Far away in Moscow

Chapter 83 My Wife Is the Same

Xiao Hei pondered for a while: "Pushkin, he is an excellent poet."

"Very good, you are right. Pushkin's poems are very beautiful and everyone likes them." Sergei nodded with satisfaction: "What about the other students? Who is your favorite Russian writer?"

The Israeli girl blinked her eyes and replied: "Pushkin is very great, but I also like Leo Tolstoy very much. I have read his "War and Peace"."

"Really? It's great! Oh, "War and Peace", a great masterpiece of a literary master, a treasure in the history of Russian literature." Sergey cast an appreciative look at the Israeli girl, and then looked at the sitting Wuga next to her: "What about you? Which writer do you like?"

Wuga frowned and pondered for a long time, probably because he didn't know much about literature, so he could only pretend to answer: "I...I like Pushkin too..."

Before the words fell, Hu Yi who was sitting on the other side suddenly burst out laughing.He has been wandering the basketball court for a long time, and he didn't pay attention to the classroom interaction between Sergey and his classmates. He just thought of the scene when Masha of the Maji women's basketball team pushed Li Baoqing to the ground and couldn't help laughing .

Sergey thought he had some unique insights, and said with a smile: "Oh, is that Mr. Miracle Lover? Please tell me your opinion?
"Ah?" Hu Yi was taken aback, and when he came back to his senses, he stared blankly at Sergey.Wuga whispered from the side: "Ask your favorite author."

"Writer? Hmm." Hu Yi scratched his head and thought for a moment, then replied loudly: "My favorite writer is... um... Jin Yong."

"Jin... Yong...?" Sergey frowned slightly: "Is this the Chinese writer you are talking about?"

"Yes." Hu Yi talked eloquently: "Jin Yong is very famous in China. He is good at describing the wonderful and romantic experiences of ancient Chinese youth... young martial artists. My favorite book is... called... Heroes of the Condor Shooting The legend tells the story of Genghis Khan’s son-in-law shooting the eagle to death with a bow and arrow, helping Genghis Khan conquer Mongolia, and later...the story of learning and living in society, falling in love with other women, and growing up with her in the struggle.”

"Genghis Khan's son-in-law? Falling in love with another woman?" Sergey looked confused.

"Yes, of course it's fictional." Hu Yi smiled and explained: "Ah, yes, there is another book in which the protagonist is an ancient hooligan. In the book, he is a good friend of the Chinese emperor and once led the army. War with Tsarist Russia... well, and love with Princess Sophia, sister of Peter the Great...that..."

"Well, it sounds like a very interesting novel. The gentleman you mentioned must be an excellent novelist." Sergey was very patient: "But we are discussing your favorite Russian novel. writer."

"Russian writer? Oh!" Only then did Hu Yi realize that he was talking nonsense just now, and he answered completely irrelevant questions, scratching his ears in embarrassment: "My favorite Russian writer... um...."

"Pushkin!" Wuga thought he couldn't answer, and reminded in a low voice: "Just say you like Pushkin!"

"No, I don't like Pushkin." Hu Yi replied seriously: "The Russian writer I like is... Chekhov."

"Chekhov? Great." Sergey smiled and said, "Can you tell me your reason?"

"His book...is very interesting." Hu Yi remembered that there seemed to be excerpts from Chekhov's "Chameleon" and "Man in a Case" in his middle school Chinese textbooks, but he couldn't remember the contents clearly, and he didn't know about them. The Russian names of the two novels, he said casually: "In addition, his name is Anton, and my Russian name is also Anton."

"Haha, this reason... makes sense." Sergey looked at him dumbfounded: "You said just now that you don't like Pushkin? Can you tell me the reason?"

"There's no reason, maybe it's because I don't like poetry." Hu Yi shrugged his shoulders and made a grimace: "Also, I heard that Pushkin's wife fell in love with other men, and this incident also led to his death .”

There was a whisper in the classroom, Sergey looked a little dignified, and shook his head seriously: "Please don't say that, the gains and losses in personal life should not affect our recognition of his literary achievements."

Hu Yi raised his eyebrows and smiled: "Okay. I think he is a great writer, but he can't be considered a successful man."

"No, no, you shouldn't use family life issues to judge his success, you are too mean." Sergey sighed melancholy: "To be honest, my wife is like this too, which makes me feel very uncomfortable."

"You...your wife is also like this?!" Hu Yiwan didn't expect the old professor to have the courage to expose his family scandal in front of the students, and he was speechless for a while: "Oh! I...I'm so sorry!"

Sergey smiled slightly: "We are just discussing the problem, there is no need for you to apologize."

"But...but..." Hu Yi was greatly embarrassed, and looked at the old professor sympathetically: "Your wife...she...I didn't expect it."

"What's the point of this? We sometimes discuss this kind of issue together at home and express our opinions. Human beings should be more tolerant, even husband and wife cannot force each other to accept their own ideas."

"Tolerance?!" Hu Yi peeked at the other students. The Russians seemed to be very calm. Some foreigners frowned slightly, and some were confused. Obviously, it was almost the same as what he thought in his heart.

"Is that true?" He went on to say, "Shouldn't you...shouldn't you divorce her?"

The Russian students were in an uproar, and Sergey was extremely surprised: "What? Divorce?! Why do we want a divorce?"

"Because... because you are not happy." Hu Yi muttered in a puzzled voice, "After all, she fell in love with another man."

The old professor was shocked: "What?! God! What nonsense are you talking about! My wife loves me very much! I love her very much! How can there be any other man!"

Hu Yi was dumbfounded: "Didn't you say that she is the same as Pushkin's wife?"

"No! It's not like that!" Sergey waved his hands vigorously: "I mean, she is just like you, using the failure of her marriage to deny Pushkin! Just as mean as you!"

"Oh... oh..." Hu Yi knew that he had made a joke, stuck out his tongue in embarrassment and stopped talking.Sergey's voice trembled slightly: "Perhaps you just misunderstood what I meant, but anyway, you are too careless to speak like this, which is unpleasant."

"That's the end of this topic, let's hurry up and continue with the content just now." The old professor put his hands on the podium to adjust his breathing, raised his wrist to look at his watch, and sighed in frustration: "Oh hey! Look at it, look at it Look! It's class time again! What did I talk to you about today! See you next class!"

Sergey shook his head and walked out of the classroom quickly. The whole class looked at Hu Yi one after another. Although no one laughed, they all had expressions of joy.Wuga gloated and gloated, "Anton, now you're really doomed. Sergey's exam will definitely fail."

"Hey, how can you blame me? He didn't make it clear." Hu Yi blushed, picked up his schoolbag, hurried out of the classroom, left the main building, and went straight to the basketball court next to him.

(End of this chapter)