I am a literary giant in Russia

Chapter 67 Nothing is missing

After hearing the name Dostoevsky, Mikhail suddenly felt a lot more excited.

Although he did remember that it was a friend of Nekrasov named Grigorovich who recommended Dostoevsky's debut work to him, it was only when he really confirmed the news that Mikhail finally felt relieved.

I finally waited for you, my proudest Lao Tuo!

Now our Petersburg Anthology has everything we need!
After a slight excitement, Mikhail immediately smiled and nodded, saying, "I think it's fine. We'll take a good look at his submission once it's in. I've always felt that our collection lacks a heavyweight newcomer."

"Yes, Mikhail, but where else can we find so many talented new writers besides you?"

Hearing Mikhail's words, Nekrasov shook his head with emotion, then looked at Grigorovich and said, "Look, since Mikhail has said so, it's even more impossible for me to refuse you. When he finishes the draft, you can come to us and we can read it together. Mikhail, do you have time?"

"of course."

After hearing Mikhail's answer, the young man who had just calmed down became excited again. Although Mikhail did not read his manuscript, the fact that his friend had such a good thing was enough to make him happy for him from the bottom of his heart.

Judging from the fragments he had heard before, Grigorovich felt that what his friend wrote would not be too bad.

So he walked with Nekrasov and Mikhail for a while with excitement, and then he couldn't wait to tell his friends the good news.

When Nekrasov and Mikhail were the only ones left, they continued to talk about the collection of essays, and when talking about the collection of essays, they unconsciously talked about their respective loans.

"Mikhail, I suddenly realized that I seem to have accumulated several hundred rubles in debt recently."

"Oh?" Mikhail blinked and said, "What about today?"

"Not yet today."

Nekrasov was a little surprised, so he couldn't help asking: "What about you?"

"Just got five hundred roubles on my back."

“That’s true.”

He thought he was already suffering a bit, but after listening to Mikhail's words, Nekrasov couldn't help laughing.

In short, whenever Nekrasov was so anxious about this gamble that he couldn't sleep, he always liked to communicate with Mikhail. Looking at the other party's confident and calm look, Nekrasov would suddenly have hope for the future again.

Of course, if you insist, Mikhail was a little nervous, but since it had come to this, it was done. While Nekrasov and Mikhail were walking towards Panayev's house, Grigorovich had also hurried to his own house.

His thin roommate was sitting on the sofa at the moment, frowning, as if he was worried about something.

Seeing this, Grigorovich didn't keep him in suspense. Instead, he came up to him and said excitedly, "Okay, Fyodor, I've already asked for you. My publisher friend is willing to accept your submission. And do you know who I met? Mikhail!

It's the gentleman you often mentioned to me! He also said that he would take a good look at your manuscript. If your manuscript is really good, then you will definitely have the opportunity to show your face in the cultural circle of St. Petersburg!"

"Ok?"

Dostoevsky, who was originally worried about today's lunch, was stunned for a moment when he heard this. Then, his slightly pale face suddenly flushed with excitement, and even his lips trembled slightly.

"You're not kidding me, are you, Gregorovitch? I can't stand such excitement."

"How could that be?" Grigorovitch shook his head. "I swear to God, what I say is absolutely true. It seems to me that you are very close to entering the cultural circles of Petersburg. Do you want me to take your manuscript there now?"

"No! Wait a little longer, wait a little longer"

Dostoevsky stood up excitedly and walked around the small living room, repeating some words over and over again in a somewhat incoherent manner:
"Since I have such a great opportunity, how could I not check it over and over again? To be honest, I am very confident in my manuscript, but since it will go directly into the hands of that genius, how could I not be more cautious?

"Grigorovich, tell me, what is your impression of that gentleman? I heard that he has a handsome face, and you can tell at a glance that he has received a good education and is very noble! He has a carefree demeanor that does not worry about life at all!"

"Oh?" He briefly recalled his impression of their previous meeting. Although he seemed to have not paid much attention due to his excitement, at this moment, Gregorovich nodded with certainty and said, "Yes, that's right! He will leave a good impression on everyone who meets him!"

"I can't wait to meet him and talk to him, but for now, let me check my manuscript again."

After hearing such good news, Dostoevsky, who was originally worried about lunch, was no longer hungry. Instead, he greeted Grigorovich and hurried to sit down at his desk.

Although he wanted to write a letter to brag to his brother and talk about this matter in front of those who looked down on him, considering that the sooner the inspection was done, the sooner the other party could see it, Dostoevsky could only suppress the thoughts in his heart and concentrate on organizing his manuscript.

Because he was in a very serious state, the work progressed very quickly. In addition, the manuscript was almost finished, so there was no need to wait until the next day. In the afternoon, the hungry Dostoevsky began to urge Grigorovich to deliver the manuscript.

Watching his friend leave, the young man, who had recently been worried about his financial situation and future, began to pace back and forth in the living room. On the one hand, he was worried about his own future. If he didn't succeed this time, he might have to waste a few more years.

On the other hand, he really didn't want to receive negative feedback from the young writer he liked very much.
(End of this chapter)