一昏黄暗淡的夕阳,正在向着西山缓缓降落。彼得堡的小黑河畔,两辆雪橇载着一对即将举行决斗的主角,一先一后,疾驰而来。突然,枪声骤响,普希金的右腹部,不幸被丹特士邪恶的子弹击中,他的身躯不情愿地倒在茫茫的雪野上。鲜血殷殷,染红了洁白的雪地。是夜,莫依卡运河岸边的普希金寓所,一直是人山人海。擎着烛火的人们,都在警醒地关注着普希金的伤势。越来越重的疼痛,让普希金无所适从。在鸦片的作用下,昏迷 A dim yellow sunset, slowly descending toward the West. On the banks of the Black River in Petersburg, two snowmobiles carry a pair of protagonists who are about to fight duel. Suddenly, the gunfire sounded, Pushkin’s right abdomen, unfortunately, hit by Dante’s evil bullets, his body reluctantly fell on the vast snow field. Serious blood, dyed white snow. It was night, Pushkin apartment on the mojica canal bank, has been a sea of ​​people. People burning candlelight watched Pushkin’s injuries with alarm. Increasing pain, so Pushkin confused. Under the influence of opium, unconscious