Shadow of great britain

"You are so interested in Moscow University, why don't we go for a walk? Don't you feel bored staying at home?"

"Is there anyone on the university campus at this time of the year? Can we get in?"

"You don't have to worry about that. I'm very familiar with the old porter at the school. The students give him wine money, and he always takes it respectfully, so he's often drunk more often than sober. Let's Just give him fifty kopecks and buy him a bottle of vodka, and everything will be fine."

Arthur smiled at Herzen's suggestion. Although he found it a bit abrupt, he was indeed curious about the atmosphere of Moscow University, especially after Herzen described the conflict between students and professors so eloquently. .

Arthur watched Herzen put on his coat with the help of a servant, and asked: "You haven't told me yet, how did you escape the punishment of the school?"

"The old way."

Herzen's tone was like that of an old man: "The provost later summoned me and other students from the Department of Mathematics and Physics who participated in the Malouf incident. I taught them to deny everything as much as possible, to deny everything, and at most to admit one thing: that is When the incident broke out, we were also In the classroom of the Department of Politics. Don’t say a word other than that. But some students are timid and afraid of getting into trouble, such as the fat guy from a Germanic baron family who I brought to the Department of Politics. Man, I can only give him more encouragement.”

Blackwell asked curiously: "How did you encourage him?"

Herzen smoothed his coat: "I told that little fat guy that if he lies in front of the president and the provost to cause trouble, he will be imprisoned for a few days at most. But if I find out, he will talk nonsense in front of the provost and be implicated. If he kills other people, I will tell the whole class so that he will not be able to live in peace in school."

When Blackwell heard this, he couldn't help curling his lips and said: "Now I finally know why you can make friends with Sir Arthur Hastings. The methods of doing things are exactly the same."

Arthur denied it: "When I was studying at the University of London, I never did this kind of thing. This was Elder's job."

"Elder?" Herzen asked: "Elder Carter? The author of "St. George's Flag Rises"?"

"That's right." Arthur nodded: "He is a great young man similar to you. If something happened in the school at that time, he would usually be responsible for 'persuading' him. Elder was not only in the school 'Persuasion', even on the streets of London, he is an eloquent and good at mediating. "

Herzen had only met two other friends of Arthur's in Leipzig, one was Heinrich Heine and the other was Alexandre Dumas, so it was inevitable to imagine Elder as someone like them.

Although Heine and Alexandre Dumas may not be decent figures, at least these two guys still presented themselves as literary giants in front of their young fans from Russia, and their reputations did not suffer much.

Herzen put on his boots and said, "Did you know? You have served as the proctor and national special representative of the University of Göttingen, which will bring you a lot of convenience at Moscow University."

Arthur held a cigar in his mouth and asked: "How do you say it? Why should Moscow University respect the superintendent of Göttingen?"

Herzen explained: "The professors at Moscow State University are mainly divided into two groups, and they are at odds with each other. One group is composed entirely of Germans, and the other group is non-German. Generally speaking, I prefer German professors because Most of them are kind and knowledgeable, such as Loder, Fischer, Hildebrandt, and Heim, who was a former principal. But their common feature is that they do not understand or are unwilling to understand Russian, and they are not interested in students. They don't care much about their studies. They are full of Western employment ideas. For them, professor is a decent job and has no other meaning. They smoke cigars uncontrollably and hold their chests high. There are crosses on them and they are never taken off no matter what the occasion. In addition, since most of these German professors teach in the field of natural philosophy, you know that they are all graduates of the University of Göttingen.”

When Arthur heard Herzen's comment, he first glanced at the cigar in his hand, then looked down at the ribbon ring of the Order of Saint Anna on his chest, and joked as if he was self-deprecating: "Although I only serve as a cigar in Göttingen." I have been a school superintendent for more than half a year, but I seem to have become a proud Göttingenian."

Herzen laughed and said: "I don't mean to ridicule you, but I am describing a group of people, so I have to find some characteristics, right? I can guarantee that you will definitely be welcomed by Moscow University this time. A warm welcome from Professor Deutsch.”

When Arthur thought about meeting these outstanding alumni of the University of Göttingen, the former provost couldn't help but feel a headache: "I remember you also mentioned another faction, where are the non-German professors?"

Herzen replied: "Non-German professors, they are exactly the opposite of German professors. They do not know any other language except Russian. Of course, except for Latin, a language that no one uses anymore. In this group of people Their national quintessence always comes first, and except for a few people, they have no place in the school, but they do drink alcohol without restraint.”

Blackwell commented: “Listening to what you say, it’s as if all the chimneys at Moscow State University are barrels.”

"Then it seems you have misunderstood." Herzen replied: "At least students are not allowed to smoke and drink alcohol. If the superintendent catches us smoking, we will inevitably be detained."

"You won't smoke if I'm not allowed to?"

Herzen recalled the ridiculous things in the past, with a smile in the corner of his eyes: "How is it possible? If you are not allowed to smoke, you will smoke secretly. When there is no class, everyone will find a place where no one is around, send someone to watch, and then Take out a good cigar and enjoy it If you are unlucky enough to be discovered, most German professors will pass by without looking at you. But if you are discovered by a Russian professor, it will be a disaster. He will inevitably send you away. Go to the school court."

Herzen led Arthur and Blackwell on the road with his personal valet. The four of them did not take a car, but chatted all the way along Tver Avenue in the direction of Moscow State University.

Before reaching Moscow University, Herzen pointed to a building on the campus in the distance and said: "Did you see that building? After the Malov incident, the little fat man and I were imprisoned in that building. In the basement. A total of six people in our mathematics department were punished for the Malouf incident. The basement was cold and dirty, and the daily meals were only a little water and bread allowed by the principal and the superintendent. But, you know, We are all people with integrity, we don’t eat those things.”

Arthur raised his eyebrows and said, "You went on a hunger strike?"

Herzen was quite proud: "Of course, for a week, we didn't eat any food provided by the school."

Blackwell exclaimed: "Then how did you survive?"

Herzen couldn't help but laugh when he thought about the old things: "Because every day after dark, some classmates would secretly come and bring us things. Cheese, game, cigars, wine and liqueur, the food we eat is simply better than what we eat outside. Times were better. We were in confinement, but we actually gained a lot of weight during that time."

Blackwell asked doubtfully: "Isn't there anyone guarding the door of your solitary room?"

"Of course there are sentries. Every time a classmate comes to deliver food, he always complains a bit, but he is always happy to get a little money. Every time in the middle of the night, he still howls. He said, "I'm so sleepy, I'm going to take a nap." Then I deliberately walked a little further and let a few classmates come in to see us. The six of us spent a week like this - having a big meal at night. Drink a lot, eat and drink enough, and sleep during the day to gain weight.”

When Herzen mentioned this, he added something out of pride: "Actually, according to the school's order, I and one other person can be released on Saturday. But I personally feel that this is an insult to me. So I insisted on being locked up with the others until Monday. This incident caused me to be scolded badly by my family, but I don't regret it, because after the Malouf incident, I received far more love from the class than the harsh criticism from my family. I was originally recognized as a good student, and from then on. From the beginning, I was regarded as a perfect saint.”

As Herzen spoke, he walked to the guard room of Moscow State University, took out a few coins from his pocket and stuffed them through the bars.

Arthur saw him chatting with the red-nosed white-haired concierge through the window glass, and occasionally heard a few Russian words like 'just for convenience'.

The old concierge muttered a few words, and then saw Herzen smile and wave to them: "Come on."

The four men passed through the main gate of Moscow State University without any hindrance.

Herzen's steps were relaxed, and he seemed to be extremely familiar with every brick, stone and iron fence here.

He led Arthur and Blackwell through the spacious campus. It was quiet all around and there were almost no students visible.

"During the Maslenitsa, this place is really deserted." Arthur whispered: "It seems that the professors really value this period of rest."

Blackwell echoed in a low voice: "Actually, the same goes for the secretary."

Herzen smiled and said: "If the professors and students hadn't been on vacation, how could the concierge dare to let us in so easily?"

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At this time, they walked to a slightly old building. Herzen gently opened a window and motioned for the two to enter.

The air in the room was a bit stale, and a few dim lights filtered in through the heavy curtains.

A few people were about to climb through the windows when they suddenly saw two old professors coming up from the indoor corridor with books under their arms.

When Herzen saw those two faces, he couldn't help but cursed: "Damn it! It's those two freaks, Chumakov and Miyakhkov!"

Arthur and Blackwell hid under the corner and asked, "What's wrong? Are they two very strict professors?"

Herzen shrank his head and rolled his eyes: "From a certain point of view, it is indeed strict. Chumakov likes to copy the formulas in Puansuo's "Principles of Statics" mechanically, and do whatever he wants in the usual landlord style. Adding and subtracting letters, treating squares as roots, and treating X as a known number. Miakhkov taught the world. He took the most hard-core course - military tactics. Since he often interacted with heroes, he also used the military uniform on himself. Look at him - his buttons were buttoned up to his throat, and there was no trace on his tie. Wrinkles. If you have ever attended his class, you will know that when he lectures, it is like shouting instructions."

Herzen imitated his tone: "'Everyone! Attention, artillery!' If you were sleeping at this time, you would be so frightened by him that you would turn over and think that Napoleon had reached Moscow again. Of course, I didn't mean that. He is commanding the artillery unit, but there is such a title in the handout. What a pity! The emperor has not inspected Moscow University, otherwise, if he saw Miyakhkov, he would definitely promote him to the school district director."

Herzen's little jokes made everyone laugh.

Two professors passing by in the corridor heard the noise and couldn't help frowning and looking out the window.

At this time, Arthur's top hat, which was used to show the demeanor of an English gentleman, was a bad thing.

Chumakov and Miyakhkov saw a black hat swaying by the window. The two professors looked at each other, walked into the classroom lightly, pushed open the window with a roar, and grabbed a few people's clothes. The collar lifted them up.

"Which department are you from, and why are you staying at school during the holidays?"

The veteran Herzen did not panic. He turned his head and greeted the two professors respectfully: "Hello, professor..."

"Herzen? Didn't you graduate?"

Herzen was notorious among the professors at Moscow State University. Although his reputation was not as bad as Bismarck's at the University of Göttingen, at least everyone remembered what he looked like.

Herzen explained: "I did graduate and now work at the National Government Office. I just had nothing to do today, so I wanted to take a friend to visit my alma mater. This friend of mine is from out of town and has always wanted to see our country in Russia." What does the number one university look like?”

Chumakov and Miyahkov looked disgusted. They mistook the friend Herzen mentioned as a countryman from a small place.

"What's there to see? Moscow State University is not a place where everyone can come. You should leave as soon as possible. If you don't leave, I will call the guards."

When Herzen heard that the other party was about to call the guards, he quickly stopped him and said: "You can't do this, Sir Arthur..."

"Sir?" Chumakov frowned and looked at Blackwell and Arthur beside him: "Are you two knights?"