Where Are You Going
About This Novel
This book is a full-length historical novel written by Polish writer Sienkiewicz in 1896. It reflects the struggle between paganism and Christianity in Rome during the reign of the Roman tyrant Nero in the 1st century AD, revealing the theme of Christian martyrdom. In order to appreciate the fire, Nero ordered the city of Rome to be burned. Afterwards, the Christians were blamed, and they were rounded up and taken to the Colosseum to be devoured by wild beasts. The tyrant ordered the Christian Princess Lygia to be tied naked to the horns of a bull, and then ordered the warrior Welsh to fight the bull. The young general Vinicius flew into the Colosseum and called on the citizens to uphold justice and save the life of the princess. Amid the clamor of the citizens, Nero had to agree. Afterwards, he still secretly searched for Christian Peter. Peter encountered Christ on his way out of Rome. He knelt on the ground and asked, "Lord, where are you going?" Christ replied, "Because you have left my people, I am going to Rome to erect the cross again."
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Official(3)Scraped 13d ago
It's wonderful. What moved me the most in the story was the hero's uncle. His tragic fate was tragic and heroic under the exaggeration of his upright character.
So long. . . .
Farewell to Dong Chuan Wrapping his life in a coarse cloth, he has the spirit of poetry and calligraphy in his belly. I am tired of accompanying the old Confucian to cook gourd leaves, and force me to step on the locust flowers with my son. I don't have enough money to look for a virgin horse, and my eyes are wandering looking at the car for choosing a son-in-law. The pride is worthy of praise of the secular world, and the edicts of yellow and new wetness are like crows.
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Official(3)Scraped 13d ago
It's wonderful. What moved me the most in the story was the hero's uncle. His tragic fate was tragic and heroic under the exaggeration of his upright character.
So long. . . .
Farewell to Dong Chuan Wrapping his life in a coarse cloth, he has the spirit of poetry and calligraphy in his belly. I am tired of accompanying the old Confucian to cook gourd leaves, and force me to step on the locust flowers with my son. I don't have enough money to look for a virgin horse, and my eyes are wandering looking at the car for choosing a son-in-law. The pride is worthy of praise of the secular world, and the edicts of yellow and new wetness are like crows.
