The 128 most classic philosophical essays in the world

Chapter 126
[Russia] Turgenev
There is only one cloud in the sky, which seems to be floating and dissipating.

The last day in June.Surrounded by thousands of miles of Russia - my dear hometown.

The whole sky was blue.There is only one cloud in the sky, which seems to be floating and dissipating.There's no wind, it's warm... and there's something like fresh milk in the air!
The larks were singing, the big-necked pigeons were cooing, the swallows were flying silently, the horses were snorting and chewing grass, and the dogs stood tamely wagging their tails without barking.

There was a smell of smoke and grass mixed with a little pine tar and leather.The marijuana has grown in abundance and exudes its strong, pleasant smell.

A deep valley with a gentle slope.Rows of willow trees are planted on both sides of the valley. Their crowns are connected into one piece, and the trunks below are cracked.A small stream flows in the valley.Through the clear ripples, the gravel at the bottom of the stream seems to be trembling.In the distance, where the sky and the earth meet, the blue waves of a big river can be vaguely seen.

Along the valley, on one side are neat small grain depots and small warehouses with closed doors; on the other side, there are five or six pine farmhouses with thin-slab roofs scattered.On the roof of every house, there is a long pole with a starling's nest.On the eaves of every house, there is a galloping iron horse decorated with a raised mane.The rough and uneven window panes reflect the colors of the rainbow.Clay pots with bouquets of flowers are painted on the shutters.In front of every farmhouse, there is a solid bench standing upright.The cat raised its transparent ears vigilantly and curled up on the platform.Behind the high threshold, the cool vestibule was dark.

I spread out the blanket and lay down on the edge of the valley.All around were piles of freshly cut hay that smelled sleepily.The clever farmer spreads the hay in front of the wooden house: as long as it dries a little, it can be hidden in the hayloft!In this way, how comfortable it will be to sleep on in the future!

Little curly-haired heads of children emerged from behind each pile of hay.The hen shakes her comb, looking for various bugs in the hay.A white-lipped puppy rolling in the grass.

The lads with hazel curly hair, wearing clean shirts with belts at the hem and heavy lace-up boots, leaned their chests on the unloaded ox carts, chatting and laughing with each other enthusiastically.

A young woman with a round face leaned out of the window.Whether it was because she heard what the boys said, or because she saw the children playing on the haystack, she smiled.

Another young woman stretched out her strong arms and lifted a large wet bucket from the well... The bucket shook and shook on the rope, dripping drops of shining water.

In front of me stood an old peasant woman in a new gingham skirt and new shoes.

Around her dark, lean neck were three large hollow beads.On her gray hair was a yellow turban with red dots, which covered her eyes, which had lost all energy.

But the old man's eyes smiled politely, and there was a smile on his wrinkled face.Perhaps, the old woman is over 60 years old... Even now it can be seen that she was a beauty back then!

She spread her tanned right fingers, holding a jar of cold, non-skimmed milk that had just been taken out of the cellar. Pieces of bread still steaming.She said: "For the sake of health, eat, guests from afar!"

The rooster suddenly crowed, flapping its wings busily, and the calves tethered in the pen echoed it, mooing unhurriedly.

"Look at this piece of oats!" came the voice of my coachman.

Ah, contentment, ease, abundance, in the land of freedom in Russia!O peace and beauty!

So I thought: What are the crosses on the dome of the Hagia Sophia in the imperial city and everything we city people are striving for?
Heart mark notes
This is an exquisite rural oil painting: the blue sky, various animals, gentle deep valleys, clear streams, neat grain depots, and scattered farmhouses are the background of the scroll, with children playing, young people talking and laughing, playing The young woman in the water is the main body of the painting, and the industrious and hospitable old peasant woman is the close-up of the whole painting... The unique simplicity, kindness and enthusiasm of the villagers in the countryside are portrayed so vividly and beautifully!
The countryside is not as prosperous and noisy as the city, but it is more comfortable, happy, warm and peaceful.In such a comfortable atmosphere, no matter how impetuous the heart can be restored to calm, no matter how indifferent the mood can be melted and warmed up again.There is no precise time, space, or rigid rules and regulations.In the country, you just take it easy.

(End of this chapter)