Chapter 55: There Is Always a Moon That Belongs Only to You

After Mikhail Romanovich Raskolnikov gave that answer, the young Miss Nadia was slightly stunned for a moment, but she quickly recovered. After all, although she was young, the fact that she could hold a position in the palace meant Nadia was certainly no fool; after thinking for a short while, seeing Mikhail's modesty, she also understood some of Mikhail's concerns.

Although those novels, in Nadia's eyes, could evoke sympathy and served as a good reminder for some people, indeed many people probably would not feel that way.

Some people, having immersed themselves in the Illusory world for too long, find even a gentle voice somewhat grating to them, let alone anything else.

Having figured this out, the Miss assured Mikhail: "I was a bit rash in my thinking; rest assured, I will not do so again. And if one day I hear negative voices from others regarding your novels, I am also willing to speak a few words of justice for you. I understand very well that you wrote such novels because you possess a noble heart.

Otherwise, in the current Russia, how many people dare to voice such words?"

Hearing these words from Nadia, Mikhail immediately felt even more favor towards this Miss.

Good, good, good, does this mean I have someone in the court?

Otherwise, Mikhail really began to consider whether to write a piece: "Taikun! I am a very good subject!" to offset his previous reputation.

Ahem, ahem.

Speaking of which, one point must be mentioned: for a very long time in the past, history was often men's history, but with the development of the times, especially after the Enlightenment, many well-educated and wealthy women in Europe increasingly became an important force driving social progress.

This point was most prominent in our revolutionary base, France.

Just as Mona Ozouf wrote in "The Words of Women": "Whether in the 18th or 19th century, all foreign travelers who visited France were shocked by the role played by French women. In an era where women were isolated from the world, compared to other European countries, French women appeared more frequently in various social spheres, possessing extraordinary social authority and status."

Of course, Russian women did not have such great influence, but since a person has received a good education and fully understood the strongest voice of this era regarding "Liberty, Equality, Fraternity," for a person with a conscience, it is very difficult for her to remain indifferent.

Of course, there were also staunch feudal warriors, such as Turgenev's mother...

Now it seems the General's daughter should be the former.

After quickly finishing these words, Nadia and Mikhail soon sat down to dine under the guidance of the servants.

And although Mikhail had just become the focus of the crowd, theoretically he could still take this opportunity to show off, but considering his situation, Mikhail still tried to find a secluded spot and then began to dine without making a sound.

Mikhail's movements were quite Gao Ya; a casual glance from others would only think it was very normal, with nothing special, but if one kept watching, one would discover Mikhail simply did not stop...

But in Turgenev's eyes, Mikhail's such calm and composed posture was undoubtedly a sign that he did not take what had just happened seriously.

After all that, you are still so calm; Mikhail, you fellow...

Seeing Mikhail like this, Turgenev even lost much of his desire to brag, and instead tried to learn from Mikhail's silence, occasionally revealing a Gao Ya smile.

And compared to Turgenev, this Miss Nadia observed much more carefully; after observing for a while, Nadia reached this conclusion: hmm, he has a good appetite.

Discovering this, the Miss unconsciously nodded her head.

This is certainly a good thing; having a good appetite means having a good body, and having a good body means one can better withstand Russia's harsh climate and the diseases that pop up from time to time.

In these times, even the children of nobles had a quite high infant mortality rate.

In fact, it was probably because he ate quite a lot; anyway, Mikhail's body did improve significantly, his originally somewhat shriveled cheeks were now much fuller, and he had more energy when writing drafts.

This is certainly a good thing; looking at the past and present, inside and outside, those who can accomplish great things are mostly energetic; ordinary people, if they had the same work intensity as them, would probably have died of sudden exhaustion long ago.

After finishing the meal like this, the guests attending this banquet began to leave one after another; Mikhail was much the same, for if he returned too late, there would probably be no carriages left on the roadside.

But before he left, besides the General's daughter wanting to say a few more words to him, there were a few gentlemen in bright clothes who, seeing Mikhail was leaving, finally put down their reserve, hurriedly came over with servants holding paper and pens, and said:

"Mr. Mikhail Romanovich, could you please recite your poem one more time? We wish to copy it down to read to more people; do you agree?"

"Of course." Nodding to indicate agreement, Mikhail then recited the poem again.

The servants holding paper and pens were making records, and many people at the banquet, out of interest, gathered around Mikhail to listen to the poem once more.

And that Miss whose hair seemed woven from sunlight watched Mikhail reciting the poem without blinking an eye.

When Mikhail finished reciting, she finally woke from a dream, walked forward lightly, and prepared to see off the departing Mikhail.

Because of Mikhail, this area of the General's living room seemed somewhat crowded, so Nadia had to make a great effort to reach Mikhail; after she smiled and nodded at Mikhail, Mikhail understood her meaning.

Thus, the two walked out of the crowd together, passed through the luxurious and heavy corridor, and walked together towards the door symbolizing the end of this night.

Turgenev did not go with Mikhail; first, they were not going the same way, and second, Turgenev considered himself a sensible person and would not appear beside Mikhail at such a time.

After Mikhail walked out of the General's residence, the world suddenly became quiet, and those glittering people and various things before his eyes finally turned into the silent night of St. Petersburg; Mikhail's heart immediately expanded.

"Do you not like such banquets?" the Miss beside Mikhail asked.

"Not dislike." Mikhail shook his head and said: "But I prefer to stay with people I am familiar with."

"Then will you come to banquets like this again?"

"Of course."

Actually, Mikhail, who was so full he wanted to burp, managed to hold it back, then smiled and nodded.

"Then we look forward to meeting again." After bowing slightly to Mikhail, this young Miss waited a while longer; seeing that Mikhail made no other gesture besides nodding and smiling, this Young Lady from a noble family considered very seriously for a while before finally speaking up before Mikhail went to find a carriage:

"May I write to you? Regarding your novels, I feel I have many ideas I want to tell you; since there is no time now, shall we discuss them in letters?"

"It is my honor."

After politely agreeing to this matter, Mikhail walked towards the direction of the carriage, while this Young Lady from a noble family did not leave; instead, she watched Mikhail board the carriage somewhat heavily, nodded politely to her, and then gradually disappeared into the night.

Tonight's moon seems a bit special, she thought.

(End of this chapter)