I am a literary giant in Russia

Chapter 59 Reply
After returning from Kraevsky, Mikhail reorganized the manuscript a little bit, checked it over and over again, and made sure there were no major problems. Then Mikhail asked someone to send the poem "I Love You a Little More Than Nature" and the new novel over.

After finishing this task, Mikhail returned to his desk and scratched his head as he looked at the letter from the general's daughter. He didn't know how to react for a moment.

In fact, although Mikhail told the general's daughter his home address, he didn't really expect her to write to him. After all, Mikhail currently lived in a famous poor street and poor gathering area in St. Petersburg. Just by seeing the address, the other party could probably guess his current situation.

Even if the other party did not have too many aristocratic habits, the gap was too big. Mikhail thought that after seeing his address, the girl's interest in him would probably disappear for the most part, but now, her letter finally came.

After receiving the letter, Mikhail did not rush to read the contents, but instead spent a long time studying the material and taste of the letter.

In today's Russia, although industrialization has made some progress, the overall industrial process is still slow, and the same is true for the papermaking industry, with limited output and uneven quality.

Therefore, the nobles of this era used imported fine paper, and also used stationery with patterns or scents to symbolize their status.

A poor guy like Mikhail of course used rough and brittle paper, which cost him a lot of money. Moreover, if you write on such paper with a little force, it is possible to pierce the paper.

As for what you said about going to the toilet? Don't ask me, brother.

Then again, after completing his research, Mikhail was also in a dilemma. Would he have to buy some good paper to write back to the other person? This was another expense.

After sighing, Mikhail opened the letter from the girl:
"Dear Mr. Mikhail Romanovich:
Greetings to you, I have been thinking for a long time these past few days, and finally sorted out my messy thoughts. If there is anything wrong, I hope you will not laugh at me..."

After exchanging a few pleasantries, the girl began to talk about her thoughts on Mikhail's previous novels. What surprised Mikhail was that her perspective on these novels was quite close to that of ordinary people, and she did not make any remarks that would make Mikhail shake his head.

Although he felt that the girl was a nice person when they chatted last time, Mikhail was still very relieved to see this again.

In these days, good nobles, like good officials, are ninety-nine percent rare, and Mikhail is happy to deal with such people.

Don't think that all the nobles Mikhail is familiar with are pretty good, but this is basically because the circle he joined is like that. If you open up the map and shoot at them, nine out of ten of them will be killed.

After telling Mikhail about her ideas about the novels, the girl also briefly told Mikhail one or two interesting things that had happened recently.

In short, a certain noble young man was reciting poetry in public when his stomach suddenly rumbled for a while, causing him to lose face in high society. Another incident involved a gentleman who, having taken advantage of the time difference, did something remarkable: he wrote down Mikhail's poem at a party that day and then read it directly to his wife, without mentioning Mikhail's name.

His wife was deeply moved and spent a wonderful night with her husband.

When she heard from others who the poem belonged to, she immediately said in frustration: "Oh God! You know, I only got it because of that poem!"

Mikhail: “???”

Fuck you, what do you think of our poets' poems?
Of course, because the other party was still a young girl, although she felt that Mikhail, the person involved, should know about this matter, she was embarrassed to say it clearly, so she used a lot of vague words to describe the matter.

But this did not prevent Mikhail from seeing the truth.
After writing this, the letter ended here. Although the other party did not seem to say any polite words like "looking forward to your reply", before Mikhail could feel glad that he had saved some money, he found something else in the envelope: a few blank sheets of fine paper.

It seemed as if he said nothing, but it also seemed as if he said something.

Mikhail pondered over the blank pages for a long time, and after a long hesitation, he finally decided to pick up his pen and write a reply.
And the very next day after Mikhail wrote his reply, his new novel finally arrived on the desk of the solemn Mr. Kraevsky. He was excited about the rapid increase in magazine subscriptions that was likely to come with Mikhail's new novel, but at the same time he decided to read the novel with the most demanding attitude.

While lowering the royalties, we should also prevent this young man from taking his novel too seriously.

Of course, after criticizing, Krajewski must also kindly encourage the young man.
With this in mind, Krajewski quickly began his reading.

Krajewski was so eager to criticize the novel that he even forgot to look at the title and went straight to the text:
"Police officer Ochumelov, in his new greatcoat and with a small bag under his arm, was walking across the market square. A red-haired policeman strode after him, carrying a sieve filled with confiscated gooseberries. The square was completely silent; not a soul was in sight..."

A patrolman. These people can often be seen in St. Petersburg. Some policemen directly serve His Majesty the Tsar and do some big and powerful things, while others maintain daily social order. Although Kraevsky does not like to cause trouble, he has indeed dealt with these people.

There is no doubt that this novel seems to provide a new role for today's Russian literature.
Although shocked by the young man's creativity, Krajewski still had no intention of giving up his criticism, but he continued to read on:
"You bit me, damned one!" Ochumelov heard a sudden commotion. "Men, don't let it get away! It won't bite now! Catch it! Ouch... Ouch!"

(End of this chapter)