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我躺在打谷场上的麦草垛里看书,看了许久,忽然产生一种愤懑情绪。我又是一大早捧起一本书看!天天如此,从小如此!我在一个并非现实的世界里,在许多从来不曾存在过的虚构的人物当中过了半辈子,把他们的遭遇,他们的快乐和悲哀,当成我自己的一样为之激动,永远地把我自己跟亚伯拉罕和以撒、佩拉斯吉人和伊特鲁斯坎人、苏格拉底和凯撒大帝、莎士比亚和但丁、格雷特亨和恰茨基、索巴凯维奇和奥菲莉娅、别却林和娜塔莎·罗斯托娃绑在一起!现在怎样认清我在人世间的真实的和虚构的旅伴们？怎样把他们分开,又怎样判定他们各自对我产生了何等程度的影响呢？
I was reading in a straw-grass field on the threshing floor, and for a long time I suddenly felt a resentment. I once again picked up a book early in the morning to see it! Every day, from a young age! I lived in a world that was not real, had lived a lifelong life in many fictional characters that never existed before, and took their experiences. Joy and sorrow, as excited as myself, forever bringing me to Abraham and Isaac, Pelosci and Etruscan, Socrates and Caesar, Shakespeare, and Dante, Gray Teheng and Chatchski, Sobajevic and Ophelia, Biephanin and Natasha Rostova are tied together! How can I see the real and fictitious travel companions in my world today? How do we separate them and how can we determine the extent to which they have affected me?