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Three Stories of Russian Memory

  The Soul of Russia
  
  No other writer has struck me so strongly, and no other writer has made me feel so intimately as Tolstoy. “War and Peace”, “Anna Karenina”, “Resurrection” radiate humanitarian brilliance across the ages and warm my heart. The soul is not connected, and the soul is not eternal. My beloved Toon, the knowledge of souls is the most beautiful thing in life. The light of love in Toon’s soul shines on me, making my heart more tender and poetic.
  Toweng is the “master” and “peak” in the long river of world literature. This great heart and soul of the Russian nation, the flame that radiated on the earth a hundred years ago, has become the torch of conscience and wisdom of the times, illuminating ignorance and darkness, and dispelling confusion and fog. His broad and benevolent heart guided me. In the countless days and nights of my soul cultivation, the light shining in Toon’s soul transcended time and space, and shone on me like the sun. Whenever I take a leisurely stroll in the forest by the lake, the tranquility and deep intoxication in my soul overflows from a long distance. The flowers cast their beautiful shadows on the lake; the birds slid through the forest and shed a string of musical sounds; the faint rubbing of the leaves… All these, in my opinion, are a kind of supreme beauty , an extreme happiness. When a person’s soul is increasingly integrated with all things in the universe, he can see heaven on earth and feel transcendent bliss.
  In the early morning or evening more than a hundred years ago, Toon walked out of his room where the scent of books was scattered, walked out of the many characters and stories intertwined in his mind, and walked into the area called Yasyanab. Walk in the forest of Liana. The branches were covered with half-green and half-yellow leaves, and the sound of falling leaves touching the ground was faintly audible. The harmonious and bright tones in “War and Peace” and the thinking about “lost” in “Anna Karenina” are all brought to him by this forest. When he was young, his brother Nikolai once told him a story: in this forest, a “magic wand” was lost, and whoever finds it will be happy, and it will also bring happiness to others. . This story influenced Tolstoy’s life. He read, thought, and wrote in this forest, and finally found the “magic wand” of happiness – a heart and soul forged by faith and love. Toweng said: “Faith is the power of life, people cannot live without faith. The answer to the mystery of life given by faith contains the deepest wisdom of human beings.” Faith is not a kind of knowledge, but a kind of behavior. It only makes sense if it is practiced. He also said: “If a person understands that life and the happiness of life consists in this detachment of the soul from the body, then no matter what misfortunes, sufferings and sicknesses arise, his life cannot be anything else, but only Energy is an unbreakable happiness.” To obtain happiness is to have a life with a soul, and the awakening of the soul is the most important gift to human beings.
  Flaubert struggles not to love the characters in his books. So no matter how great this attitude is, it always lacks the existence of light. The light of the sun is not enough, there must be light of the heart! Tolstoy’s realism appears inside every living being and sees them with their eyes. In the meanest of people, he will also find reasons to love him. Without love, there is no art. With love, we can penetrate the root of life. Love is “the foundation of power”, love is the “meaning of existence”, the only meaning. Love is the essence of Tolstoy’s life tempered and matured by life. Everything in the universe exists to teach human beings to love. Love is the most beautiful fragrance that radiates from the depths of the soul. Love the blue sky and white clouds, but also love the blizzard; love the innocent and lively children, but also love the slow-moving old man; love the successful people with brilliant careers, and love the ordinary laborers; love the future full of fantasy, and love every moment of the present. Let us drink the holy spring that holds the cup of soul of Toon, face the deep sky, and call with the passion of life: “Long live the soul!” “Long live faith and love!” All we really need is this a kind of happiness. Toon cried on his dying bed, not for himself, but for the unfortunate people. In his wailing cry, he said: “Millions of creatures on the earth are suffering, why are you all here taking care of only one Leo Tolstoy?
  ” So far away, why is it still deeply moving. Why did Tolstoy’s fraternity tug at the heartstrings of generations? This is the miracle of the soul. Tolstoy walked up to the saint’s altar. In this world, saints will always be very few. Those saints who bear the cross for the whole of humanity will always be in the minority. But the existence of saints is enough to make the world feel the greatness of divinity and see the hope that mankind will be saved from perdition. The saints cast a warm glow on humanity.
  Tolstoy used his words to describe the smallness and greatness of thousands of living beings, their suffering and the harmony obtained in their suffering, thereby sowing the seeds of love and conveying their own beliefs: “When all people realize happiness. Only then can there be happiness in the world.” Toon, your great soul is the soul of Russia!
  
  Pushkin’s wound
  
  Pushkin is a shining gem that fell from the sky into the Russian earth. A genius like him is not something that can be summed up by the conventional formula of “genius plus hard work”. The history of Russian literature has given Pushkin many laurels when recording his literary achievements. For example, “the sun of Russian poetry”, “the founder of Russian realistic literature”, “the father of modern Russian literature” and so on. A statue of Pushkin stands in the square of Moscow city, Russia. He stood arrogantly in the sky, with the sacred and inviolable dignity that he had exchanged for his life. Pushkin has won the sincere love of people all over the world, not only because of his literary genius, but also because of his unique personality.
  Pushkin’s life was full of hardships. His free nature of pursuing truth, goodness and beauty had an irreconcilable contradiction with the dark reality of the autocratic serfdom society under the rule of the tsar. In an autocratic society, only the tsar and the upper class aristocracy enjoyed freedom. Poets seek freedom of thought and attack the evils of rulers. After graduating from high school, he was exiled to southern Russia because of the resentment of the tsar because of the creation of “Ode to Freedom”, where he was supervised. Later, because of maintaining his personal dignity, he offended the governor of the south and was imprisoned in a remote manor in the northern province of Pskov. The sympathetic poet deeply sympathized with the enslaved people, and often wrote poems to criticize the authorities, which led to successive persecutions and exiles.
  Harsh times did not destroy Pushkin’s enthusiasm and talent. He praised the true feelings of the world in beautiful and pleasant language, such as “Bacchus’s Song”, “Our Lady”, “To Chadayev”, “To the Nursing Mother”, etc., which are the witnesses of the poet’s sincere feelings. “If Life Deceives You” has inspired so many people with wisdom and ideas.
  Pushkin’s appeal for the crushed Decembrists. Five Decembrist leaders were hanged, and more than a hundred were exiled to Siberia for hard labor. Pushkin risked his life to write “Sent to Siberia”: “At the bottom of the Siberian mines, I hope you will maintain your arrogant patience, and you will never fail your tragic labor and your lofty aspirations…” In the struggle for national liberation and In the struggle for freedom and rights, Pushkin’s political lyric poems are the horns of battle, regarded as a sonorous battle march by Russians, and as precious spiritual wealth by people all over the world.
  The new Tsar Nicholas I once asked Pushkin this question with ulterior motives: “If you were in Petersburg on the day of the Decembrist uprising, what would you have done?” Pushkin answered categorically: “Your Majesty, I will be there at my friend’s. In the ranks.” Worrying about the fate of the bottom Russian people and nostalgia for the Decembrists tortured Pushkin endlessly. He struggled to find the burial place of the Decembrists. In his subconscious, he seemed to have counted himself as a victim of December 14th. The unnamed tomb on the bank of the Neva seems to be his own. In his poem to Usakova, he wrote: “If I were hanged, would you sigh for me?” It can be seen that before Pushkin was killed by the royalist Dantes and his behind-the-scenes commander, the Tsar, Already prepared to die. Yes, he is not afraid of wounds and does not escape the muzzle. He has regarded martyrdom in pursuit of truth and justice as some kind of destiny.
  On a cold, snowy winter day, the Tsar hatched a conspiracy to harm all mankind. He had the royalist Dantes duel with Pushkin. Both sides of the duel started from the same spot, each took ten steps out, then turned around and shot. The sinister and cunning Dantes aimed the gun in his hand at the upright and sincere Pushkin. Pushkin was shot in the abdomen, and his noble red blood flowed out, dyeing the snow-covered ground of Russia red. He spent the last forty hours of his life on the small bed in the study that still exudes the fragrance of books and ink. Doctors are helpless, and everything is irreversible. Pushkin remained awake, and he peacefully awaited death. He has long regarded death as the best destination in life. As early as 1815, he wrote “My Epitaph” in a wry tone: “Pushkin is buried here; he was happy all his life, accompanied by his young muse, lazy and love; never did anything good. , but to be honest, he is a good man in his heart.”
  Pushkin fell on the duel arena. His fiery red blood stained the Russian soil. Pushkin’s wounds and pains are inherited in the memory of poets of all mankind from generation to generation. This noble sense of suffering has become the genetic gene of poets. Because of this, our poets, Russian poets, Chinese poets, and poets all over the world are always so sad and self-respecting. In the face of the troubled country or personal destiny, we will never easily lower the head of that noble dignity. Pushkin’s wound is the wound of Russia and the wound of all mankind.

  Paul Forever
  
  Long time no see, heroic Paul Korchagin.
  Tonight, I pick a lamp, from the top of the bookshelf, pull out this epic heroism novel – “How Steel is Tempered”, and read you again. It’s been more than ten years. When I read you for the first time, I was in tears and couldn’t help myself. It was like yesterday. At that time, I lived in a rented house. When the dark night, depression and hesitation hit, I read you in front of the mottled walls, listened to your sonorous words, and burst into tears again and again. , staring at your eyes with the light of determination, an inexplicable force rises and rises in my heart… Hero Paul, I once kissed your noble forehead through the haze of moonlight. How did you shock my emotions and soul at that moment? !
  Paul, whom I am infatuated with, in that war-torn era, in that snow-filled night, with a strong and fiery heart, passed through the smoke and dust of the century and reached the hearts of generations of people. His social and historical value exceeds that of all singers and movie stars combined. In today’s well-fed and well-fed, when a person feels that life is boring, read Paul’s famous words! “The most precious thing for a person is life. Life is only once for everyone. A person’s life should be spent like this: when he looks back on the past, he will not regret for wasting his time, nor will he be ashamed for being mediocre. He should put Dedicate your whole life to the most magnificent cause – the struggle for the liberation of mankind.” This is the most incisive life motto. When I read this famous quote for the first time, tears of excitement flashed in the corners of my eyes. What struck me was Paul’s noble soul, the spirit of a martyr who opened his heart to embrace all suffering in pursuit of freedom and truth. It is this kind of spiritual torch that flashes the light of humanity, which illuminates the dark night of mankind.
  What is the most beautiful thing in life? Please listen to Paul’s answer: “The most beautiful thing in life is that when you stop living, you can still serve people with everything you have created.” For sensual pleasure. It may be said that power and money are beautiful. But it has repeatedly corroded the souls of greedy people and became the tomb of a beautiful life. I do not want to hear empty rhetoric and deceitful lies, but I am sure that a noble soul and a great spirit are an eternal existence. All living beings have two lives, one is material and the other is spiritual. Material life decays, but spiritual life lasts forever. In front of me, there are too many people, living in villas, driving sports cars, enjoying delicious food, and enjoying material feasts, but they can’t take a little time to think about the value and meaning of life that Paul pursues. The harmony, freedom, nobility, and holiness that exist in the body, as well as the soul flowing with blood, have been sucked by money and greed and are as light as the wind, as thin as paper, and as fragile as a reed. Life can’t be so light! People, holy and noble people, how can you only want the flesh of the body, but not the bones in the flesh and the blood in the bones? ! I used to stand beside the street, facing the hurried pedestrians, and I asked myself this question countless times.
  The world is surging. All over the world. Materialistic flow. The meaning and value of life pursued by Paul has become a joke after dinner, sinking into the bottom of the spiritual sea, but it will always be our inner strength to reject spiritual collapse. It is sublime, it is holy, it is truth, it is goodness, it is beauty, it is justice and truth; it is the essential element that purifies and beautifies everything in the world; it is the flame of our lives, which lights our home.
  Although there are only dozens of spring and autumn in life, it is by no means a dream-like disillusionment, but a profound meaning that is infinitely laudable. Bear the truth, and life will have eternal life!

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