"No matter how many times I see Baroque architecture, I am always shocked by the luxury and beauty."

Kitahara and Kaede looked at the huge mosaic murals above the palace, with a look of amazement in their eyes, and said softly: "It seems that all the most brilliant and brilliant art of mankind is in this one building."

The Raphael Corridor consists of thirteen partitioned corridors, and you can see a new luxurious and beautiful scenery almost every step you take:

The surrounding columns and walls are neatly decorated with colorful paintings of different shapes, patterns of various mythological and legendary scenes inlaid on the ceiling, white and elegant marble decorative frames and plaster mountings, and glittering golden borders dress up the place.

Be magnificent.

"Even without the millions of art collections inside, the Hermitage is still a building worthy of leaving its name in the history of architecture." Fyodor raised his head and admired the murals above - most of them were from the Bible.

"Of course, these artworks give it a meaning beyond the architecture itself."

"Yes, there are so many outstanding works of art. If you look at them carefully, it is estimated that many people will spend a lifetime to see them all. Many of the seemingly inconspicuous collections may be the treasures of the museum if they are placed outside."

It can only be said that it is worthy of being one of the four major museums in the world.

The traveler nodded in agreement, and then looked into the depths of the corridor: "I plan to take a look at the paintings of Monet and Leonardo da Vinci first... By the way, where did Gogol go?"

"I think I should go see the Peacock Clock." Fyodor pondered for a while, and seemed to notice the subtle expressions on Kitahara and Kaede's expressions. He paused for a while and then said, "It should just be a look, not really do anything."

What."

"No, I just think that even if we sell this thing, the three of us probably won't be able to afford it." Kitahara and Feng sighed silently, and then asked curiously, "By the way, there is a space-type ability in the Winter Palace to prevent

Is it a means of stealing?"

Feodor withdrew his gaze, as if he had thought of something interesting, and smiled slightly: "Of course there is, otherwise these treasures would not be able to stay here safely. In fact, St. Petersburg is an important cultural center

, the number of top superpower users here is second only to Moscow."

"Oh, then I'm relieved." Beihara and Feng glanced in the direction of the peacock clock, feeling relieved, and then casually gossiped with some curiosity, "So you or Tolstoy know each other?"

"Well, he visited Mr. Tolstoy's house several times. Then because the conversation was not pleasant, we ended up on bad terms." Fyodor's tone was a little subtle, "The impression was quite deep."

"Wow, Tolstoy can still quarrel with people. In my impression, he has always had a good personality." Kitahara and Kaede blinked, feeling like they had taken a bite of fresh melon - although the other party said

It was more euphemistic, but he still pieced together the truth inside:

Tolstoy chatted with the other party for a while, and then almost got into a fight over some issues. In the end, someone may have tried to break up the fight, but the two of them failed to fight. In the end, they both went back to their respective homes and settled the matter.

Sounds fun... Well, I mean it sounds familiar.

The traveler silently thought about the three-dimensional Russian literary giant he knew, and asked with a gossipy attitude: "Can you tell me the name? This shouldn't be some state secret that cannot be disclosed, right?"

"Ivan Sergeyevich Turgenev." Fyodor didn't mean to hide anything, or in the eyes of intelligence dealers, there was no such thing as "information cannot be passed on to outsiders." "As for

Why two people quarrel...actually the reason is quite simple."

The future devil was silent for a moment, and his eyes revealed a rare feeling of true helplessness: "Because Mr. Turgenev brought a pigeon and then stewed a pot of pigeon soup in the kitchen. Tolstoy

When my husband came home, he realized there was something extra at home..."

"..." Beihara and Feng's eyes drifted silently, apparently thinking of the "pigeons turning into soup" magic that they were going to perform for Gogol this morning.

Should I say that I was lucky that I didn't say "pigeon soup" in front of Tolstoy? Having said that, watching the pigeons turn into soup is quite cruel to him.

Thinking of this, the traveler coughed in embarrassment and changed the subject a little abruptly: "By the way, Mr. Turgenev's powers should also be very powerful, right? Is he just responsible for managing the security of this museum?"

"He also works part-time as a security guard in many places... His status in Russia is a bit embarrassing, and he can only do this kind of thing under false pretenses."

Kitahara and Kaede raised their eyebrows in surprise, but after seeing the complicated relationship between Turgenev and Russia in the third dimension, they immediately responded: "Pro-European?"

Apart from anything else, Turgenev in the third dimension has actually always regarded himself as a "European" rather than a "Russian" to a large extent. In the end, he settled in Paris, France, and has considerable influence in Europe.

He even became the vice-president of the "International Literary Congress" in Paris.

If you put it in this period not long after the end of the world war, this feeling, you taste it, you taste it carefullyjpg

"To be precise, if someone hadn't stopped him, he would have gone to France." Fyodor did not hide the news and simply explained a few words, "He has a close relationship with the transcendents in France.

Okay, it seems I have a job there too."

Good guy, I call him good guy.

There was a world war going on here last year, but we can actually have two countries working part-time? Are you really not afraid of anything going wrong?

The traveler said that he was amazed by this operation, and at the same time he finally understood what kind of embarrassing situation the other party was in now.

"What I want to say is very complicated... but you will know when the time comes." Before going out, Mr. Fyodor, who was wrapped into a Siberian hamster ball by the adults next to him, straightened his hat that was a little crooked just now, "I plan to

Let’s first take a look at the artworks from the East, they all look very unique.”

"I'll know it then?" Beihara and Feng didn't care about the fact that the other party wanted to act alone - anyway, he couldn't change Mr. Tuo's decision. He just asked in surprise, "He likes to be involved in that film."

Is the painting exhibition area shaky?”

"No, I'm just very confident in your luck." Fyodor smiled politely, "I'll take the first step and meet you directly in the Jordan Corridor."

I have great faith in your luck.

Beihara and Feng looked at each other's back as he left calmly, the corners of their mouths twitched, and they slowly typed a bunch of question marks.

What does it mean to be confident in my luck? Hey! Even if I do often encounter all kinds of random people with powers while walking, the frequency is not so... so high, cough.

It shouldn't be that high, right?

The traveler looked at himself with some suspicion - although it was a bit exaggerated to say that he had been in Moscow before, he was still living quite peacefully in St. Petersburg these days.

Although I have met a lot of people with super powers, they basically have no interactions with each other, so I think on the bright side, maybe it will be okay?

But no matter what, it's not like I don't want to see those long-awaited works of art just because I don't want to meet people with superpowers.

Kitahara and Kaede tidied their clothes, looked at the direction Fyodor left, and turned around to go to the exhibition area related to art works in the Western European Art Museum.

As the oldest exhibition hall in the Hermitage, the Western European Art Museum has as many as 120 exhibition halls. It is filled with the most dazzling and brilliant artistic crystallizations born in every corner of Western Europe since the Renaissance, in addition to literature, music, and dance.

.

Not to mention anything else, just for everyone involved in the field of art, the four major museums are palaces of pilgrimage - and this is naturally true for travelers.

Leonardo da Vinci, the undisputed genius of the Renaissance, painted a Madonna holding flowers. The Mary in the painting is more like a child as pure as the Son than a mother.

Monet, who manipulated the magic of light and shadow, was the most outstanding magician of that era. In his paintings, everything in the garden seemed so real and illusory. Perhaps what he painted was never the flowers and plants in the garden.

Not the elegant woman, nor the ship or the water lily.

What he depicts is just light - every inch of beating light, splashing light, light falling asleep on the branches and leaves, light entwining and playing around women.

It was a glory that he could not forget or get rid of even if his eyes later developed cataracts.

Next is the prototype of the painter in Gauguin Maugham's "The Moon and Sixpence", an upright and smooth, firm and shameless painter: yes, no matter what his reputation is, no one can refute this.

.He may be a greedy vulgar person, but he is also a martyr who devoted all his life to painting.

In the "Adoration of Mary" he created, it is an illusory place that does not belong to the human world, a symbol beyond reality, and his own tireless inquiry and pursuit...

And finally, the tranquility found in this land far away from the world.

As for Van Gogh, who unscrupulously vented his love and passionate vitality on painting paper, he painted "White House at Night" two weeks before his death - a dazzling Venus composed of countless gorgeous golden lights shining in the sky.

Just like his "Starry Night", he vents his infinite love in endless pain.

The painter who painted eternal men and women, the painter who once said that he used stars to express hope, left this kind of work to the world before his death: the eternal halo, the ever-green trees, bringing life to life.

Come to the star of hope.

When a traveler looks at this painting high in the Winter Palace, he seems to be able to feel the heat remaining on it.

——The life that is mixed in paint and brushstrokes and never fades can still awaken a person's soul even after countless time and space.

"How are you?"

"Ah, no need, it's okay."

Beihara and Feng took a deep breath, and then realized that their performance was a bit rude. They quickly calmed down their expressions and looked at the people next to them: "I just felt that I was touched."

"..." The other party was silent for a moment, then took the handkerchief back into his arms, looked at the framed painting, and asked curiously, "Do you like Van Gogh very much?"

"He is indeed a very enviable and admirable painter, isn't he?" The traveler glanced slightly at the crowds around him, shrugged, and said nothing more, "But thank you anyway. I just thought of it.

Besides... I used to have a friend who liked him very much."

"That's true. No wonder you two became friends." The man on the side nodded, and then added, "I could tell at first glance that you would be someone very similar to Van Gogh."

"...That's not the case." Kitahara and Kaede's expressions stiffened for a moment, and then they replied very sincerely, "I think the gap between me and Mr. Van Gogh is at least an earth."

"I'm not talking about painting, I'm talking about certain traits, you are indeed very similar." The man turned his head, smiled at him, and then stretched out his hand, "Ivan Sergeyevich Turgeny

Husband, nice to meet you."

"..." Kitahara Kaede, who felt that she had been poisoned by Fyodor's mouthful, was silent for half a second, and then showed an awkward but polite smile, "Oh, my name is Kitahara Kaede. I am very happy.

I know you, Mr. Turgenev."

It's been several days since I've seen any literary giants with supernatural powers... so why on earth...
Chapter completed!