I haven’t seen you for a week. I haven’t heard from you for a long time. How much I want to hear from you.

Her youthful eyes and face are full of innocent expression, which makes him infatuated. Even she is wearing a dress, which is particularly chic to him. The simple and innocent charm is fascinating. At the same time, he thinks that she is clever and quite mature. Her age is out of proportion. He can talk to her about papers and art, and he can complain to her about any topic, even though she will suddenly laugh or run back to the house during this serious conversation. She read Xu like a girl in C City. Generally speaking, people in C City seldom read books, and people in the library seldom read books. People in the library say that if it weren’t for these girls, the young Jewish library would have been closed long ago, which makes Startsev particularly satisfied. Every time, he always asks her excitedly what she has read recently, and when she speaks, he is fascinated.
What did you read this week before we met? At this moment, he asked her, please tell me about it.
I read Pisemski 1.
which
Kotik, a thousand serfs, replied, but what a ridiculous name is this Pisemski? What’s Alexei ophira Ketch?
Where are you going? When Startsev saw her suddenly get up and walk towards the room, she was surprised and asked, I have to talk to you. I want to talk to you from my heart and stay with me for five minutes. I beg you.
She paused as if to say something, then shyly put a piece of paper into his hand and hurried home and sat down at the piano.
At eleven o’clock tonight, Startsev said to go to the cemetery near Jamich’s tombstone.
Oh, this idea is so stupid. He came to his senses and thought, What does this have to do with the cemetery? What does she want?
It is obvious that Kotik is joking. Since it is easy to arrange a date in the street or in the park, who would think of such an idea?
Once I made an appointment to meet someone in the suburban cemetery in the middle of the night, besides, the doctor of the local government bureau was a decent man with a decent mind, and he sighed and took the appointment to travel to the cemetery to do stupid things that even middle school students would laugh at. What would happen to this romantic thing if colleagues knew what they would say? Startsev thought so when he was pacing around the club table, but at half past ten, he suddenly made up his mind to go to the cemetery.
At this time, he has already bought his own double carriage. The driver’s name is Pan Jielaimeng. He often wears a velvet waistcoat and a bright moon. When the weather is warm in the morning, it is already cool in autumn. Dogs near the slaughterhouse in the suburbs are barking. Startsev left the carriage in an alley on the edge of the city and walked to the cemetery. Everyone has a strange temper. He thinks that Kotik is also weird. Who knows? Maybe she is not a joke. He will really come to indulge in this remote hope, which lures him into ecstasy.
He walked half a mile in the wild. In the distance, there is a long dark cemetery that looks like a forest or a big garden. Gradually, the white fence gate is exposed, and the inscription of the moonlight gate is clearly visible. When it comes to 11, Startsev will enter through the small gate. First of all, there are many white cross tombstones on both sides of the wide avenue. The poplar trees cast shadows and look around in the distance. The branches of sleeping trees hang down to the white tombstones. It seems brighter here than in the wild, and the maple leaves are as clear as claws. The inscription on the tombstone of Huangsha slate lying clearly on the boulevard is also clear. At first, everything in front of him surprised Startsev. This is the first time he has seen this scene in his life. I’m afraid he will never see it again. This is a world completely different from other places. The moonlight here is softer than the beauty. It seems to be a cradle of moonlight. There is absolutely no life here. But every dark poplar tree and every grave makes people feel that there are hidden secrets that can reveal the quiet, beautiful and eternal life. White headstones, withered flowers and leaves are full of autumn, forgiveness, desolation and peace.
There was a quiet sky around, and the stars looked down at the land quietly. Startsev’s footsteps seemed so harsh, and the atmosphere around him was very uncoordinated. The church bell sounded, and he felt that he had become a dead man buried here. It seemed that people were watching him. It suddenly occurred to him that there was no peace or silence here, and there was virtual sorrow and deep depression and despair.
A day ago, an Italian opera troupe passed by City C, where a female singer died and was buried. This monument was also erected. Now no one in the city remembers her, but the long light at the entrance of the tomb shines in the moonlight and seems to be flashing.
No one around me imagined who would come to this place in the middle of the night, but Startsev still waited for the moonlight as if to ignite his passion. He enthusiastically waited and imagined hugging and kissing his beloved girl. He sat by the tombstone for half an hour and then wandered around the mall next to it for a long time. He waited with a hat in his hand and thought about how many women and girls were buried in these graves. They were beautiful and charming when they were alive. They were also in love and enjoyed the night. It’s really a big joke for his mother. People are so embarrassing and frustrating. Although Startsev thinks so, he can’t help crying out that he needs love at all costs. He can’t get love at all costs. In front of him, those white things are not pieces of stones, but many beautiful daughters. It’s so embarrassing that he can feel their body temperature when he sees them shyly hiding in the shadows.
The moon hid in the clouds as if the sky were falling around, and suddenly it was dark. Startsev finally found the gate. At this time, it was dark. Autumn nights are always like this, and then he walked in the dark for an hour and a half to find the alley where the carriage was parked.
I’m tired and my feet are unstable, he said to Panteleon
He sat comfortably in the carriage and thought
Gee, I really shouldn’t get fat
three
The next night, he took a carriage to Turkin’s house to propose marriage, but it happened that a hairdresser was doing her hair in yekaterina’s room, and she was going to the club to attend the dance.
Fortunately, he sat in the dining room for a long time to drink tea, waiting for Ivan Poderovich. Seeing that the guests were worried and depressed, he took out some papers from his waistcoat pocket and read a ridiculous letter from his German manager, reporting that the stuffy frost in the manor had destroyed the sheepskin.
Dowry, they probably won’t give Startsev less thought while listening absently
After a sleepless night, he is in a daze, as if someone had hypnotized him with liqueur. He is in a daze but happy, and his heart is warm. At the same time, something cold and heavy in his mind is arguing.
Stop before it’s too late. Are you two a good match? She is spoiled and sleeps until two o’clock every day. What about you, a church deacon and a local doctor?
So what? He wants to hear it.
If you marry her again, that thing goes on to say that her family will force you to quit your job as a doctor in the local government and move to the city.
So what? If he wants to stay in the city, he can stay in the city. They will give him a dowry and we will arrange a home.
Yekaterina finally came. She was dressed in a topless and backless dance dress, so charming, pure and lovely that Startsev was fascinated and ecstatic. She couldn’t even say a word and looked at her smirking.
She said goodbye to everyone. It was boring to stay, so she got up and said it was time for him to go back. The patient was waiting.
I won’t keep you, Ivan petrovich. Go ahead, but you can drop Kotik off at the club.