This book adopts the first person, taking the hunting whereabouts of the landlord Peter petrovich as a clue, and becomes a fascinating and gripping story. In reading, readers can follow the master's wonderful pen, appreciate the beautiful scenery and customs of Russian countryside in the eighteenth century, see the hypocrisy, ruthlessness, cruelty and decay of landlords and nobles under serfdom, and experience the innocence and love of the lower serfs in the wonderful fantasy journey of hunting in Russian countryside in the past.
After reading this book, what impressed me most was the wonderful hunting scenes and beautiful scenery on the vast land of Russian countryside: dense forests, rolling hills, winding rivers, gurgling streams, misty swamps, noisy ponds, rows of wooden houses and birds and animals roaming among them, all of which were fascinating.
Let's take a quick look at a few paragraphs:
"The sun has set, but the Woods are still bright, the air is clean, and the birds are singing in Ming Che; The grass shines like jade ... just wait. The Woods are getting darker and darker; The red light of the sunset slowly glides over the roots and trunks, rising higher and higher, moving from almost bare branches to dull and sleepy treetops ... and then it darkens under the treetops; The red sky gradually turns blue, and the smell in the Woods gradually becomes strong, slightly emitting warm moisture; You stopped as soon as the wind approached. The birds are going to sleep-not all at once, but in batches: the birds are quiet first, the robin is next, and the goose is Bai Niao. It's getting dark in the Woods, and it's even darker in the Woods. The first stars appeared shyly in the blue sky, and all kinds of birds fell asleep, except the red-tailed bird and the little woodpecker ... After a while, they were silent. Claudia's clear voice is ringing above your head again, and the oriole is crying sadly somewhere, and the nightingale is crying for the first time. You are upset while waiting, suddenly, but only the hunter can understand what I mean-there is a strange rattle and rustling in the silence, and you can hear a quick and knotted flapping sound-a woodchuck gracefully tilts its long mouth and calmly flies out from behind the dark birch tree to meet your shooting. "
"On the long slope of the gentle slope hill, the lush rye rippled gently, and the light and shadow cast by several clouds moved slowly on it. In the distance, the forest is gloomy, the pond is sparkling, the village is orange, hundreds of larks fly up and sing, and then fall quickly, craning their necks to stop on the mound ... "
What moved me most about this book were two serfs with distinct personalities, outstanding personalities and pure and beautiful hearts.
? The lone wolf of the forest protection god
Foreman Fuma, nicknamed lone wolf. He is a big man with broad shoulders, muscular, healthy and handsome. As a forest ranger, he is conscientious, conscientious and meticulous, and has the vigilance and ability to protect trees like a mountain god all day. In other people's words, as long as he is here, no one else can take away a bundle of dead branches in the master's forest. Some people tried to kill him many times, but they couldn't, because he was extremely powerful. His family was penniless, and his wife eloped with a passing city dweller, leaving him an eleven-year-old daughter and a starving child. However, the embarrassment of life did not affect his responsibility for forest protection at all.
"I" (landlord hunter Peter petrovich) saw this lone wolf with my own eyes while hunting. During that hunting, I was caught in a downpour. The carriage got stuck in a mud pit, was rescued by a lone wolf passing by, and was taken to my hut to take shelter from the rain. "I" and the lone wolf were just talking when the lone wolf suddenly heard the sound of cutting in the distant Woods, rushed out of the door and rushed into the heavy rain without saying anything. ...
After a while, a farmer who secretly cut down trees was caught back from the outside. At that time, the man in rags and a sad face begged the lone wolf to let him go, saying that he was really desperate and the whole family could not live. The lonely wolf seems indifferent. The cultivator also said that he was afraid to detain his thin horse and never give himself to his master, otherwise he would be killed. The lone wolf did not promise to let people go, and also refused the intercession that "I" was willing to pay for the cultivator. At this time, the farmer issued a desperate complaint: "Then eat me and strangle me. What else can I do? " Everything is over: the wife and children let them all die ... but you, wait, there will be retribution! "
Unexpectedly, the lone wolf tore off the belt tied to the farmer's elbow, grabbed his collar, opened the door and pushed him over.
"Take your horse and get out of here!" He shouted at the back of the field, "Be careful, next time I can ..."
-After reading this, the image of a tough guy who did his duty, but knew the difficulties behind the serf's despair and was willing to take responsibility for it suddenly appeared in front of readers.
"Mummy Man" Lydia
On that day, "I" met a "mummy man" at my mother's grange: "My head is completely shriveled, and I am covered in bronze, like an icon in an ancient painting; The nose is very narrow, like a blade; I can hardly see my lips, only a row of white teeth and two eyes ... "That terrible face really scared me.
Only through communication did I know that this person turned out to be Lucretia, the first beauty among all servants in Mother Grange!
Once, she was slim, plump, white and red, good at laughing, singing and dancing, smart and sought after by everyone! She once had a wonderful love-1967, she fell in love with Huaxi Adriá n Pollo Cove, the manager of my mother's restaurant. Later, because of a careless fall, she got a strange disease, visceral pain, tea and rice, and her body became thinner and weaker.
The strong fate gap makes me deeply concerned and sympathetic to her tragic fate, and I want to do something to help her.
However, strong, optimistic and kind Lydia has a hard core that ordinary people simply can't believe:
She said, "Some people don't even have a place to live! Everyone else is blind or deaf! But I, thank God, have good eyes and can hear everything. I can hear voles digging holes in the ground. I can smell anything, even the slightest smell. Buckwheat blooms in the field, or bodhi trees bloom in the garden. There's no need to tell me. I am the first to smell it, as long as there is a little wind blowing from that place. Why should I hate God? There are many people in the world who are more painful than me. "
She also said to me, "I don't need anything." Everything is satisfactory, thank God ... God bless everyone's health. By the way, sir, you'd better convince your old lady that the poor people here are very poor and ask her to reduce their service rent a little, even a little. They don't have enough land, and none of them have a future. If it is reduced, they will pray to God to bless you. I don't need anything, everything is satisfied. "
She even hummed to my face to express her inner peace and joy. ...
After reading The Hunter's Notes, the images of the lone wolf and Lydia will be unforgettable in my heart for a long time!