I can only make young people's hair turn white.
You can't white the hearts of young people.
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Selected from Russian volume of World Prose Collection (China Social Sciences Press, 1993 edition), translated by Cao Guowei. Oliga Fedoroff? Bergolitz (1910-1975) is a Soviet poetess and essayist.
Belgolitz: I know that the stars in the daytime were in my girlhood, when my family lived in Novgorod province. Now I can't remember whether I read it in a magazine or listened to Peter in the country library one night. Teacher petrovich said ... by the way, I probably heard it from a village teacher. This is an old man with deep eyes and a few sparse silvery white beards floating on his chest. He is familiar with astronomy, geography and the way of the world, and has a lot of interesting and even secret knowledge in his stomach. At dusk in July, the sky is getting bluer and darker. The first star lights up in the wide window of the wooden house in the village library, so Peter? Petrovich said that it seems that the stars will never disappear from the sky: except the stars at night, the stars at dusk and the stars during the day. The stars in the day are even brighter and more beautiful than the stars at night, but they can never be seen. They are obscured by the sun. Stars in the daytime can only be seen in deep and calm wells: these stars are hanging high above our heads, and we will never see them. They twinkle in the dark wells deep in the earth, and there is a thin cold light around them ... Indeed, the teacher didn't mention the appearance of starlight, but I want to see them at once, because starlight must be like this.
From that night on, I had an overwhelming crazy wish-to look at the stars during the day! I didn't confide to anyone, even my sister Mireka, I knew the stars in the daytime and wanted to see them. I want to be the first person to see the stars in the daytime, and then I will tell everyone (of course, I have to tell Mireka immediately) and even take them to see it together-shoot Musika first, then shoot others: Look, what I saw first! I didn't even see it, but I stumbled across it-it was more interesting than seeing it ... The stars in the daytime are of course miracles, but this miracle does exist, I know! Now you must all know the stars in the day. Look at these stars! Everybody check it out, everybody!
The desire to see the stars during the day and the whole plan to show everyone how to appreciate the stars came into being on my way home from Zalucheville that night-two years ago, we settled in a nearby village and rented a room. Soon after the cattle passed the highway, the air was filled with the smell of fresh milk and cooling dust in My Sweetie. Soft dust, like a small fountain, pours coolly from barefoot toes, and fireflies flicker leisurely in ditches along the road, flickering. The wooden and iron bells of the invisible horse tinkled in the low-pressure mist. Occasionally, an unusually gentle and sad bell rings. The dirt road winds among the rolling hills, and you are happy, because you know that your feet are not an ordinary road, but Valdai Highland, not far from you, and a spring water gushes from the underground of the church hut. This spring is the famous Volga River. In the twilight, the stars have been reflected in the springs, streams and rivers at the source of Volga River ... during the day ... tomorrow, you will definitely see the stars during the day! When I walked into the house through the vegetable garden, I couldn't help but stop and look at my old well full of gray lichens and moss with joy and horror. The old well is as usual: the slender boom on the well platform is tilted high, reflecting an ordinary star in the night sky. The characters in Andersen's fairy tales have big and thick burdock leaves. It is this kind of burdock leaf that floats with the water)-at night, the blue burdock leaf swings around the well platform and makes a clicking sound. Everything is the same as yesterday, not the same as yesterday! It turns out that this old well, which has long been familiar with, is full of shining stars during the day, but we fools actually know nothing about it and deliberately drop the bucket in an underground well full of stars and ping-pong.
"I can see the stars in the daytime tomorrow", I thought again and couldn't help shivering with joy. But I don't know why I didn't dare to see my old well for several days. "No, not today ... tomorrow ... anyway, I must go to see it the day after tomorrow ..." I subconsciously postponed the pleasure of watching the stars during the day, but somehow made me afraid of this moment. Strange to say, this delay makes me feel an inexplicable enjoyment.
..... When I was in my prime, I didn't know that expecting happiness was far more exciting than happiness itself. Just like tasting a grand, complex and lovely creation in advance, it can often give people greater joy than the creation itself. That's why sometimes you muddle along, delay time, come up with various reasons not to write, and let your imagination soar freely-imagine the creative process and even the creative result, that is, your new work. Whether it is an idea that has never been completed (in fact, you don't need to think clearly at the end, it should come naturally, as if your discovery is a compliment to your work) or a dazzling and flickering figure, it is so harmonious and excellent. Although this new book hasn't written a word on the paper, naive vanity will make you want to read it. It will be recognized by the most strict friends, bring your readers heartfelt excitement, and perhaps bring your readers the best tears-the tears that a person quietly falls. ...
An Tuan poisoned by poison? On the day of his slow death, Tipo knew he was dying. Looking back on his youth, he sighed in his diary: "I have always been full of longing for the future and positive trust in life."
Praising the future means living in the future, living in the beautiful days that may come, and treating the future as a living reality-what a generous and cruel life gift! I have praised the joy of the future for a long time, probably too long. It seems that there is only joy in the future. Maybe I am full of positive trust in joy. Anyway, I now know what it means to praise the inevitable loss (loss of love, loss of friends, loss of family), praise the unfairness and praise the long and heavy test. However, when I lived in Novgorod, I didn't know it. I am born with a personality that is too attached to the future (some people are born with a personality that is attached to the past and memories). There I savored the happiness of the future and praised my meeting with the stars during the day.
So, after two or three days, at a hot and cloudless noon, I was sure that there was no one in the vegetable garden. I hurried to the old wellhead, narrowed my eyes, suddenly opened the mossy manhole cover like a book, and looked unblinkingly into the dark well.
There are no stars in the well.
I don't believe it.
I stared at the bottom of the well for a long time, breathing the cold rising from there and the smell of wood swelling. I looked for a long time, but there were no stars in the well. I just don't know why the dark well water began to tremble from time to time, and the ripples were almost imperceptible from the central to the surrounding shaft wall.
"Probably, this is the first time, so I can't see the stars during the day." I think, after an hour or two, I was so tired from the heat that I crept up to the well floor and opened the manhole cover carefully and quietly … I didn't see anything! In this way, I looked into the well again and again until the first star that everyone could see lit up in the evening sky.
It began to rain in Mao Mao the next day, and then for several days, the clear sky was suddenly covered with white clouds that seemed to shine after the storm. I saw these white clouds in the well! Later, I peeked into the well water again and again at different times and in different ways, but I didn't see a star after all, even if the day was fleeting. ...
I kept my mouth shut to everyone, and I was satisfied, because even in front of Musika, I didn't brag about the stars in the daytime prematurely.
Strange to say! I still firmly believe that there are stars in the daytime, and there are wells in the daytime that can reflect and treasure the stars. Except that my old well is not deep enough and dark enough. Or it is because the thin spring water at the bottom of the well is rippling, which makes the well water lose its calm and it is difficult to reflect the stars that no one can see. It's hard to admit mistakes. Not long ago did I realize that I had misheard him, or that I didn't understand Peter? Petrovich means: Not in a deep well, but from a deep well, that is, sitting deep on the earth's surface, you can see the stars during the day. Although I haven't seen a star in the daytime of cardamom, although the water supply station has been widely popularized at present, even now I still believe that there are indeed many dotted wells on the land of our motherland, including old wells quietly surrounded by fairy-tale burdock, and new wells dug in the era of our life, neatly built with cement, with a depth that the old wells can't even dream of, and a calm and dark water surface. Not only do I believe there is such a well, but I also hope that my mind, my book, that is, my mind open to all readers, can also reflect and cherish the stars in the sky like a well-people's hearts, lives and destiny ... no, exactly, it is the hearts and destiny of my compatriots and contemporaries.
I hope everyone can see these invisible daytime stars and their brilliant brilliance in my heart and in my dark and clear well. I will cherish these daytime stars in my heart forever, just as I cherish my brilliance and my highest nature. I know that without them, without these daytime stars, there would be no writers like me ... On the other hand, without me, my life and my description of life, without us writers, the daytime stars would be invisible, that is, they would not exist, as we all know.