Just now, I saw your surname in the lobby of the building. The sign said that Feng Jijielitz Gurov said that your husband was German.
No, his grandfather seems to be German, but he is an Eastern.
When they arrived in Oleanda, they sat on a bench not far from the church and looked at the ocean silently. Through the morning fog, Yalta was hazy and blurred, and the white clouds stopped motionless at the top of the mountain. The leaves did not move, and the cicadas were calling for monotonous and low sea water to tell the story of peace, telling the story that the sea water was ringing like this when there was no Yalta and Oleanda here, and it will still ring like this when we are not alive. Hengzhong’s indifference to life and death of each of us may contain a guarantee that we will be saved forever. Life will continue to run and improve. Gurov is sitting with a young woman who looks very beautiful in Lebanon at all times. Facing this mythical environment, facing this sea, this mountain and this vast sky, I can’t help but feel calm and think deeply. So actually, everything in this world is beautiful, except what we think and do when we forget the highest goal of life and our human dignity.
The man is probably a night watchman. He came over and looked at them and left. This little thing seems so mysterious and beautiful. You can see that a ship from Odyssinia has arrived at the hull and the lights have gone out.
After the grass dew fell silent, Anna Sergei Yevna said
Yeah, it’s time to go back.
They returned to the city.
Later, they met at the embankment at noon every day to have breakfast, lunch and a walk to enjoy the ocean. She complained about poor sleep, and her heartbeat was unstable. She always had the same problem. Sometimes she was excited by jealousy, and sometimes she was worried that he didn’t respect her very much. Whenever there was no one near them in the square, street garden or big park, he would suddenly pull her to her side and kiss her warmly. This kind of kissing in the sun left and right looked around for fear that people would see and worry about the smell of hot sea water, and then add idle clothes to eat and drink. People kept flashing before his eyes, as if he had been born again. He told Anna Sergei Yevna how beautiful and charming she was. His burning passion made him refuse to leave her side, but she always asked him to admit that he didn’t respect her and didn’t love her at all. She looked at a woman almost every evening. They always took a trip to Oleanda or the waterfall by carriage. This kind of play was always very enjoyable. Every time they got an impression, it must be beautiful and solemn.
They were waiting for her husband to arrive, but he sent her a letter informing her that he had a serious eye problem and asked his wife to go back quickly. Anna Sergei Yevna got up in a hurry.
I wish I had left. She told Gurov that it was fate.
She left in a carriage, and he took her there. They walked for a whole day until she sat down in a special express train, and when the second bell rang, she said, let me see you again, and that’s all.
She didn’t cry, but she looked sad as if she were ill. Her face was twitching.
I will miss you, miss you, and she said, May the Lord be with you and wish you all the best. Don’t forget what’s wrong with me. This is also because we shouldn’t meet, so please be with you.
The train went quickly, and the lights disappeared for a while, and even the rumble disappeared. It seemed that everything was in collusion with each other and tried to end this dream quickly. This madness was like Gurov staying alone on the platform, looking at the dark distance, listening to the call for the telegraph, and whining. He felt as if he had just woken up. He thought to himself that there was another adventure or adventure in his life, and this matter was over. He was moved by sadness and had a little regret, but he never knew that he would see each other again. The young woman is not happy with him. He is affectionate and devoted to her. However, in his attitude towards her, there is still a slight sneer in his tone. A happy man who is almost twice her age is a little rude and arrogant. She finally said that his heart is extraordinary and noble. Obviously, in her mind, he is different from him, so he cheated her on purpose.
It’s already autumn here, and it’s very cold in the evening.
It’s time for me to go back to the north, too. Gurov walked on the stage and thought it was time.
three
Every family in Moscow has been wintering, making a fire in the stove. In the morning, when the children are ready to have morning tea, it is still dark, and the nanny has to light the lights for a while. It is already the first snow in cold weather. On the first day when people ride sledges and see the white land, the glistening roofs are soft and comfortable, and they will feel at ease. At this time, they can’t help but think of their youth. Those old linden birch trees have become white because of heavy frost, and now they look more loyal than cypress and palm trees, and they are closer to people’s hearts, and they will think about
Gurov, a native of Moscow, returned to Moscow on a sunny and cold day until he strolled along Petrovka Avenue in a fur coat and warm gloves. On Saturday evening, he heard church bells. He had been to those places not long ago, which lost his charm for him. He gradually immersed himself in Moscow life and read three newspapers with interest every day, but said that he did not read Moscow newspapers. The restaurant club attracted him. He was also keen on the banquet commemoration. Otherwise, he played cards with the professor in the doctor’s club, which made his face shine. He was able to finish eating a small frying pan with pickled cabbage stew.
He felt that Anna Sergei Yevna would be covered by a thick fog in his memory in a few months. Her charming smile was like others occasionally. Now it’s been more than a month since winter came in his dream. In his memory, everything is still very clear, as if he broke up with Anna Sergei Yevna only yesterday. Memories are getting stronger and stronger, whether it’s in a quiet evening when children come to school in the room, or when they hear lyric songs in a restaurant, or when a snowstorm wails in the fireplace. In his memory, he revived the breakwater, and the fog enveloped the mountain. In the morning, the ship came from Odosia and kissed, and so on. He walked back and forth in the room for a long time, recalling the past and laughing, and then the memories turned into fantasies. The imaginary past was confused with what would happen in the future. Anna Sergei Yevna didn’t come to his dream, but she followed him everywhere. As soon as he closed his eyes, he saw that she looked more charming, younger and gentler in front of him, and he himself looked younger than when he was in Yalta. Hou is more handsome. Every evening, she always looks at him from the corner of the fireplace in the cupboard. He hears her breathing. Her clothes are kind and graceful in the street. His eyes often follow the women coming and going looking for someone who looks like her.
A strong desire tormented him. He was eager to tell someone about this memory. However, he couldn’t talk about his love at home and couldn’t find anyone to talk to outside. It was not appropriate to talk about it in the bank. Did he really love her at that time? Was there really something beautiful and poetic or instructive or simply meaningful in the passage between him and Anna Sergei Yevna? If you want to talk about love in a vague and general way, no one can guess what happened. His wife raised two black eyebrows and said.
Dmitry, you don’t deserve to play the role of playboy.
One night, he went to the doctor’s club with a civilian who had just played cards, and he couldn’t help saying, you know what a charming woman I met in Yalta.
The civil servant left in a sleigh, but suddenly he turned around and shouted
Dmitry Dmitric
What’s up?
You were right just now. The sturgeon meat really stinks.
I don’t know what caused Gurov to fly into a rage. He thought the other person’s words were too dirty, insulting and barbaric. What kind of person was he talking about? How boring and mediocre the night was. During the day, he gambled, ate, drank and turned over a set of cliches. Talking and talking took up the best time of the National People’s Congress. In the end, people were left with trivial, mediocre and narrow lives. Life was short, wings were missing, and they couldn’t escape. It seemed that they were in an insane asylum or a prison reform-through-labour camp.
Gurov stayed up all night, full of indignation and headache. One day, the next night, he tossed and turned to sleep and got up with a lot on his mind. Either he walked from corner to corner, and the child made him hate the bank. He was upset and didn’t want to go anywhere or say anything.
During the holiday in December, he prepared a trip to his wife and told her that he was going to Petersburg. A young man planned something, but he couldn’t tell what he was doing in C City. He wanted to see Anna Sergei Yevna and talk to her. If possible, he asked her to meet him.
When he arrived in C City, he rented a nice room in a hotel in the morning. The floor of the room was covered with a gray army blanket, and the table was covered with a gray dust bottle. It was carved with a rider’s figure holding a hat, but his head fell off. The doorman gave him the necessary news. Feng Jijielitz lived in the old Goncharnaya Street, and his private house was not far from the hotel. He lived in an affluent life. Everyone in the carriage city knew him. The doorman pronounced his last name as Dredi Litz.
Gurov walked slowly to the old Goncharnaya Street and found the room. There was a long gray wall opposite the room, and the nail was poked at the wall.