It was already past five o'clock when we came out of the last station. Most of the time was spent admiring the scenery along the way.

"I think your favorite thing is the station with more than thirty stained glass paintings. It's beautiful, isn't it?" Tolstoy said to his friend while riding the ascending elevator to the ground.

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"You know what I like." The traveler raised his eyebrows, and then laughed, "The flowers blooming on the rocks, the fairy tales buried deep in the ground - everything as pure and gorgeous as a dream, are all

Something I really like.”

"Yeah. You'll know it just by looking at it."

Mr. Tolstoy shook his cloak and shook off the dust on it. His gray-blue eyes were full of smiles.

Something as pure and gorgeous as a dream...

In the hearts of many people, the travelers who streak through their lives like meteors and light up their nights are actually pure and gorgeous, a miracle that can only appear in fairy tales, right?

"By the way, do you need me to take you to the small theater?" Looking at the rising elevator, Tolstoy shook his head, and did not continue to think about this problem, but asked suddenly.

"Hmm? It's not necessary." Kitahara and Feng, who were comparing the different subway stations in the two worlds, came back to their senses. After realizing the other party's hidden meaning, they smiled and shook their heads, "It's just a party invited by friends, there is no problem.

Don’t worry.”

At this point, there seemed to be nothing left to say between the two people. They just continued to think about their own concerns until the slowly rising elevator stopped completely.

Tolstoy looked at the slowly opening elevator door, seemed silent for a while, and then said: "Goodbye then?"

"Well, bye."

Kitahara and Kaede paused for a moment, as if they had thought of something interesting. Their orange-gold eyes slightly curved, and their tone was brisk: "By the way, I haven't finished writing the book "Resurrection" yet. I will finish the first part."

Remember to send the manuscript to you. And after you go to St. Petersburg, remember to tell me what business cards you want for the scenic spots!"

"I know." Tolstoy narrowed his eyes slightly, and then replied with a smile.

Although they clearly have the temperament of a soldier, the Russians at this moment look particularly gentle and soft, making people unable to help but think of the wild flowers blooming in the spring breeze on the ruins after the war.

"Bon Voyage."

After coming out of the subway station, the night outside has gradually deepened, and you can even see a few stars in the sky twinkling brightly, the colors gradually disappearing in the bright lights of the city below.

"Okay, now I am invited by Miss Elizabeth to watch the rehearsal together at the small theater." Kitahara and Feng took a deep breath, feeling like they were now masters of time management who traveled among different friends.

Well, although the actual situation is not that exaggerated...

The traveler looked up at the Red Square in front of him, then rearranged his clothes, and walked towards the light yellow European classical building in front of him with a rather subtle mood.

The Russian National Model Theater, also known as the Theater for short, can be said to be one of the best theaters in Moscow in terms of drama and opera performances, but its glory is mostly obscured by the nearby Grand Theater, and it is quite unknown in the country.

feeling.

Especially in terms of geographical location, there is a sharp contrast between the small theater and the big theater next door... If someone who doesn't know the inside story comes here, they might think it is part of the big theater.

On the planet that is the hometown of travelers, the small theater can be said to be inseparable from those Russian literary giants:

From Gogol's "The Imperial Envoy" to Turgolev's "The Eater", from Pushkin to the two Tolstoys...the works of these writers have all been staged in this seemingly inconspicuous place.

performance.

I don’t know if it was a coincidence or not, but just when the traveler was thinking about the tragic fate of the small theater in his previous life, a familiar voice sounded in front of him:

"Mr. Kitahara!"

Beihara and Feng raised their heads and were stunned for two seconds before they realized who the other party was: "Mr. Pushkin?"

Although Elizabeth had said at the beginning that the rehearsal work came from Pushkin's "A Banquet in the Time of the Plague", and he was also ready to meet his old friend here, but the other person is like this now...

The traveler was silent for a moment, looking at the poet who came over excitedly, and fell into rare self-doubt.

——If he guessed correctly, this should be a performance costume, right? It must be a performance costume! Why do theater costumes appear on you?

"Well, actually I also want to participate in this poetry drama." The young poet seemed to see the other party's doubts, so he coughed twice unnaturally and his face gradually turned red, "They said that I

You can play opposite Natasha..."

Beihara and Feng looked at each other's suddenly red face, were silent for a while, and then nodded stiffly: "Oh, so that's it."

Although I didn't eat dinner, I always felt like I was full. Maybe I ate too much dog food today...

Having said that, is Natalia's career really related to being an actor? Although being a drama actor does not have the same exposure and popularity as a general acting career, it does require a lot of professional qualities, or even higher.

But to be honest, the professions of poet and drama actor are indeed a good match. The unfortunate marriage caused by the inconsistent interests of the two people in the three-dimensional world may not happen in this world.

"Ah, let's not talk about this. I am still a little confident in my acting skills!" Pushkin noticed the subtle glances of Kitahara and Feng, and put aside the topic pretending to be indifferent, "Let's go inside, Miss Elizabeth is very special

A place has been prepared for you."

"Do you know Elizabeth?" Beihara and Feng touched their chins, feeling a little curious.

In fact, he really wanted to know how the other party got involved with the eldest lady of the British Empire. Could it really be because of Natalia's connection?

However, it is not impossible to understand. After all, if you are a famous drama actor, your social status is definitely not that low. It is normal to know several people in the upper class and have close friendships with them.

"Ah, it was that night." Pushkin led the way and said in a tone that was so sweet that it gave the traveler next to him a toothache. "I went to Natasha with the poem I had not finished yet. She was attending the event at the time.

At a dance, I went to read this poem to her..."

Okay, another story where you can tell the ending just by listening to the beginning. Nowadays, this kind of corny cookie is no longer popular, you know?

Damn it, I’m definitely not bitter! Long live being single! Get rid of all those dogs who show affection!

Kitahara and Kaede took a deep breath. After all, they still didn't beat up the bastard next to them who was full of pink bubbles and dedicated to causing tons of damage to singles - mainly because they couldn't beat him.

other side.

"...Then I didn't expect that my poems would be appreciated by Miss Elizabeth." Speaking of this, Pushkin also looked elated and looked very proud of his poems. "She said she wanted to invite

Professional actors from the small theater adapted this into a drama, and if possible, this drama can even apply to participate in the National Day ceremony."

"National Day ceremony?" The traveler, who had been trying to control himself not to do anything before, turned his head in surprise and asked.

No matter which country it is in, the status of National Day can be said to be extraordinary. Being able to perform on such an occasion can be said to be the greatest recognition of the work by the country.

Although Kitahara Kaede believed in his friend's poetry level and the status he could achieve, he really didn't expect that this moment would come so quickly.

"It's just a chance." Pushkin also looked very happy, "But this is also good. I never thought that one day I would be able to participate in a work competition of this level!"

"After all, your poems are indeed very good." The traveler looked at the brightly lit Red Square, raised the corners of his lips, and sent sincere praise and blessings to his friend, "I am looking forward to one day when I can be outside and read from

I heard in the news that your work was selected to participate in the show."

"Then I will definitely apply for an audience ticket for you!" Pushkin raised his eyebrows, without saying anything modest. The look between his eyebrows was full of the wanton publicity of a young man, "You must come when the time comes. Its birth is still

There is a part of you!"

My share?

Beihara and Feng tilted their heads, and when they thought of the poem they started with, they couldn't help but smile: "Not really, I just read out the sentences in your mind. But..."

The traveler tilted his head, met the other party's serious eyes, paused for a moment, and couldn't help but smile: "If you want to invite me, I won't refuse."

"So, it's a deal?"

"It's a deal."

The young poet seemed a little happier when he got the reply he wanted, and then added seriously: "There is also a signed poetry book I prepared for you! I will definitely give it to you personally when the time comes!"

"Well, I'm waiting for this day to come -"

Why does this silly kid work so hard to let others take advantage of him?

Kitahara and Feng complained quietly in their hearts, and then followed each other into the door of the small theater.

Perhaps it was because a day had been set aside for this rehearsal. There were not many people inside the theater, which was not big or small. Only a few actors were busy, as if they were preparing for the rehearsal.

"Natasha!" Pushkin saw his girlfriend among them at a glance. She was so eager that if there wasn't someone else around, the travelers would have doubted whether the other party would "fly" directly to the stage.

Hearing the poet's somewhat overly enthusiastic call, a burst of good-natured laughter erupted from the center of the stage, causing one of the women to shake her head helplessly and walk off the stage.

As the other party walked in, the traveler who always thought that he had been baptized by modern society and was accustomed to all kinds of beauties couldn't help but raise his eyebrows, showing a look of surprise.

Indeed, the other party's appearance is very beautiful, to the point where the word "beautiful" seems a bit weak in front of her. But what is really amazing about her is her aura.

When she appeared in front of everyone wearing a long white dress, what people thought of was by no means the white snow on the Siberian plains, but the cunning and agile white fox on the snow, the bright and clear pearls, the delicate and precious ivory and

White marble beads.

——So bright and hard, yet so light, elegant and soft, like an arrogant and beautiful mermaid living in the deep sea.

Kitahara and Kaede looked at it with admiration for a while, and finally came to a conclusion seriously in their minds: She is worthy of being the most beautiful woman in Moscow in the third dimension, and it seems that this has been maintained in this world...

Well, it’s a beauty that even Tuo in the comics could never achieve.

"Don't make trouble." Natalia glanced at her boyfriend first. It was obvious that she was also troubled by her over-enthusiastic partner: "The rehearsal will start soon. Come over as soon as you finish cleaning up."

"As for Mr. Kitahara." The woman looked at the traveler and bowed slightly, her beautiful smoky purple eyes filled with sincere gratitude, "Thank you for taking care of him."

"No, no, no, it doesn't count as taking care of you." Kitahara and Feng were a little frightened by each other's behavior. They took a few steps back silently and silently changed the subject, "By the way, Miss Natalia, I am actually yours."

Fans are here...can you sign your autograph for me?"

Although he was not a fan before, after meeting him in person, he felt that he would become a fan at the speed of light.

"Okay." Perhaps because she was used to this kind of scene, Natalia accepted this kind of behavior of asking for autographs well. She took the notebook handed over by Kitahara and Kaede and wrote a line of words on it - well, completely

I can't understand what is being written.

Kitahara and Feng put away their notebooks, and then saw someone beside them who looked very entangled and uncomfortable, as if they saw their friend hooking up with their partner.

Traveler:...Okay.

Kitahara and Kaede sighed silently, and then handed the notebook to Pushkin to show that they only admired Miss Natalia between fans and actors - it was really not special treatment, nor any

What a special relationship!

Pushkin glanced at the traveler, then at the book handed to him. Facing Natalia's speechless look, he signed his name with some guilt, and then returned the book.

"By the way, Kitahara, your place is on the left side of the second floor." Pushkin coughed twice in embarrassment, as if he also knew that he was a little jealous, "Miss Elizabeth should be waiting for you up there."

"Okay." The traveler silently put the notebook back into his pocket, and at the same time silently made up his mind:

If he gets together with such a greasy little couple in the future, he will be a dog!
Chapter completed!