“To Leo Tolstoy:

I'm really sorry that I haven't written to you in the past few days. The reason why I haven't written to you for so long is because I want to write the first part of "Resurrection" and send it to you when the time comes. I finally finished it today. I hope you

You can also like it.

Originally I planned to write all three parts of this book, but now I am hesitant. Maybe you should write the last part. This is your book, and you should bring the story to an end——

Don't refuse in a hurry, remember? I told you that I can see other people's souls.

This is the story in your soul, and I just brought it into the world.

By the way, I met that child from your family, and he also came to St. Petersburg with his friends. Don’t worry, I will take good care of them, even though they don’t really need my care.”

After writing this, Kitahara and Kaede put down the pen, sat on the chair and stretched lazily, looking up at St. Petersburg outside the window.

Unlike Moscow, which generally has relatively short buildings, St. Petersburg, like most European cities, has many tall buildings. Especially here in the city center, at a glance, you can see the prosperous scenery of a modern city.

The period is occasionally dotted with various exquisite and beautiful classical buildings, unintentionally revealing the elegance of the old days and the glorious years.

The traveler held his chin up, letting the sunshine outside shine on him, looking at the city shrouded in sunshine from a distance, and then took a comfortable sip of coffee, feeling a rare sense of the leisure that life should have.

The sunshine in St. Petersburg is not as lively and active as in Moscow, but an extremely dazzling pure white, which makes people think of the city's nickname of "White Night City".

Pure and dazzling, it reminds people of the brilliance of a supernova, or an aurora that simply passes across the sky without any color.

Kitahara and Kaede quietly admired it for a while, then picked up their pen and continued writing:

"I have been in St. Petersburg for a few days. It is a beautiful place, completely different from Moscow. Forgive me for not being able to describe it properly in Russian. I can only describe it on the photos and postcards I took.

The scenery is sent to you along with the letter.

By the way, there are also a lot of pigeons in St. Petersburg... Speaking of which, there are really a lot of pigeons in Russia. It reminds me of Paris, although I haven’t been there yet.”

"Mr. Kitahara! I just learned a magic trick!" The bedroom door was pushed open with a bang, and a figure jumped in from the outside. "Do you want me to perform it for you?"

This tone, this content... Gogol didn't run away.

Kitahara and Kaede helplessly held their foreheads, calmed down their emotions skillfully, turned to look at the boy beside them, and then asked in the most sincere tone of their lives: "Oh, what kind of magic is that?"

"Just tell me anything and I can conjure it up!" Gogol opened his hand and gestured. His golden eyes looked bright, and he was so excited that others were embarrassed to say anything in rebuttal. "What the hell?"

It’s all okay!”

Good guy, is this a magic trick or a wishing machine?

Beiyuan and Feng were silent for a while, barely restraining their desire to complain and embarrass each other. They looked out the window and said casually: "Then I... want a pigeon?"

"..." Gogol was silent for a moment, his eyes drifting suspiciously for a few seconds, then he took out a struggling white dove from under his cloak, raised it in front of him, and replied seriously, "Look, dove

!”

Kitahara and Kaede glanced out the window again. If he remembered correctly, there was a pigeon squatting and taking a nap on the railing not far away a few seconds ago...

Well, of course there is nothing now.

The traveler picked up the coffee cup and took another sip. He reluctantly suppressed the desire to ask "Is this magic or a supernatural power?" and nodded very flatteringly: "Well, it is indeed very powerful."

Unfortunately, probably because the response was a bit mediocre, Mr. Gogol seemed a little dissatisfied. However, he also knew that he was assisted by supernatural powers, so he settled for another request, such as letting him do it again.

Change to something else.

"For example?" Beihara and Feng took the pigeon away, rubbed it a few times while the other was confused, and asked casually.

"Hmm, for example, that big iron pot in the kitchen?" Gogol pondered for a while, and then he gestured happily, his tone full of pride, "I can make it happen!"

"..." Beihara and Feng stared silently.

Wait, what are you going to do with that pot?

"Wait a minute, I'll do a magic trick for you too." Kitahara Kaede raised the pigeon wings kindly, "For example, how to turn pigeons into pigeon soup?"

In the end, the incident ended with Fyodor coming over and dragging Gogol away, and the traveler who was writing a letter inexplicably got a pigeon.

"Okay, I don't really want to make soup with you." Kitahara and Kaede looked helplessly at the white bird in their hands that was struggling with "cuckoo", and then opened the window, "Let's go, let's go

, remember to fly far away.”

"Gu!" The white pigeon shook its wings happily. After realizing that it no longer had the power to restrain it, it quickly flapped its wings and rushed out of the window. In the blink of an eye, the figure disappeared into the white sky.

He seemed very happy to be free again.

Kitahara and Kaede looked at its leaving figure, smiled and shook their heads, then closed the window again and continued to write letters to their friends.

"I haven't been to many tourist attractions in St. Petersburg in the past few days. I have been walking around the streets and alleys here, but I have gone to a few famous restaurants. By the way, did you know? There is a restaurant in St. Petersburg called Moscow. I don't know.

Is there a restaurant in Moscow called St. Petersburg?

Yesterday I took Fyodor and the others to the Tsar's Restaurant. Although it is a restaurant, the well-preserved buildings and displays from the Tsar's period always made me feel like it was more like a museum. I also heard the waiter singing

Ode to the Tsar, very solemn and moving music.

Ah, and the most important thing! I asked Fyodor to try on those Tsar costume props, and they looked really super cute! I also sent the photo, and I suggest you find a photo frame to frame it.

——There are not many opportunities like this. To be honest, I am a little worried about whether I am on his assassination list, hahahahaha."

Kitahara and Feng couldn't help but laugh as they wrote this.

Well, although the other party was really reluctant when being put on those props, they were indeed very cute. If nothing else, just the sight of Catherine's crown hanging crookedly on the little hamster's head was enough to clear the blood tank.

Already.

Apart from anything else, Mr. Tuo really has a face that makes people like him very much.

The traveler curled his lips nervously, then took the key to open his cabinet, dug out several photos, and folded them all under the letter paper.

It contains basically all the photos he took of Gogol and Fyodor in the past few days. It would be good to send them to Tolstoy for a look. After all, Tolstoy is also the guardian of Mr. Fyodor.

Well, what’s wrong with looking at photos of kids?

"We also strolled around the Neva River together. St. Petersburg is indeed the Venice of the north. Every time I see the beautiful scenery here, I can't help but think of my hometown... By the way, before I came here, I thought this was the place.

The river had been frozen, but unexpectedly part of it had melted.

Sometimes I really feel that spring has arrived in Russia.

At dusk, you can see seagulls returning to the city in large numbers on the Neva River. You can hear the sound of countless feathers flapping, and the warm lights of the city are quietly reflected on the river. You can also

You can see the shadow of the sun sinking in the water, and the orange-gold lake water covers everything gently and gently, flowing past... It's really like a painting.

There is also a fountain, the kind that can spray 60 meters high, which is about as high as a 20-story building. You don’t know how surprised we were when we were under it! It was really like a miracle,

When the laser shines on it, it seems like every drop of water is a crystal diamond.

A water column composed of fine diamonds that splashes out from the deepest depths of the earth—isn’t it very poetic when you think about it?”

Kitahara and Feng curled their eyes and put a cheerful question mark on this sentence, as if their thoughts were drawn back to the evening when they officially met the Neva River.

Large swathes of flaming clouds, the orange-gold sky and river water, the bright and brilliant sun, and the water columns flying high between the water and the sky, seem to be going to the sky to welcome those fluttering gulls.

It's really beautiful, such an elegant and magnificent river.

The traveler thought for a while and continued writing:

"I found some inspiration in St. Petersburg, and I plan to slowly pick up some of my painting skills from back then, and maybe paint the Neva River in my eyes.

After they dry, I will also send them to you for review. Of course, the technique is definitely not good, after all, I haven’t officially held a paintbrush in many years.”

"As I write this, there is nothing else to do for the time being - by the way, I discovered a place called "Wolf and Berenger Sweet Shop" on Nevsky Prospekt, out of some traveler's intuition

, I think Pushkin will definitely like this place, please warmly recommend this place to him for me. (Smile)

Finally, I can't help but say something about "Resurrection": I hope you are willing to endure my poor handwriting and read it to the end. Believe me, this is a very excellent work. This confidence does not come from me, but from me.

It comes from you, my friend.

I am looking forward to the day when we can discuss the content of this book together. I have already thought of what an interesting scene it will be.

looking forward to your reply.

your forever friend,

Kitahara and Kaede

February 17, 2005"

The traveler looked with satisfaction at the Russian letters on the letter, which were much neater than before. He put the letter paper and several photos into the envelope one by one, and skillfully applied the lacquer on them.

Then just send it out together with the pile of manuscripts next to it... Well, let's pack it up first.

Kitahara and Kaede thought for a while, took out a large piece of paper originally intended for painting as a packing tool, and simply tied the package with a tape.

The traveler weighed the weight and felt that there was no big problem, so he pushed the door directly and went to the living room.

At this time, Fyodor had probably had some friendly exchanges with Gogol, and was now leisurely reading a book on the sofa in the living room.

"Fyodor, do you have time today?" Kitahara and Kaede glanced at the cover of the book and took the initiative to say hello, "I plan to send some things today and then visit the Winter Palace."

"The Winter Palace? I've always wanted to go there." Fyodor closed the book, his burgundy eyes curled up, and he looked good-tempered, "It just so happens that I have nothing to do today.

"

"Well, call Gogol again... By the way, where did he just run to?" Beihara and Feng thought about it for a while, and then quickly gave up thinking, "After you find the person, pack your things and leave early."

The traveler squinted his eyes slightly, as if he was thinking of the sunlight he just saw in the bedroom, and his tone couldn't help but become cheerful: "Speaking of which, today is indeed a very suitable weather for going out."

The sun is bright and the scenery is just right.

At this time, the flowers have not bloomed yet, and people cannot smell the fragrance of the flowers. But the river has quietly brought the fragrance of the sea and the distance.
Chapter completed!