now become much fuller, and he had more energy to write.

This is definitely a good thing. Throughout history, both in China and abroad, most people who are able to accomplish great things are energetic. If ordinary people had the same work intensity as them, they would probably have died suddenly long ago.

After finishing the meal, some of the guests who came to the party began to leave one after another, and Mikhail did almost the same. If he went back too late, he probably wouldn't be able to find a carriage on the roadside.

But before he left, apart from the general's daughter who wanted to say a few more words to him, a few well-dressed gentlemen, seeing that Mikhail was about to leave, finally let go of their reserve and hurried over with servants holding paper and pen and said:
"Mr. Mikhail Romanovich, could you please read your poem again? We would like to transcribe it and read it to more people. Would you mind?"

"Of course." Mikhail nodded in agreement and then recited the poem again.

Servants with pens and paper were taking notes, and many people at the party gathered around Mikhail out of interest to listen to the poem again.

The girl whose hair seemed to be woven from sunlight stared at Mikhail who was reciting poetry without blinking.

When Mikhail finished reading, she finally woke up from her dream and walked forward briskly, ready to see Mikhail off as he was about to leave.

Because of Mikhail, this area of ​​the general's living room seemed a little crowded, so Nadya took a lot of effort to walk up to Mikhail. She smiled and nodded at Mikhail, and Mikhail understood what she meant.

So the two of them walked out of the crowd together, passed through the luxurious and heavy corridor, and walked towards the door that symbolized the end of the night.

Turgenev did not travel with Mikhail. Firstly, they were going different ways, and secondly, Turgenev considered himself a sensible person and would not appear next to Mikhail at such a time.

After Mikhail walked out of the general's mansion, the world became quiet. The golden people and things in front of him finally turned into the quiet night of St. Petersburg. Mikhail's heart suddenly became open.

"Don't you like this kind of party?" asked the girl next to Mikhail.

"I don't hate it." Mikhail shook his head and said, "But I prefer to be with people I am familiar with."

"Will you still come to a party like this?"

"of course."

Mikhail, who was actually feeling a bit nauseous, tried hard to hold it back, then smiled and nodded.

"Then I look forward to meeting you again." After bowing slightly to Mikhail, the young lady waited for a while. Seeing that Mikhail had no other response except a nod and a smile, the young lady of the noble family thought about it very seriously for a while, and finally spoke before Mikhail went to find a carriage:
"Can I write to you? I have a lot of ideas for your novel that I'd like to share with you. Since we don't have time right now, how about we talk about it in a letter?"

"It's my pleasure."

After politely agreeing to this matter, Mikhail walked towards the carriage, but the noble lady did not leave. Instead, she watched Mikhail get into the carriage with a slightly heavy look, nodded politely to her, and then disappeared little by little into the night.

There seemed something special about the moon tonight, she thought.

(End of this chapter)