Chapter 7 Chapter 05

In this way, the Ikhmenev family moved to Petersburg.I shall not describe the reunion between me and Natasha after a long absence.In these four years, I have never forgotten her.Of course, whenever I think of her, I don't fully understand myself. My feelings at the time were in vain; but our reconstruction soon made it clear to me that she was meant to be mine.At first, when they first came to Petersburg, I always felt that she hadn't grown much in the past few years, as if she hadn't changed at all, just like before we parted. Such a little girl.But then every day I found something new in her that I was not familiar with before, as if she was hiding it from me, as if the girl was avoiding me on purpose - and this new discovery made me feel more

happy!When he first arrived in Petersburg, the old man had a bad temper and a very hot temper.Things were going badly with him; he was very angry and angry, too busy with paperwork to think about us.As for Anna Andreyevna, it seemed Lost, I could hardly think of anything at first.Petersburg frightened her.She sighed and shuddered at every turn, and wept for her old life, for Ihmenevka, for Natasha's death, No one cared about her, because there was no one else to confide in, so she talked to me about everything, and said a lot of strange things. Just then, shortly before their arrival, I finished my first novel, the one from which I began my literary career,1 because I was a novice and did not at first know what to write. where is this novel going

Contributed.At the Ikhmenevs' I didn't say anything about it, because I had nothing to do all day, that is to say, I didn't do anything, I didn't run around to find an excuse for myself, and they almost didn't quarrel with me.The old man is sad and angry accuses me, of course, out of paternal concern for me.As for me, it's just because I'm too embarrassed to tell them what I'm doing.Seriously, how can I tell them bluntly that I don't want to do things, I want to write novels , so I had to hide it from them temporarily, saying that I couldn't find a job and was looking hard.He didn't have time to check whether what I said was true or not.I remember one time, because Natasha had listened too much to our conversation, she quietly pulled me aside, crying with tears in my eyes.

Begging me to think about my own future, asking me honestly, trying to understand what I was doing, but I didn't tell her honestly, so she asked me to warn me that I would never act like a The idler and the idler ruin themselves like that. Indeed, although I wasn't honest with her about what I was doing, I remember wishing I'd exchanged the compliments I'd heard critics and connoisseurs say about me later. works for my first Novel words of thumbs up.My novel is finally published.Long before it came out, the literary world had been met with boisterous applause. B① was as happy as a child after reading my manuscript.No!if i ever felt

Happily, not in that ecstatic moment at the beginning of my success, but in a time when I had not read the manuscript myself, nor shown it to anyone: when, in the long night, I held myself rapturous hopes and fantasies, none I loved the fruits of my labour; at that time, I breathed and shared fate with my fantasies, with the characters I created myself, as if they were my relatives, as if they were real people; I loved them and rejoiced with them , share sorrow, sometimes Even my most sincere tears of sympathy for my simple-minded hero.I cannot describe how glad the two old men were when they learned of my success, though at first they were astonished: the news was so unexpected to them!For example

She said that Anna Andreevna would not believe that the celebrated literary rookie was such and such a Vanya, and she shook her head repeatedly.The old man refused to change his moves for a long time. At first, when he first heard these rumors, He was even taken aback at the time; first he said that my career prospects were ruined, and then he said that all those who asked for pens were generally eccentric and indiscreet.But news kept coming, and advertisements appeared in magazines, At last he heard some flattering words about me from whom he was convinced--which forced him to change his view of the matter.Later, when he saw that I suddenly had money and learned that I could get so much money by writing,

His last cloud of doubt dissipated.He went from skepticism to complete, overjoyed conviction, childlike delight at my turn of events, and suddenly dreamy, hopeful, and wallowing in my future. In a dazzling fantasy.Every day he designs new bright futures and plans for me. In these plans, what bright futures have not been thought of!He began to show me a special respect that he had never had before.but then again , There are often such moments, I remember, just when he was dancing with joy and thinking about it, he was suddenly surrounded by all kinds of doubts, so he became confused again.

① refers to Dostoyevsky's novel "The Poor" (the book was completed in May 1845). "Writers, poets! It's really puzzling...When did these poetry writers become a profession and a kind of official title? Such people will only write scribbles after all, and they are unreliable!" ① refers to the famous Russian critic Belinsky. I found that such doubts and all these difficult questions generally came to his mind in the twilight hours (I will never forget all these details and the whole period of great happiness!) In the twilight hours, we this time An old man often becomes irritable, sensitive and suspicious for some reason.Both Natasha and I are very familiar with his temper, so we laughed at first.I remember, to cheer him up, I told him some stories, saying that Suma

How Rokov was promoted to general①, how the emperor gave Derchavin a snuff bottle, plus countless gold coins②, and Her Majesty visited Lomonosov in person; I also told him about Pushkin and Gogol's story. "I know, boy, I know it all," said the old man, perhaps hearing these stories for the first time in his life, but he begged to disagree. "Well! I say, Vanya, I'm glad to see that you've made this thing without verse. Little old man Brother, poetry is pure nonsense; don't argue, please believe my old man's heartfelt words; I hope you are well; it is purely nonsense, full of food, waste of time!Poems are written only by high school students; poetry drives you young people out of your wits

It's too late, I'm about to enter the madhouse... Even if Pushkin is great, who says he isn't great!After all, they are crooked poems, so I can't praise them; they are all illusory things... Then again, I don't read much of Pushkin's poems... Prose is another matter!do Writers can use prose to play an educational role—for example, the book talks about loving the motherland, punishing evil and promoting good...isn’t it right?But I won't express myself, my boy, but you'll understand; it's out of love that I want to say it .Well, come on, come on, you just read to us! ’ When I finally got the book and we were all sitting around the round table after tea, he finally said, with a kind of patronizing air: ‘What did you write in the book?

Well, read it to us; people say a lot of good things about you!Let's see, see! " I opened the book to read aloud.That night, my novel had just been printed, and I finally got a sample book, so I hurried to Ikhmenev's house to read my work aloud. What a pity and chagrin that I was not able to read them my novel earlier in manuscript (because the manuscript was in the hands of the publisher)!Natasha even cried because she quarreled with me and blamed me for letting other people see this before she did. novel...but we're finally at the table ① Sumarokov (1717-1777), a Russian writer.He served as a fourth-class civil servant, equivalent to a military major general. ② Empress Catherine II of Russia once bestowed a golden snuff bottle with diamonds and a Five hundred gold coins. ③ Lomonosov (1711-1765), a famous Russian scientist and poet, Ekaterina II personally drove and visited his laboratory. Sit down.The old man put on an unusually serious expression, ready to make a comment.He is to comment strictly and rigorously, to "confirm for himself".The old lady's appearance is also unusually solemn; a new hair cap on her head is probably the same I put it on to hear me read a novel.She had noticed long ago that I often looked at her favorite Natasha with affection; whenever I spoke to her, I was nervous, out of breath, and my eyes were dark. look at me two His eyes somehow looked brighter than before.yes!Finally, the time has come to turn. At this time, I have achieved great success, have a great future, and I am full of ambitions. Good things come together, and they all come at once!At the same time the old lady also noticed.Her old man somehow He was full of praise for me, and at the same time looked at me and his daughter in a strange way... When she saw this, she suddenly became frightened: After all, I am not an earl, not a duke, nor a prince who holds great power, or to say the least, I am not Young and unrestrained, full of chest Medal, a sixth-class civil servant who graduated from a law school!Anna Andreiguana disliked her hopes only half fulfilled. "Everyone praises him," she wondered, "what to praise him—I don't know. Writer, poet...how old is this writer?"