Such stories are composed of ancient stories [big stories], and all people are related to such stories, or they are the protagonists in the stories. When Trotskyism involved Tolstoy himself, when Trotskyism desperately opposed to private ownership opposed his own private love, when he “signed” his work to all the people, he was silent, but It's not really silent.
Tolstoy had never seen the world of public ownership. He had dreamed that he would do his best to establish public ownership, literature, thought, doctrine, power... let criticism and movement push him into that ideal world.
At this time, the wife said: Someone wants to buy your copyright for 10,000 rubles, otherwise your poor family will be starved to death.
Tolstoy replied: I have never seen anyone starving to death in this house.
Later, there was a similar doctrine that made people starve to death. In Russia, the most fertile land under his feet, great thinkers were not lucky enough to see, except for his great works.
Accompanied by a young man who was about to leave and finally silenced, Tolstoy disappeared, and he was silent forever in the public eye. He used this extremely naive way to end extremely serious issues, and no one knew how to leave. What can he think of now when he goes? Are you going to forget about life? In my opinion, not necessarily. Love? Not necessarily, sports? Even more unlikely, ism? It's not right, perhaps, his silence is accompanied by nothing but emptiness or loneliness.
Young people have received the best education the world has given themselves. This seems to be an education that has nothing to do with love. In contrast, those [masterpieces] and [the doctrines he taught us] are as powerless as shit.
Soon after Tolstoy's departure, a more radical and violent ideology came to this country. They overthrew some political structures under the czarist rule. They wanted... the
future, waiting for this young man, no, waiting Follow you and me.
"When I am silent, I feel fulfilled; I will speak and feel empty at the same time."
——The inscription of Lu Xun's "Wild Grass"·
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