Chapter 6 six

It was New Year's Eve in 1932, a very cold night, even colder than today's snowy night in Huashan.It was almost eleven o'clock in the night, and I came back from watching a play in an opera house alone.Because my hat is the last number in the cashier's office, I can only go out when all the actors are out of the gate. I was walking alone on the street, with the otter hat deeply pressed on my head, and the tall Swedish dog fur collar turned up, covering my ears and face together, leaving only a pair of nostrils for ventilation.Inside the collar, I wrapped a thick woolen scarf around my neck tightly, as if I was going to hang myself.

My coat is an otter liner with smooth black fur. This black fur coat wraps me like a polar bear. The big, bulky shadow casts on the snow, looking very dark, deep and lonely. I walk alone.Everything seemed to be asleep except for the low howling of the wind.It was New Year's Eve, most people were locked at home, and there was no one or beast on the street.The entire city of Tomsk seemed to be in a coma.The whole universe seems to have fallen asleep.Only me, a lonely ghost, is still walking on the snow.Looking at my long black shadow, I felt indescribably desolate. As I walked, I chewed on the plot of the opera just now.The opera is La Traviata, which was composed to music by the great Italian opera singer Verdi.That beautifully sad music permeates my heart like sea water penetrates the sand of the sea.

I can't help but think of the La Traviata novel I read. In the novel, when La Traviata and Amon parted for the last time, she said the following words: As long as I am not dead, I can always be your happy plaything, day or night, or whenever you want me, you can come, I must be yours.However, you must not combine your future with me, otherwise, both of us will be unhappy.Now, sometimes, I'm still a pretty girl, you can play with me as much as you can, and besides, you are not allowed to ask me for anything else. How many people living in this world can truly understand the meaning of these few words?

Someone once said: To make a love attack on a young girl is like leading a thousand troops into an uninhabited formation.To attack a courtesan in love is a single-handed hero attacking a castle of iron. However, it is a good thing that this iron castle cannot be taken down, but if it is taken down, the result will often be tragic. It is rare for a prostitute to truly love someone, but if one day she truly loves someone, then she has only two endings to choose from: one is pain and the other is death. I walked while thinking, and the more I thought about it, the sadder I became, and the more I walked, the more desolate I became.

All around me, everything seemed dead. Death swallows everything. die!die!die!die!die!die! Suddenly, a voice sounded from a distance. It was vague at first, and soon it grew louder and closer, and louder and closer. I vaguely discerned: it was a sharp female voice. Vasya Vasya Vasya It was true: it was a woman's voice calling. Then, there was a rush of footsteps. Footsteps kept coming in my direction. The footsteps got louder and closer, and the shouts got closer and closer. When I walk faster, the footsteps seem to get louder.When I walk slowly, the footsteps also slow down.

The man behind was clearly chasing me. This woman's cry was completely unfamiliar to me, and I couldn't help being curious.A mysterious feeling made me move faster.When I walked a little faster, the footsteps behind me also sounded faster. The wind is howling.A lot of the floating snow on the ground has been blown away by the wind, and most of the remaining snow has condensed into a hard transparent layer, like a crab shell.The hard crab shells are spread on the streets one after another, and they are extremely strong.As the soles of my shoes grazed the street, they kept picking up bits of snow.More and more snowflakes gathered, adding snow on top of snow. After constant pressure, some of the snow flakes hit the ground, and some of them were pressed more firmly. They were tightly set on the soles of the shoes and became a hard piece.The hard block collided with the hard shell on the street, and there was a rough sound:

Gwow!Gwow!Gwow! I keep moving forward and don't stop. Gwow!Gwow!Gwow!Gwow! All sounds are dead, and there are only two sounds on the street: Vasya Vasya Vasya Gwow!Gwow!Gwow!Gwow! After about five or six minutes of chasing, the sound of footsteps behind me was only a dozen meters away from me.From the woman's footsteps and the expression of her calling, I made a certain judgment: she must have mistook me for Vasya.And this Vasya must have been her lover's name.In Russian, Vasya is a nickname for Vasili, and Vasili is a Russian male name. After discovering such a secret, I still remained calm and played tricks, teasing her as I walked, deliberately pretending to be Vasya.When she was approaching me, I laughed and started running suddenly, firstly to tease her, secondly because my feet were very cold, if I didn’t run for a while, I would definitely not be able to keep going.

When I run like this, she literally runs wild.As she ran, she grunted, as if cursing me. I ran until the middle of Olafest Avenue, and when my feet got warm, I deliberately slowed down and let her catch up. Gwow!Gwow!Gwow!Gwow! Vasya!Vasya!Vasya! The last cry dragged on for a long time, as if she wanted to use all her voice, and the voice was full of joy and victory.I heard it very clearly: that's right, it was the voice of a young girl in her twenties. She finally caught up with me. You man!It's so cruel. I ran to catch up, but you still ran so fast with your heart!Call me angry, I can't breathe!Look, my heart is going to explode!

As soon as she caught up with me, she panted and complained coquettishly and angrily.While muttering, she leaned closer and pressed against me.I stopped without saying a word, and suddenly stretched out my right arm like an ape, and as soon as I hugged her, I tightly hugged her waist. When I turned my face again, my four lips glued together immediately. It was a horribly sweet long kiss!It was an unbearably tender long kiss!Couldn't be sweeter!Can't be more gentle!This long kiss seemed to last longer than a century!Not only did she not flinch at all, but she was so enthusiastic that it almost made me tremble.Her limp shoulders clung around me like ivy, getting tighter and tighter until I couldn't breathe.In order not to disappoint her, I also hugged her with all my strength, as if to crush her.At this time, we are no longer two bodies, but a fiery red condensate, emitting Vesuvius-like heat in the snow!

In the cold night wind, under the blue starry sky, and on the white snow, we hugged and kissed each other tightly, as if we were people in primitive times! Dead silence! Only the sound of the night wind! . After a few minutes of wild enthusiasm, she relaxed me gently, looked up, and gave me a big smile. Before she finished laughing, her expression suddenly changed.She stared closely at my face, and suddenly let out a strange cry: ah!Mother!Mother!who are you? She sees who I am.Her face turned pale.she cried out. I made a face at her and said in Russian with a very humorous smile: I am your Vasya!Don't you recognize me?

As I said that, I hugged her even tighter. She struggled desperately in my arms, screaming like a little beast captured by a hunter. Ah, you are not Vasya!You are not Vasya!Let me go!Let me go!Ah, mother!Mother! I didn't let her go, but said to her with a half-sincere and half-smiley face: Dear lady, please think about it carefully, it is you looking for me, not me looking for you!You have been chasing me and calling me, how can I have the heart to ignore you? Ah, mother!Mother!let me go!let me go!You are not Vasya!You are not Vasya! She was still struggling in my arms, screaming, extremely terrifying.When Russian women have no choice, they either call God or mother.I lowered my face and deliberately joked to her: Dear lady, whether I am Vasya or not, it is a coincidence that we have such a chance encounter in such a quiet street and on such a beautiful snowy field in such a late night.Somewhere, it must be God's opinion, God's mysterious power, that is bringing us together, isn't it? I know that Russian women believe in God the most, so I developed this set of principles.God knows, I haven't even stepped on the door of a church in my life. Not what God meant!Not what God meant!For God's sake, forgive me, let me go!She struggled and shouted loudly. Well, if it's not God's will, then it must be because I look like Vasya, isn't it?Otherwise, why would you embrace me as Vasya?Since I look so much like Vasya, you can take me as the real Vasya!The true and the false in the world are almost the same. No, no, you are not like Vasya!You are not like Vasya!You are nothing like it!let me go!If you don't let me go, I will scold you!You are really unreasonable. At this time, she had gradually turned from confusion to calmness, and her face was a bit awe-inspiring. I think the joke is almost done, and I finally let go of her body.But still grabbed her by the shoulder and asked: Miss, is it my reason or yours?It was you who chased me, called me, made out with me, and troubled me first, not me who troubled you first! That's why I misunderstood you for a while, and mistook you for Vasya. Then you can mistake me for Vasya for a while, and that's all right!Life is a bit like acting, and I can play the role of Vasya too! But you are not Vasya! Although I am not Vasya, I am not necessarily inferior to Vasya!Look at my thick arms, don't they hug me more vigorously than Vasya?Look at my hot lips, are they hotter than Vasya's kisses?Look at my firm chest, isn't it more comfortable than Vasya's caring?Beautiful girl, my new Vasya will give you no less happiness than my old Vasya.Even if the shoes are worn out, they have to be replaced with new ones, let alone friends?An old friend is the most boring thing.What do you think? Whether you're old or new, I'm going back now.You let go first, can't you?If I don't know you, aren't you ashamed to hold me back so presumptuously?Her complexion was full of seriousness now, and she almost pulled her face down. I didn't show any embarrassment, but smiled in a very natural tone: How strange!A girl who doesn't know me, just now hugged me so desperately and clung to me that I couldn't breathe, and my lips were almost crushed. Who should be ashamed?I let go, waved my hand forward, and said with a smile: Come on, I won't hold you back anymore, go back and find your genuine Vasya!After all, my deck of cards can't be a hit!Oh, new shoes are not as good as old ones after all, are they? She couldn't help laughing, as if she was afraid that I would make a comeback, she hurriedly slipped back a few steps, stopped again, and said in a naive tone: You are too dishonest, your mouth is too naughty, I ignore you! I said to her with a smile on my face: The most terrible thing in the world is honesty.A man may kill, but he must never be honest.Just think about it: if I am honest, how can I be loved by Miss just now? well.Here we go again!Sorry, I'm going back!Goodbye! Now, she also seems to gradually see what kind of person I am, and most of the previous fear has disappeared, but she still seems to be afraid of being entangled by me, so she straightened her messy hair, turned around, and wanted to leave. I walked over, restrained my smiling face, and said to her in a very serious and sincere tone: Well, madam, I will stop joking with you, and let us have a few serious words.I want to warn you seriously: if you go back like this, your feet will be frostbitten, and you have stayed on the snow for too long. Then I told her we should find a place to enjoy the fire and warm ourselves. It's late at night now, and the doors of people's houses have already been closed tightly. There is only a small coffee shop on the corner of Olafest Street, which is only for night business, and we can go there to warm up. I'm not warming up, I'm going back, goodbye!Her tone was very decisive, and it seemed that she was not accommodating at all. Are you really not warming yourself? I really don't want to cook anymore.Goodbye! I glanced at her, smiled slightly and said: Shall we meet again like this?At the very least, we have just played the most emotional scene ever played.We once did what the world's craziest lovers do.Are we just going to be so rigid about face separation?Compared with the scene just now, it is too unpleasant and incongruous. So how do you tell the difference?She asked me with a little horror. At the very least, we should also shake hands before parting! shake hands?She was taken aback. The handshake I am talking about here is purely a polite handshake, and there is no meaning of extra oil and sauce in it, so don't worry! I don't want to shake your hand!she said coldly. It's not that you don't want to shake hands with me, it's that you dare not shake hands with me, and I said coldly. I can not?Excited by me, she suddenly ran over automatically, and said angrily: "You say I dare not?"I want to shake hands with you before parting.Come, let's shake hands! Do you really dare to shake my hand?I pretended to be contemptuous of her. This time she couldn't bear it anymore, she suddenly grabbed my hand and shook it desperately, almost exhausting all her strength.While holding it, she said: You see how dare I dare!You see how dare I dare! I waited for her to finish holding her hand, then immediately put her hand down, and said with a very gentle smile: Did you shake my hand after all? She was startled, and suddenly misunderstood what I meant, and couldn't help but get a little angry: You are so hateful! Why are you angry!I just wanted to prove that what I just said was extremely honest.I shake your hand only as a courtesy and nothing else.Now, I let go of your hand, you can always believe what I just said!Although we have only known each other for more than ten minutes, I do not want you to recall me as a liar in the future.OK, goodbye! She was taken aback for a moment, and suddenly understood what I meant, and immediately turned her anger into a smile, and looked at me.There was indeed an element of respect in this hope. OK, goodbye.She waved lightly to me. Goodbye!Good night!I waved to her. Goodbye!Good night!These few words were really gentle and touching, and they really came from the bottom of her heart. After we broke up, after walking a few steps, I turned my head to look at her, and she was looking back at me.So I waved my hand to her again and said loudly: Goodbye!Good night! Goodbye!Good night!She also answered me loudly.