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He was born with a hairy face, with more vegetation than open space, and his thick moustache made it difficult to see his inner world clearly. Beards covered his cheeks, covered his lips, covered his dark face wrinkled like bark, and fluttered in the wind one by one, quite like an elder. A finger-wide eyebrow stands upright like a tangled root. A lock of gray curly hair piled up on his forehead like foam. No matter which angle you look at, you can see the thick hair like a tropical forest. Like Michelangelo's painting of Moses, Tolstoy's unforgettable image comes from his fatherly beard that day.
People are trying to use their imagination to remove the hair that covers his face and trim his crazy beard. Taking the portrait of his shaved beard as a reference, they hope to use magic to create a smooth face. -This is a signpost to the inner world. In this way, we can't help but start to shrink back. Because, undeniably, this man of noble family, with rough appearance, was born with the face of a foreign villager. The soul of genius lives in a low shack, and the workshop of genius soul is not much better than the leather tent built by Kyrgyz. This hut is shoddy, made by a village carpenter, not an ancient Greek craftsman. The beam above the small window-the forehead above the small eyes-looks like a tree that has been chopped at will with a knife. The skin hides evil and practices evil, lacks luster, and is as rough as the outer wall of a hut made of branches. In the middle of the square face, we saw a large lion's nose, with two holes facing the sky, as if it had been smashed by a fist. You can't hide those ugly ears behind your unkempt hair. There are two thick lips in the middle of the sunken cheek. The overall impression is unbalanced, rough, mediocre and even vulgar.
The gloomy faces of the pair of workers were shrouded in the shadow of depression. Trapped by boredom and depression: I can't find any aura of striving for progress on his face, no spiritual brilliance, and no extraordinary musical instrument like a marble dome rising slowly from Dostoevsky's brow. His face has no luster. Whoever does not admit this is not telling the truth. There is no doubt that this face is plain and full of obstacles that cannot be remedied. It is not a temple to spread wisdom, but a prison to imprison ideas. This face is dark, gloomy, ugly and disgusting. From his youth, Tolstoy was deeply aware that his public image was unpleasant. He said he hated any illusions about his appearance. "Can a person with a wide nose, thick lips and small gray eyes like me still find happiness?" Because of this, he soon let his beard grow all over his face, and hid his lips in the beard like a sable mask until he got old, thus showing some kindness and respect. It was not until the last decade of his life that the thick cloud on his face was removed; It was not until the late autumn of life that the beautiful light thawed this sad place.
A genius soul who wanders forever finds a humble home in a simple Russia. From this person, there is nothing spiritual, lacking the temperament of a poet, visionary and creator. From teenagers to young adults, even to old age, Tolstoy has always been plain and can't be found in the crowd.
There is nothing wrong with him wearing this coat, that coat, this hat or that hat. With such a face that can be seen everywhere in Russia, a person may preside over a ministerial meeting on the stage or fool around with a group of drunkards in a hotel; It is possible to sell bread in the market, or to wear the vestments of the archbishop and raise the cross on the heads of kneeling Christians. With such a face, no matter what occupation you are engaged in, no matter what clothes you wear, no matter where you are in Russia, there is no possibility of standing out and attracting attention. When Tolstoy was a student, he might belong to a mixture of his peers; When I was an officer.
Can't tell him from his comrades; After returning to rural life, his appearance is in harmony with the squire role that usually appears on the stage. If you see a picture of him driving out in a carriage with a white beard attendant sitting side by side, it may take you a long time to judge that the coachman is holding the reins and the count is sitting by. Look at another photo. He is talking with some farmers. People who don't know the truth can't guess that Lev sitting among the old peasants is a man of status and wealth. His family and identity are very different from those of Gregor, Ivan, Ilya, Peter and others present. His face is completely featureless and belongs to ordinary Russians. Therefore, we have to call him an ordinary person. At this time, there will be a feeling that genius has no special appearance, but is just a general manifestation of ordinary people. Therefore, Tolstoy does not have his own unique face. He has an ordinary Russian face, because he has the same fate as all Russians.
So people who met him for the first time were disappointed at first. Some of them traveled long distances by train, and some drove from Tula, waiting for the host's interview in the living room. They have long formed a subjective concept of him, hoping to find something majestic and extraordinary from him, and hope to see a beard that looks like a heavenly father, integrating dignity, grandeur, greatness and genius. Before seeing real people with their own eyes, they looked down at the image of their imaginary literary masters, and their inner expectations swelled to the point of fear. The door finally opened, but a stocky man came in. Because of his brisk pace, even his beard kept shaking. As soon as he entered the door, he almost trotted all the way, then suddenly stopped and looked at a stunned visitor in a friendly way. He said welcome words quickly and casually in a relaxed and pleasant tone, and at the same time extended his hand to the guests. The visitor was deeply puzzled and surprised when he shook hands with him. What? What a dwarf! Is such a small guy really Leo Nick Rajvik Tolstoy? The guest raised his eyelids awkwardly and looked at the host's face.
Suddenly, the guest held his breath in surprise and saw a pair of gray eyes shoot a panther-like look under the eyebrows of the little man in front of him. Although everyone who has met Tolstoy has talked about this sharp look, no matter how good the picture is, it can't be reflected. This look is like a shining steel knife, steady and accurate, hitting the key. You can't move or run away. It seems to be hypnotized, so you have to endure this kind of eye exploration, and no cover-up can resist it. It penetrates camouflage armor like a bullet and cuts glass like a diamond knife. Under this penetrating test, no one can hide it. In this regard, Turgenev and Gorky and other hundreds of people have made an unquestionable description.
This penetrating viewer only lasted for a second, and then the sword was drawn and replaced by a soft look and a kind smile. Although the corners of the mouth are closed, those eyes can be full of smiles, just like magical starlight. Under the influence of beautiful and moving music, they can cry like village women. When they feel spiritually satisfied, they can shine, and then they are covered by depression in the blink of an eye. Dark clouds are gathering, and suddenly they become desolate, insensitive and mysterious. They can become cold and sharp, they can uncover hidden secrets such as scalpels and X-rays, and soon they will be curious. This is the most emotional eye on the human face. Can express all kinds of feelings. Gorky described them appropriately and expressed our hearts: "Tolstoy has a hundred eyes in his eyes."
With such eyes, Tolstoy's face is full of talent. All the talents of this man are concentrated in his eyes, just like the handsome Dostoevsky's rich thoughts are concentrated between his eyebrows. Other parts of Tolstoy's face, such as beard, eyebrows and hair, are just shells used to wrap and protect this pair of sparkling jewels. They have magic and magnetism, and can suck in worldly substances and then emit electric waves with accurate frequency to our times. Even the smallest thing can be seen clearly with the help of these eyes, just like a falcon descending from the sky and pouncing on a timid mouse. These eyes will not let go of trivial details, but also fully reveal the vast universe. They can shine on the highest place in the spiritual world, or they can successfully shoot searchlights into the darkest depths of the soul.
This sparkling crystal is hot and pure enough to gaze at God selflessly. Have enough courage to see the nothingness that destroys everything. This nothingness is like a gorgon, and everyone who sees her will turn to stone. In the eyes, nothing is impossible, except to let them fall into idle daydreams and be quietly complacent in elegant and happy dreams. As soon as the eyelids are opened, these eyes are bound to pursue their prey unequivocally, soberly and mercilessly.
They can't tolerate fantasy. They should tear off every false disguise and shallow belief. Nothing can escape from these eyes, and the naked truth must be revealed. When this pair of cold light daggers turned to aim at their master, it was terrible, because the blade was ruthless and hit the key, just hitting his heart.
With such a keen eye, people who can see the truth can control the whole world and its intellectual wealth at will. As a person who is always good at observing and seeing through the essence of things, he must lack one thing, and that is his own happiness.
Appreciation of articles:
Lev tolstoy is an independent chapter in the biographical work Three Writers (Casanova, Stendhal and Tolstoy) by the famous Austrian writer Zweig. With his penetrating and interesting brushstrokes, the author painted a portrait of Tolstoy, a great writer, revealing Tolstoy's profound and unique spiritual world. The first half of the article focuses on Tolstoy's appearance characteristics,
Highlight the characteristics of two aspects:
First, Tolstoy looks mediocre or even ugly.
Second, like ordinary people, he can't tell the difference between people.
Writing that he looks mediocre is not only a true portrayal of his appearance, but also to show that he is an ordinary member of the Russian people and shares the same fate with all Russian people. Throughout the whole article, we can still feel the greatness of this great writer: his mediocre and even ugly appearance is only written to set off the nobility of his soul and the exquisiteness of his eyes-the author hit the nail on the head, "Tolstoy's other facial parts-beard, eyebrows and hair-are just shells used to package and protect this pair of sparkling jewels."
The full text not only gives a unique and detailed description of Tolstoy's "form" and "spirit", but also permeates the author's reverence and praise for Tolstoy between the lines. In this way, the description in the first half did not damage Tolstoy's image in the reader's mind, but received complementary artistic effects, which set off each other and left a strong impression on Tolstoy's appearance, including his eyes. On this piece of paper, a portrait with words is painted, and the strokes are between square inches, but it is eloquent and a thousand words. In a short space, the author did not cover everything, but highlighted the key points and laid out the layout. Sometimes, dozens of sentences and hundreds of words in a certain part are carefully carved, leaving a deep and strong impression on readers. A large number of metaphors and exaggerations will bring us into the space of infinite imagination, let us enjoy their interest and try to figure out their meaning. Metaphor is not the pursuit of similarity, but the pursuit of magic; Exaggeration highlights the morphological characteristics of Tuoweng. The characters are more vivid, with outstanding features, profound metaphors and endless charm.