Read the introduction to understand the main idea of the story. The Moscow gentleman, the Earl of Rostov, was convicted of unrepentant death and placed under house arrest in the Metropolitan Hotel opposite the Kremlin. This house arrest, from the novel catalogue, is thirty years. I didn't know it was life imprisonment until I saw the back of the book.
Because of the epidemic, the time when we were isolated at home was already distressing. It's hard to imagine how you can live in an abandoned utility room on the top floor of a hotel all your life.
In the introduction, the limited space in the hotel opened a new chapter in Count Rostov's life and let his spirit enter a wider world. He finally fought back from the Jedi, broke through the encirclement and realized self-redemption.
How can such a book be missed?
When you open this book, you will be attracted by the words in it.
I thought this book would be very heavy and the atmosphere would be as depressing as The Shawshank Redemption, but I didn't expect to find the words humorous and the metaphors still vivid just after I opened it.
At first, Count Rostov was escorted by two soldiers with guns, or escorted out of the Kremlin, and sent to the opposite Metropolitan Hotel, until he saw him enter the room, he refused to give up. However, how did the count behave?
Coming out of the Kremlin, he came to Red Square, and the cool weather was particularly pleasant. The count shrugged his shoulders like swimming and took a long breath of fresh air without stopping. The sky is the same color as the blue dome of St. Basso's church. And those pink, green and gold are also shining, as if the only purpose of religion is to cheer for divinity.
If we encounter great setbacks in life, I'm afraid our minds are focused on how unlucky we are and we are not in the mood to watch the weather at all. But it is rare for the count to have such leisure at this time.
Then the author wrote, "Hey, man," and the count greeted Feodor, who was standing on the edge of the square. "Blackberry came out so early this year?" As a result, the count's question startled the stall owner. Before he could answer, the count walked away quickly.
This is not an escort, this is clearly a happy walk.
There is a particularly interesting metaphor at this time. The author said that the earl's wax beard spread out to both sides like the wings of a seagull. I can even imagine the vivid appearance of the earl's beard.
When the soldiers arrived with the count, the count turned around and reached out to the two soldiers who had been following him. "Gentlemen, thank you for escorting me safely here. I don't need your help next. "
Look, although he was escorted, the count kept his usual manners and manners and tried to shake hands with the two soldiers to express his gratitude. He is indeed a Moscow gentleman.
Now that we're talking about Earl Le's beard, let's spoil it a little more and talk about the future fate of Earl's beard.
Every Tuesday at 12 noon, the count regularly goes to the hotel barber shop for a haircut. But one day, the count had a haircut at the appointed time, and there happened to be guests waiting in line. If the count doesn't come, it's just him. Therefore, this ignorant guest flew into a rage. He suddenly grabbed the barber's scissors. Then he turned quickly and grabbed the count by the collar. Then, he cut off the "wings" on the right side of the earl's beard with scissors and walked out of the shop.
Faced with the sudden misfortune suffered by the right beard and the shock of the barber, the count wanted to vent his anger with the barber and denounce the punishment that the guy deserved. But on second thought, how much did he know about the man who attacked him just now? The count sat back in his chair. "Shave it all off," he said to the barber. "Shave it all, my friend."
During the period of house arrest, it is not easy to make regular appointments for haircuts and keep gfd clean and decent. What is more rare is that he can control his emotions and maintain an objective attitude when he is angry. The count's self-restraint and self-discipline are even more admirable. As written in the book, the count is of course proud of his well-tailored suit, but he is even more proud that he knows that a person's image is determined more by his manners, words and manners than by the cutting style of his clothes.
Indeed, a straight suit, shiny shoes and decent clothes are just appearances. More importantly, a gentleman is polite and modest, speaks elegantly, and has a heart of being kind and equal to others.
After the earl's beard was shaved off, another thing happened, that is, when the earl was dining in a hotel, he was asked by a strange little girl about the whereabouts of the beard.
Before the little girl introduced herself, she asked, why have they disappeared?
Earl: Sorry, what's missing?
The little girl tilted her head and looked at his face again. Why is your beard missing?
Count: They are like swallows. In summer, they fly away.
As he spoke, the count reached out to the table and imitated the flying movements of swallows.
"I'm sorry", the count can be so polite to the child's naive and abrupt questions, and even compare shaving to swallows flying elsewhere. Every time I read this conversation again, I feel very warm.
In addition to the above, this book gives me another feeling, which is humor. I often can't help laughing when reading a book.
For example, there is a mirror in the barber shop. Mirrors are more like tools for self-deception than for self-discovery. Many times, the count saw a beautiful lady standing in front of the mirror, always leaning 30 degrees, as if the whole world would only look at her from that angle in the future.
Seeing this paragraph, I can't help but think of the beauty camera and the various scheming of the girls in front of the camera. Why do you bow your head and lean back to show your face is small? When taking a photo, you must extend a leg obliquely to show the length of the leg, which is ten levels beautiful. . .
There are several paragraphs, which are very cute and interesting.
For example. At that time, the count read in his room all morning, and then wrote that it was twelve noon. But, do you know how the author wrote this time? It's so cute.
At this time, the minute hand that trudged all day finally met its short-legged brother-the hour hand at the top of the dial. The moment they hugged each other, the spring on the bell cover suddenly loosened, the gear began to turn, and a small hammer fell, ringing the first note of that sweet tune. It's noon.
When we go in and out freely, we often feel that we don't have much fun, and sometimes we even feel bored. But you can see that he has such a detailed and interesting description of a clock. Such a state of mind and such a vision are admirable and make people want to calm down and observe life well.
Another example is the description of a one-eyed Russian blue cat in the lobby of the Metropolitan Hotel.
This was written by Blue Cat when she first came to the Earl's humble room. Obviously, it came to the top floor to inspect the count's new house. It looked around the room and then shook its head in disappointment. "Yes," said the count, looking around, "I see what you mean." Then the count began to tidy up his little room. With that, the count looked at the cat with satisfaction. "You old thief, how do you feel now?"
Later, the count called the one-eyed cat Mr. De Rosselmeyer, which came from The Nutcracker. In that play, Mr. de Rosselmeyer is an eye. When the count receives a gift at the festival, he will say "Happy Festival, Mr. Rosselmeyer" to Blue Cat.
If being kind to others and treating others equally is the attitude of the count towards others, then in the days when the land is painted as a prison, keeping a good habit of reading, keeping a childlike innocence and keeping a curiosity is the secret weapon for the count to explore his heart.
I haven't finished reading this book, but I'm looking forward to seeing how he fought back, how he broke out of the prison of life imprisonment in the 30 years of his life and created a free world for himself like Andy.