crime and punishment(罪与罚)-第142章
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What next？ That's the thing to sing。
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Du hast die schonsten Augen
Madchen； was willst du mehr？
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〃What an idea！ Was willst du mehr。 What things the fool invents！ Ah；
yes！
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In the heat of midday in the vale of Dagestan。
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〃Ah； how I loved it！ I loved that song to distraction； Polenka！ Your
father； you know； used to sing it when we were engaged。。。。 Oh those
days！ Oh that's the thing for us to sing！ How does it go？ I've
forgotten。 Remind me！ How was it？〃
She was violently excited and tried to sit up。 At last； in a
horribly hoarse； broken voice； she began； shrieking and gasping at
every word； with a look of growing terror。
〃In the heat of midday！。。。 in the vale！。。。 of Dagestan！。。。 With lead
in my breast！。。。〃
〃Your excellency！〃 she wailed suddenly with a heartrending scream
and a flood of tears； 〃protect the orphans！ You have been their
father's guest。。。 one may say aristocratic。。。。〃 She started； regaining
consciousness； and gazed at all with a sort of terror； but at once
recognised Sonia。
〃Sonia； Sonia！〃 she articulated softly and caressingly； as though
surprised to find her there。 〃Sonia darling； are you here； too？〃
They lifted her up again。
〃Enough！ It's over！ Farewell； poor thing！ I am done for！ I am
broken！〃 she cried with vindictive despair； and her head fell
heavily back on the pillow。
She sank into unconsciousness again； but this time it did not last
long。 Her pale； yellow； wasted face dropped back； her mouth fell open；
her leg moved convulsively； she gave a deep； deep sigh and died。
Sonia fell upon her； flung her arms about her； and remained
motionless with her head pressed to the dead woman's wasted bosom。
Polenka threw herself at her mother's feet； kissing them and weeping
violently。 Though Kolya and Lida did not understand what had happened；
they had a feeling that it was something terrible； they put their
hands on each other's little shoulders； stared straight at one another
and both at once opened their mouths and began screaming。 They were
both still in their fancy dress； one in a turban； the other in the cap
with the ostrich feather。
And how did 〃the certificate of merit〃 come to be on the bed
beside Katerina Ivanovna？ It lay there by the pillow： Raskolnikov
saw it。
He walked away to the window。 Lebeziatnikov skipped up to him。
〃She is dead；〃 he said。
〃Rodion Romanovitch； I must have two words with you；〃 said
Svidrigailov； coming up to them。
Lebeziatnikov at once made room for him and delicately withdrew。
Svidrigailov drew Raskolnikov further away。
〃I will undertake all the arrangements； the funeral and that。 You
know it's a question of money and； as I told you； I have plenty to
spare。 I will put those two little ones and Polenka into some good
orphan asylum； and I will settle fifteen hundred roubles to be paid to
each on coming of age； so that Sofya Semyonovna need have no anxiety
about them。 And I will pull her out of the mud too； for she is a
good girl； isn't she？ So tell Avdotya Romanovna that that is how I
am spending her ten thousand。〃
〃What is your motive for such benevolence？〃 asked Raskolnikov。
〃Ah！ you sceptical person！〃 laughed Svidrigailov。 〃I told you I
had no need of that money。 Won't you admit that it's simply done
from humanity？ She wasn't 'a louse；' you know〃 （he pointed to the
corner where the dead woman lay）； 〃was she； like some old pawnbroker
woman？ Come； you'll agree； is Luzhin to go on living； and doing wicked
things or is she to die？ And if I didn't help them； Polenka would go
the same way。〃
He said this with an air of a sort of gay winking slyness； keeping
his eyes fixed on Raskolnikov； who turned white and cold； hearing
his own phrases； spoken to Sonia。 He quickly stepped back and looked
wildly at Svidrigailov。
〃How do you know？〃 he whispered； hardly able to breathe。
〃Why； I lodge here at Madame Resslich's； the other side of the wall。
Here is Kapernaumov； and there lives Madame Resslich； an old and
devoted friend of mine。 I am a neighbour。〃
〃You？〃
〃Yes；〃 continued Svidrigailov； shaking with laughter。 〃I assure
you on my honour； dear Rodion Romanovitch； that you have interested me
enormously。 I told you we should become friends； I foretold it。
Well； here we have。 And you will see what an accommodating person I
am。 You'll see that you can get on with me！〃
PART FIVE
Chapter One
THE MORNING that followed the fateful interview with Dounia and
her mother brought sobering influences to bear on Pyotr Petrovitch。
Intensely unpleasant as it was； he was forced little by little to
accept as a fact beyond recall what had seemed to him only the day
before fantastic and incredible。 The black snake of wounded vanity had
been gnawing at his heart all night。 When he got out of bed； Pyotr
Petrovitch immediately looked in the looking…glass。 He was afraid that
he had jaundice。 However his health seemed unimpaired so far； and
looking at his noble； clear…skinned countenance which had grown
fattish of late； Pyotr Petrovitch for an instant was positively
comforted in the conviction that he would find another bride and；
perhaps； even a better one。 But coming back to the sense of his
present position； he turned aside and spat vigorously； which excited a
sarcastic smile in Andrey Semyonovitch Lebeziatnikov； the young friend
with whom he was staying。 That smile Pyotr Petrovitch noticed； and
at once set it down against his young friend's account。 He had set
down a good many points against him of late。 His anger was redoubled
when he reflected that he ought not to have told Andrey Semyonovitch
about the result of yesterday's interview。 That was the second mistake
he had made in temper； through impulsiveness and irritability。。。。
Moreover； all that morning one unpleasantness followed another。 He
even found a hitch
