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He was born with a hairy face, with more vegetation than open space, and his thick moustache made it difficult to see his inner world clearly. Beards covered his cheeks, covered his lips, covered his dark face wrinkled like bark, and fluttered in the wind one by one, quite like an elder. A finger-wide eyebrow stands upright like a tangled root. A lock of gray curly hair piled up on his forehead like foam. No matter which angle you look at, you can see the thick hair like a tropical forest. Like Michelangelo's painting of Moses, Tolstoy's unforgettable image comes from his fatherly beard that day.

People are trying to use their imagination to remove the hair that covers his face and trim his crazy beard. Taking the portrait of his shaved beard as a reference, they hope to use magic to create a smooth face. -This is a signpost to the inner world. In this way, we can't help but start to shrink back. Because, undeniably, this man of noble family, with rough appearance, was born with the face of a foreign villager. The soul of genius lives in a low shack, and the workshop of genius soul is not much better than the leather tent built by Kyrgyz. The hut was shoddy, built by a village carpenter, while the small one was built by an ancient Greek craftsman. The beam above the small window-the forehead above the small eyes-looks like a tree that has been chopped at will with a knife. The skin hides evil and practices evil, lacks luster, and is as rough as the outer wall of a hut made of branches. In the middle of the square face, we saw a large lion's nose, with two holes facing the sky, as if it had been smashed by a fist. You can't hide those ugly ears behind your unkempt hair. There are two thick lips in the middle of the sunken cheek. The overall impression is unbalanced, rough, mediocre and even vulgar.

The sad faces of these workers cast a shadow of depression. They are dull and depressed: they can't find any aura of striving for progress on his face, they can't find spiritual brilliance, and they find an extraordinary appearance that rises slowly like a marble dome in Dostoevsky's brow. His face has no luster. Whoever does not admit this is not telling the truth. There is no doubt that this face is plain and full of obstacles that cannot be remedied. It is not a temple to spread wisdom, but a prison to imprison ideas. This face is dark, gloomy, ugly and disgusting. From his youth, Tolstoy was deeply aware that his public image was unpleasant. He said he hated any illusions about his appearance. "Can a person with a wide nose, thick lips and small gray eyes like me still find happiness?" Because of this, he soon let his beard grow all over his face, and hid his lips in the beard like a sable mask until he got old, thus showing some kindness and respect. It was not until the last decade of his life that the thick cloud on his face was removed; It was not until the late autumn of life that the beautiful light thawed this sad place.

Immortal souls drifting forever found a humble home in a simple Russia. This man has nothing spiritual. He lacks the temperament of a poet, visionary and creator. From teenagers to young adults, even to old age, Tolstoy has always been plain and can't be found in the crowd. For him. There is nothing wrong with wearing this coat, that coat, this hat or that hat. With such a face that can be seen everywhere in Russia, a person may preside over a ministerial meeting on the stage or fool around with a group of drunkards in a hotel; It is possible to sell bread in the market, or to wear the vestments of the archbishop and raise the cross on the heads of kneeling Christians. With such a face, no matter what occupation you are engaged in, no matter what clothes you wear, no matter where you are in Russia, there is no possibility of standing out and attracting attention. When Tolstoy was a student, he might belong to a mixture of his peers; When I was an officer, I couldn't tell him from my comrades. After returning to rural life, his appearance is in harmony with the squire role that usually appears on the stage. If you see a picture of him driving out in a carriage with a white beard attendant sitting side by side, it may take you a long time to judge that the coachman is holding the reins and the count is sitting by. Look at another photo. He is talking with some farmers. People who don't know the truth can't guess that Lev sitting among the old peasants is a man of status and wealth. His family and identity are very different from those of Gregor, Ivan, Ilya, Peter and others present. His face is completely featureless and belongs to ordinary Russians. Therefore, we have to call him an ordinary person. At this time, there will be a feeling that genius has no special appearance, but is just a general manifestation of ordinary people. Xin Yi said Tolstoy didn't have his own unique face, but he had a face of ordinary people around Russia, because he shared the fate with all Russian people.

So people who met him for the first time were disappointed at first. Some of them traveled long distances by train, and some drove from Tula, waiting for the host's interview in the living room. They have long formed a subjective concept of him, hoping to find something majestic and extraordinary from him, and hope to see a beard that looks like a heavenly father, integrating dignity, grandeur, greatness and genius. Before seeing real people with their own eyes, they looked down at the image of their imaginary literary masters, and their inner expectations swelled to the point of fear. The door finally opened, but a stocky man came in. Because of his brisk pace, even his beard kept shaking. As soon as he entered the door, he almost trotted all the way, then suddenly stopped and looked at a stunned visitor in a friendly way. He said welcome words quickly and casually in a relaxed and pleasant tone, and at the same time extended his hand to the guests. The visitor was deeply puzzled and surprised when he shook hands with him. What? What a dwarf! Is such a small guy really Leo Nick Rajvik Tolstoy? The guest raised his eyelids awkwardly and looked at the host's face.

Suddenly, the guest held his breath in surprise and saw a pair of gray eyes shining like panther under the eyebrows of the little man in front of him. Although everyone who has met Tolstoy has talked about this sharp look, no matter how good the picture is, it can't be reflected. This kind of look is like a steel knife stabbing people, steady and accurate, hitting the key. You can't move or run away. It's like being hypnotized. You have to put up with this kind of eye search. No one can resist it. It penetrates camouflage armor like a bullet and cuts glass like a diamond knife. No one can escape such a split exam. -On this point, Turgenev, Gorky and other hundreds of people have had an unquestionable description.

This penetrating viewer only lasted for a second, and then it was replaced by a gentle look and a kind smile. Although the corners of the mouth are closed, those eyes can be full of smiles, just like magical starlight. Under the influence of beautiful and moving music, they can cry like village women. When they are spiritually satisfied, they can shine, and then in the blink of an eye, they are depressed and eclipsed, overcast, suddenly desolate, seemingly insensitive and mysterious. They can become cold and sharp, they can uncover hidden secrets such as scalpels and X-rays, and soon they will be curious. This is the most emotional eye on the human face. Can express all kinds of feelings. Gorky described them appropriately and expressed our hearts: "Tolstoy has a hundred eyes in his eyes."

With such eyes, Tolstoy's face is full of talent. All the talents of this man are concentrated in his eyes, just like the handsome Dostoevsky's rich thoughts are concentrated between his eyebrows. Other parts of Tolstoy's face, such as beard, eyebrows and hair, are just shells used to wrap and protect this pair of sparkling jewels. They have magic and magnetism, and can suck in worldly substances and then emit electric waves with accurate frequency to our times. Even the smallest thing can be seen clearly with the help of these eyes, just like a falcon descending from the sky and pouncing on a timid mouse. These eyes will not let go of the details that they can't do, but also fully reveal the vast universe. They can shine on the highest place in the spiritual world, or they can successfully shoot searchlights into the darkest depths of the soul. This sparkling crystal is hot and pure enough to gaze at God selflessly. Have enough courage to see the nothingness that destroys everything. This nothingness is like a gorgon, and everyone who sees her will turn to stone. Nothing is impossible for these eyes, except to let them fall into idle daydreams and enjoy silently in elegant and happy dreams. As soon as the eyelids are opened, these eyes are bound to pursue their prey unequivocally, soberly and mercilessly. They can't tolerate fantasy. They should tear off every false disguise and shallow belief. Nothing can escape from these eyes, and the naked truth must be revealed. When this pair of cold light daggers turned to aim at their rich people, it was terrible, because the blade was ruthless and hit the key, hitting him right in the heart.

With such a keen eye, people who can see the truth can control the whole world and its intellectual wealth at will. As a person who is always good at observing and seeing through the essence of things, he must lack one thing, and that is his own happiness.

poor people

Sang Na, the fisherman's wife, was sitting by the fire mending a broken sail. The cold wind roared outside, and the rough waves beat against the coast and splashed. There is a storm at sea. It's dark and cold outside, but it's warm and comfortable in this fisherman's hut. The fire in the stove didn't go out, and the utensils on the shelf were glowing. On the bed with white curtains, five children fell asleep quietly in the roar of the sea breeze.

The old clock struck ten or eleven hoarsely ... but her husband never came back. Sang Na mused: regardless of health, her husband braved the cold and storm to go fishing. She also works from morning till night, but she can barely fill her stomach. Children have no shoes to wear, running around barefoot in winter and summer, eating brown bread and only fish. However, thank God, the children are still healthy and have nothing to complain about. God, bless him, save him and have mercy. "She said to herself, drew a cross.

It's still early to go to bed. Sang Na stood up, wrapped in a thick scarf, lit a lantern and went out. She wanted to see if the light on the lighthouse was on and if she could see her husband's boat, but she could see nothing on the sea. The wind lifted her scarf, rolled up the scraped things and knocked on the door of the neighbor's cabin. Sang Na remembered the sick female neighbor she was going to visit in the evening. "Nobody cares about her." Sang Na.

"Widows have a hard time." Sang Na stood at the door and thought, "Although there are not many children-only two, she was the only one who raised her, and now she is ill. Alas, the widow's life is really sad. Go in and have a look. "

Sang Na knocked on the door again and again, but no one answered.

"Hello, Simon," Sang Na shouted, thinking that unless something happened, she would slam the door open.

There is no stove in the room, it is wet and cold. Sang Na raised his lantern to see where the patient was. The first thing that caught her eye was a bed facing the door. Her female neighbor is lying on her back. She didn't move, only the dead man looked like this. Sang Na held the lantern closer. Yes, it is Simon. Her head leaned back, her cold and blue face showed the peace of death, and her hands were pale and stiff, as if she were going to die. Next to the dead mother, two very small children were asleep, both with curly hair, chubby faces, covered with old clothes, curled up, and their small heads with light yellow hair were tightly close together. Obviously, when mother died, she covered them with her own clothes and wrapped their feet with an old headscarf. The children breathe evenly and calmly, and they sleep soundly.

Sang Na wrapped the sleeping child in a headscarf and carried it home. Her heart was beating so violently that she didn't know why, but she felt it was necessary.

When she got home, she put two sleeping children on the bed, let them sleep with their own children, and quickly closed the curtains. Pale and emotional, she thought nervously, "What will he say? Is this a joke? His five children are enough for him ... will he come? ... no, not yet ... Why did you bring them here? ..... he will hit me, and that's what he deserves. I deserve it ... Well, hit me. "

The door creaked as if someone had come in. Sang Na was surprised and stood up from his chair.

"No, no one, God, why should I do this? ..... What should I tell him now? ..... "Sang Na thoughtfully, sitting in front of the bed for a long time.

Suddenly the door opened and a fresh sea breeze rushed into the room. A big, black fisherman came in dragging a wet and broken fishing net and said, "Hey, Sang Na, I'm back."

"Oh, it's you." Sang Na stood up, afraid to lift his eyes to see him.

"You see, this night is terrible."

"Yes, yes, the weather is terrible. Oh, how about fishing? "

"Too bad, too bad, nothing hit, the net was torn. Bad luck, bad luck, the weather is terrible. I don't remember when there was such a night, let alone fishing. Thank God, I finally came back alive ... What were you doing at home while I was away? "

The fisherman said, dragging the net into the house and sitting by the fire.

"Me?" Sang Na turned pale and said, "I ... sewed ... and the wind roared so fiercely that it was really scary. I am worried about you. "

"Yes, yes," murmured the husband. "Damn the weather, but what can you do?"

The two men were silent for a while.

"Do you know?" Sang Na said, "Our neighbor Simon is dead."

"Oh, when?"

"I don't know when she died. It was about yesterday. Alas, she died a terrible death. Both children fell asleep beside her. They are too small ... One can't talk yet, and the other can only crawl ... "Sang Na was silent.

The fisherman frowned and his face became serious and worried. "Well, that's a problem." He scratched his head and said, "Well, what do you think? We have to bring them here. How can we be with the dead? Oh, we, we can always get through this. Go ahead, don't wait for them to wake up. "

But Sang Na sat still.

"What's the matter with you, don't want to? Sang Na, what's the matter with you? "

"Look, they are here." Sang Na opened the curtains. Oh, Sang Na, you did a great job. Yes, you did the right thing. That's what I thought. I thought you wouldn't agree. "The fisherman looked at Simon's two children and said to Sang Na.

"God, I was shaking before you came back."

"Sang Na, what are you afraid of?"

"I'm afraid you will get angry when you come back and see me like this, and even beat me up! Thank God, you and I want to go together. " At this moment, Sang Na finally breathed a sigh of relief, but then he was sad. "How do we live in the future? Your burden is already heavy. "

The fisherman sighed, "Yes, yes, but what else can I do?" ? You too! Taking care of seven children? "

Sang Na stopped talking, so the fisherman got up and chewed a few bites of brown bread at random, and went to sleep wearily.

Sang Na listened to her husband's snoring and walked helplessly to the fire, thinking about tomorrow's day and baking her husband's wet clothes.

Early the next morning, Sang Na prepared all the utensils and food for the fisherman to go to sea. Then, as usual, after her husband left home, she started a day's work, washing and mending, and taking care of all the work in the small yard.

The children are all up. The older children already know how to help Sang Na do housework and take care of his siblings. At this time, some of their children are curious about Simon's two children:

"Mom, mom, why are they in our house?"

"Who are they?"

"It's Aunt Simon's child, don't you know?"

"Where is aunt Simon? Has she gone out? "

"Mom, are they going to have dinner with us?"

"Shut up, we don't have enough food!"

Sang Na was annoyed by the noise of the children, but she said patiently and gently, "Aunt Simon is dead, and we have to take her children with us. We have to do this. There is no other way. Now they are our family, eating, dressing and sleeping like us. Everything is the same as ours. Listen to me, children, our life is more difficult. I'm a little overwhelmed. I need your help! "

The boss came over and said with concern, "don't worry, mom, we still have dad, brother and sister and me." We will all help you and our life will be better. "

Other children look at me, I look at you, and they are all silent. They all understood their mother's thoughts and went away to play.

At lunch time, Sang Na cut a piece of brown bread and each child got a piece. Then he lied that he ate it and went on doing his own thing.

She has to find something else to support Simon's two children, because they are still very young. I'm afraid hard brown bread won't do, but what can I eat besides brown bread? Yes, thanks to the fish, Sang Na hurried to the shelf, only to find that there were only bone spurs left in the fish on the plate. "Oh, God, what is this?"

Due to the storm at sea for several days, the fisherman not only tried to go out to sea, but also found nothing. His family is about to stop cooking. When he was standing in a daze in the sauna, he suddenly heard the fisherman's cry from far to near: "sauna, sauna-come on, come out and help."

Sang Na to react, blunt go out. It turned out that the fisherman came back with a full load, and the storm at sea finally stopped. "Thank God, we have something to eat! Sang Na, you should be happy now. Don't frown. Hey-children, come out, lazy guy, and see what I've brought you back. " The fisherman's face was filled with a happy smile that he hadn't seen for many days. Sang Na was so happy that he didn't know what to do. He just started to move things into the house, and then he started to work soon. ...

God bless, tomorrow, no, tomorrow and the day after tomorrow! Simon, don't worry! Our life will be better and everything will be better!

The poor in the North Main Edition

Sang Na, the fisherman's wife, was sitting by the fire mending a broken sail. The cold wind roared outside, and the rough waves beat against the coast and splashed. There is a storm at sea. It's dark and cold outside, but it's warm and comfortable in this fisherman's hut. The fire in the stove didn't go out, and the utensils on the shelf were glowing. On the bed with white curtains, five children fell asleep quietly in the roar of the sea breeze.

The old clock struck ten or eleven hoarsely ... but her husband never came back. Sang Na mused: regardless of health, her husband braved the cold and storm to go fishing. She also works from morning till night, but she can barely fill her stomach. Children have no shoes to wear, running around barefoot in winter and summer, eating brown bread and only fish. However, thank God, the children are still healthy and have nothing to complain about. God, bless him, save him and have mercy. "She said to herself, drew a cross.

It's still early to go to bed. Sang Na stood up, wrapped in a thick scarf, lit a lantern and went out. She wanted to see if the light on the lighthouse was on and if she could see her husband's boat, but she could see nothing on the sea. The wind lifted her scarf, rolled up the scraped things and knocked on the door of the neighbor's cabin. Sang Na remembered the sick female neighbor she was going to visit in the evening. "Nobody cares about her." Sang Na.

"Widows have a hard time." Sang Na stood at the door and thought, "Although there are not many children-only two, she was the only one who raised her, and now she is ill. Alas, the widow's life is really sad. Go in and have a look. "

Sang Na knocked on the door again and again, but no one answered.

"Hello, Simon," Sang Na shouted, thinking that unless something happened, she would slam the door open.

There is no stove in the room, it is wet and cold. Sang Na raised his lantern to see where the patient was. The first thing that caught her eye was a bed facing the door. Her female neighbor is lying on her back. She didn't move, only the dead man looked like this. Sang Na held the lantern closer. Yes, it is Simon. Her head leaned back, her cold and blue face showed the peace of death, and her hands were pale and stiff, as if she were going to die. Next to the dead mother, two very small children were asleep, both with curly hair, chubby faces, covered with old clothes, curled up, and their small heads with light yellow hair were tightly close together. Obviously, when mother died, she covered them with her own clothes and wrapped their feet with an old headscarf. The children breathe evenly and calmly, and they sleep soundly.

Sang Na wrapped the sleeping child in a headscarf and carried it home. Her heart was beating so violently that she didn't know why, but she felt it was necessary.

When she got home, she put two sleeping children on the bed, let them sleep with their own children, and quickly closed the curtains. Pale and emotional, she thought nervously, "What will he say? Is this a joke? His five children are enough for him ... will he come? ... no, not yet ... Why did you bring them here? ..... he will hit me, and that's what he deserves. I deserve it ... Well, hit me. "

The door creaked as if someone had come in. Sang Na was surprised and stood up from his chair.

"No, no one, God, why should I do this? ..... What should I tell him now? ..... "Sang Na thoughtfully, sitting in front of the bed for a long time.

Suddenly the door opened and a fresh sea breeze rushed into the room. A big, black fisherman came in dragging a wet and broken fishing net and said, "Hey, Sang Na, I'm back."

"Oh, it's you." Sang Na stood up, afraid to lift his eyes to see him.

"You see, this night is terrible."

"Yes, yes, the weather is terrible. Oh, how about fishing? "

"Too bad, too bad, nothing hit, the net was torn. Bad luck, bad luck, the weather is terrible. I don't remember when there was such a night, let alone fishing. Thank God, I finally came back alive ... What were you doing at home while I was away? "

The fisherman said, dragging the net into the house and sitting by the fire.

"Me?" Sang Na turned pale and said, "I ... sewed ... and the wind roared so fiercely that it was really scary. I am worried about you. "

"Yes, yes," murmured the husband. "Damn the weather, but what can you do?"

The two men were silent for a while.

"Do you know?" Sang Na said, "Our neighbor Simon is dead."

"Oh, when?"

"I don't know when she died. It was about yesterday. Alas, she died a terrible death. Both children fell asleep beside her. They are too small ... One can't talk yet, and the other can only crawl ... "Sang Na was silent.

The fisherman frowned and his face became serious and worried. "Well, that's a problem." He scratched his head and said, "Well, what do you think? We have to bring them here. How can we be with the dead? Oh, we, we can always get through this. Go ahead, don't wait for them to wake up. "

But Sang Na sat still.

"What's the matter with you, don't want to? Sang Na, what's the matter with you? "

"Look, they are here." Sang Na opened the curtains.