文艺评论家克罗托夫乘车从列宁格勒到普希金城参加纪念普希金的讨论会。他看着窗外飞速而过的凄凉景色,深思文学与文艺学的联系,不知不觉车已近皇村学校。克罗托夫从车里一出来就陶醉于这儿的新鲜空气了。“啊,谢天谢地,我们来得及!”银白络腮胡子的看门人说。“学生都到齐了。”克罗托夫脱下毛皮大衣扔给看门人,高筒皮靴嘎吱响,紧跟在了一位近卫军骑兵后面。 Literary critic Crotof drove from Leningrad to Pushkin to attend a Pushkin seminar. He looked out the window of the desolate scenery passing by, thinking of the connection between literature and literature, unknowingly car near the village school. Krotov came intoxicated with the fresh air coming out of the car. “Ah, thank God, we have time!” Said the silver beard janitor. “The students were all there.” Krotoff took off the fur coat and threw it at the gatekeeper, crotchets crunching, followed by a Guards cavalry.