Dear Lisa,
By the time you read this letter, you may have sneezed hundreds of times. If you can still perceive the human world in your world... You may not know that after watching this movie in the theater last night, I I have been talking about you with my friends until early this morning.
Let's start with the rose, you see, there is such a big pot, Stephan only gave you one, and you kept holding it tightly in the palm of your hand. Later, you went to him and bought all the flowers from the hawker, without even packing them, and gave him such a lot of roses in a simple and warm manner. What happened? Throw it lightly on the table. Hey... He treats you sincerely like that. I believe his butler put them in the vase in the end. God bless, he always remembers your name.
Because of your letter, mainly your death, I have to say that this was a thunderbolt on Stephan. I think a large part of it is because he does not remember you at all. Isn't it ridiculous? In short, after he read your letter carefully, he even chose to face a duel with your husband very rarely. It is a good thing for the prodigal to turn around, but for you, the price is too high.
I know that Stephan became famous when he was young, was prematurely overwhelmed by the praise of honor, but has been unable to break through himself, so he escaped into nothingness and indulgence. But what do you love about him? Nothingness? Is nothingness a rare nature? Love may be blind, but there is always an opportunity, there is a reason. Besides, if you like his music and performance, you are in Vienna! I heard that the street performers there are almost at the level of musicians. Think about it, if the source of his attraction is music, you can consider learning it yourself. Isn't it more direct to feel the beauty of music by yourself? Besides, didn't he lock up all the pianos later?
If you like him and it has nothing to do with music, I would like to ask, what kind of person is this? Except for the intestines, the greasy tongue, and the sluggishness after young and promising, what else? Where is the shining point that attracts you? I don't understand, or what secret vows did you make to God?
Your purity and wanting nothing are naturally moving, and your calm and warm gaze makes me unforgettable. Most of the women around him are gorgeous, only you are dressed in black. You don't want to attract him with those scheming and packaging, do you? However, he can't remember your name, he remembers Lily. He said he thought he had known you for a long time: how long have you been hiding in my piano? With all due respect, I didn't think his words were touching at all, and I couldn't hear any affection, only a nausea. Frankly speaking, many of his love words made everyone in the theater laugh. It's not that they are mean, but they think it is funny to be false and exaggerated. I hope you can understand our kindness.
Maybe I desperately need to re-read this book to re-acquaint Stephan who you believe to be a lifetime. I naturally know that depravity is complicated and can coexist with nobleness. If you can't say that he has the same shining side as the Karamazov brothers?
But I still don't understand, why do you want your son to take the train alone? This makes no sense at all. Maybe you want to meet Stephan too eagerly, but your son is just a nine-year-old. You can't always be addicted to love, right? That’s it? You have a son and a job, what about your parents? Didn't you hear about them afterwards? You have so many roles, of course they are all responsibilities and burdens, but they are also a richer multi-faceted life, right?
The most important thing is just you. When you are just you, do you have no self except love? I don't think it should be like this. Don't you like to travel? The game my father would play with you when I was young: Where are we going today? Is it not raining in Switzerland? You can travel, you can go to Switzerland, you can go to Rio... You like music, you can go to learn, but you are in Vienna! What about the dance you learned when you were young? Do you still like it? Vienna is so beautiful, don't you stop by the fountain on the street? Will you look up at the moon above your head? Is the Danube really blue and beautiful like in music?
I don't know how your literary world works. I think it may be different from ours. I heard some novelists say that the characters in the pen are not controlled by them but grow up freely. They just express themselves through the pen. I don't know if you have a choice. I mean, if you are not as obsessed with the three-dimensional world as we are, especially time, if you can, you can consider going to Leo Tolstoy in Russia.
I am rereading his "War and Peace". It is no exaggeration. He is the supreme writer in my heart. With my weak intelligence, it is difficult to understand many of the contents, but this is an excellent book. From this book, I know many female characters, most of whom also believe in love, and their lives also revolve around love. I think the age close to you may be true, but they retain their complicated roles and identities. In addition to chasing love and giving love, they are still daughters, friends, and mothers... When love or marriage comes, they will wonder why. This person, even if the opponent is chic and suave, is brilliant, and is a madman. I was impressed by their three-dimensional light and their selves. I don't think that they are hundreds of years apart from me, living in different worlds, but they are like sisters who have known each other for many years.
Perhaps in Tolstoy's pen, you will perceive yourself, the understood and discovered yourself. Or, if you have the freedom of choice, you can try to be a man, Pierre or André, who bear the burden of huge honors when they were young, and the beautiful soul has experienced various temptations, even the library Tuzov, dare not say complete happiness, but they all have their own colorful lives. Even Stephan, you can try to become him, the Lisa version of Stephan may be very different, at least not so wordy.
I don't deny that I questioned Zweig's understanding of you. Although this sounds arrogant, I really can't see yourself? I'm not very clear, but sometimes infatuation is not love, nor is blindness, even if Zweig tells you that you love Stephan? do you understand me? Maybe it's love to blame if he doesn't understand it? I always feel that human beings have a literary responsibility for the so-called blindness of love. Looking at literature, are women really more noble and more dedicated? Or do men think they should be like this?
This blindness to the so-called love has produced a classification of film and television dramas in our time, called "brain-disabled dramas". No intention to offend, people are somewhat mentally disabled, and there are always times when they are mentally disabled. Life is very long, and it is inevitable to encounter a few scumbags. You only meet one, and your life is over. I deeply feel unworthy for you.
It must be stated that I am not biased against Zweig, he is an excellent writer, and I respect him very much. Soon after you passed away, the whole world ushered in a catastrophe, a world war, can you imagine it? Decades later, it made a comeback. Humans seem to think that dignity comes from the ability to kill each other. Your favorite Vienna was almost razed to the ground. Zweig felt desperate for the fall of Europe again, and committed suicide by taking medicine with his wife in Brazil. I feel sad about this and hope they will be relieved.
Hug you warmly.
A strange movie fan
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