远眺者——读果戈理的《死魂灵》不知是风还是幻梦,还是你的拒之不能的那一份告诫,隐隐触及缱绻的冷烛。生命的水在你的笔下,在你的悲欢里,在《死魂灵》的字里行间波涌。歌或者怅惆,都散溢出一种不甘屈辱的苔藓味道。普希金的坦荡与旷达之后,就是你的坦荡与旷达了。那种襟怀与无私,使一些人在不解中生出了妒意,却又不得不抬起头来向你投以仰 The distant viewers - Reading Gogol’s “dead soul” I do not know is the wind or the dream, or your refusal to that one warning, faintly touched the chilly candle. Water of life in your pen, in your joys and sorrows, in the “dead soul” between the lines of the waves. Song or wretched, are scattered overflowing a kind of unwilling humiliation moss flavor. Pushkin’s magnanimous and unrestrained, it is your magnanimous and broad-minded. That kind of mindset and selflessness made some people jealous in their misunderstandings but had to look up to you