It was a day and a half before the international train arrived in Novosibirsk, and I spent the remaining day and a half in Sveta's box.

When I was chatting with Sveta, Sveta asked me, "What do you do in Novosibirsk after work?" I told her: "I usually study Russian with Danya in the dormitory after work. Sveta said: "No wonder your Russian has improved so quickly, the first time you sat in the international train, you spoke Russian very poorly, and you had to use a dictionary to chat with me." Now you speak Russian very well, and there are very few mistakes. I said, "I still have a lot of things I don't understand, and I need to keep learning." Sveta said, "It's nothing now, I'll teach you Russian too." I nodded and said, "That's great, then I'll call you Mr. Sveta." After saying that, I stood up and bowed to Sveta, "Hello Sveta-sensei! Sveta was amused by my funny appearance, and after laughing enough, Sveta changed into a very strict expression and said, "This classmate, you have to listen to the lecture well, if you don't study hard, I will punish you." I pretended to be scared, "I will definitely study hard, teacher, don't punish me, I'm so scared now." Once again, Sveta was amused by my funny expression and bent over, and punched me coquettishly, "Peng, you are a bad student, I will punish you now, I am laughing so hard that my stomach hurts, punish you for rubbing my stomach." ”

I sat down and rubbed Sveta's belly, Sveta leaned into my arms softly, raised her head and kissed me, "Peng, you know what? I used to be a Russian teacher for a year. I was surprised when I heard this, and Sveta said, "Peng, are you surprised that I used to be a Russian teacher?" I nodded yes, and Sveta had a sad look on her face, "Peng, do you remember Vera once saying that I was the most educated?" I nodded and said, "Later, when I ate Borodino brown bread in Baikal, Vera once said that you are the most educated, and asked you to tell the story of Borodino black bread, and I wanted to ask you at that time, but then I forgot about it as soon as I drank, my dear, are you a teacher teacher?" Sveta nodded and said, "Yes, I graduated from the Teacher's College, majored in Russian, and worked as a Russian teacher in the school for a year after graduation. I asked curiously: "Sveta, did you study at the university in Moscow?" ”

Sveta didn't answer me right away, but took out a hardcover book from the bedside and handed it to me, I took it and saw that it was "Lermontov's Poems", I once read an article about Lermontov in a book about Russian history, Lermontov was another very talented great poet in Russia after Pushkin, even the fate was very similar to Pushkin, because of the rebellion against the ** rule, so he was repeatedly exiled and imprisoned, and finally died in a premeditated duel, and died at the age of less than thirty. His poem "The Death of a Poet" written for Pushkin's death in a duel shocked the literary world, and was regarded by Russians as Pushkin's successor.

Flipping through the book of poems, I saw that the title page read: To my dear daughter Sveta, love your father. Looking at the date, it should be when Sveta was only ten years old. I looked at Sveta with some confusion, and Sveta asked me, "Do you know Lermontov?" I nodded and said; Know, is the great Russian poet. Sveta then asked me: "Do you know where Lermontov spent his childhood?" I replied: "I remember that Lermontov spent his childhood at his grandmother's estate, but I don't remember where." Sveta picked up the book and held it to his chest and said affectionately: "The place where Lermontov spent his childhood is my hometown, Arsenyeva in Penza Oblast was where I was born and raised, and when I was very young, my father read me Lermontov's poems, and I fell in love with Russian literature from an early age. After graduating from secondary school, I was admitted to the pedagogical college in my hometown, where I majored in Russian, and after graduating from university, I taught Russian in my hometown school, and I loved children and my job as a teacher. I was a little puzzled and asked, "Then why did you get to Moscow again and become a flight attendant on an international train?" ”

Sveta sighed and said: "My grandmother lives in Moscow, and after a year of working after I graduated from university, she fell ill, my grandfather died very young, and my mother was my grandmother's only daughter. At that time, my father was not in good health, and my mother had to take care of my father and my younger brother, and there was no way to go to Moscow to take care of my grandmother, so my mother asked me to go to Moscow to take care of my grandmother. That's how I quit my job and took care of my grandmother in Moscow. When my grandmother died, her house was left to me, and I wanted to work as a teacher in Moscow, but I couldn't find a suitable school. It just so happened that I had a relative who was in charge of some work on the Moscow Railway, and he helped me get in touch with the job and told me that I was paid a lot of money as a conductor on an international train, and that I had a lot of extra money. My father was not in good health and could not work, my younger brother was still in school, and only my mother worked to support the family, and I also needed to help the family, so I ended up working as a flight attendant on international trains. To be honest, I don't like my current job, I still like being a teacher. Every time I go out, I take this book of Lermontov's poems with me, and when I am lonely and depressed, I read his poems, so that I feel like I am back in my hometown and back in school. ”

Sveta opened the "Collected Poems of Lermontov" and pointed to the message on the title page: "This is a gift from my father on my tenth birthday, and I have always treasured it, and it is this collection of poems that made me fall in love with Russian literature." Peng, do you like to read poetry? I nodded, and Sveta gently took my hand and asked me, "Peng, have you ever read Lermontov's poems?" I shook my head and replied: "I just read about Lermontov in books, I haven't read his poems, I have read Pushkin's poems." Sveta said: "I also like Pushkin's poems, he is the soul of Russia, but Lermontov has become my spiritual sustenance." ”

Speaking of this, Sveta looked at me affectionately, "Peng, do you remember when you first gave me acupuncture treatment, you looked at me blankly." I was a little embarrassed and said, "I remember, I was fascinated by your beauty all of a sudden." Sveta was reminiscing about the beautiful scene at that time, and a charming smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, "Peng, do you know? Although I have met many Chinese, I have never looked closely into their eyes. It was at that time that my obsessive eyes and charming black eyes suddenly distracted me, and all I had in my mind was Lermontov's "Black Eyes". I gently hugged Sveta, "Sveta, you read this poem to me as if it were the content of your lesson today." ”

Sveta recited "Black Eyes" fondly: Countless stars adorn the summer night sky, why do you only have two stars? The bright eyes of the south, the dark eyes, make me lose my peace when I meet you. It is often said that the stars at night are a symbol of happiness in heaven; Black eyes, you are heaven and hell, and your star shines through my heart. The bright eyes of the south, the dark eyes, I read love from the gaze; From the moment we met, you were my star day and night!