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e of anything。 My face was burning from the hot cabbage soup and the heat of the room。 Ivan Ivanitch and Sobol; too; were crimson。

〃To the health of your wife;〃 said Sobol。 〃She likes me。 Tell her her doctor sends her his respects。〃

〃She's fortunate; upon my word;〃 sighed Ivan Ivanitch。 〃Though she takes no trouble; does not fuss  or worry  herself; she has become the most important person in the whole district。 Almost the whole business is in her hands; and they all gather round her; the doctor; the District Captains; and the ladies。 With people of the right sort that happens of itself。 Yes。 。 。 。 The apple…tree need take no thought for the apple to grow on it; it will grow of itself。〃

〃It's only people who don't care who take no thought;〃 said I。

〃Eh? Yes 。 。 。 〃 muttered Ivan Ivanitch; not catching what I said; 〃that's true。 。 。 。 One must not worry oneself。 Just so; just so。 。 。 。 Only do your duty towards God and your neighbour; and then never mind what happens。〃

〃Eccellenza;〃 said Sobol solemnly; 〃just look at nature about us: if you poke your nose or your ear out of your fur collar it will be frost…bitten; stay in the fields for one hour; you'll be buried in the snow; while the village is just the same as in the days of Rurik; the same Petchenyegs and Polovtsi。 It's nothing but being burnt down; starving; and struggling against nature in every way。 What was I saying? Yes! If one thinks about it; you know; looks into it and analyses all this hotchpotch; if you will allow me to call it so; it's not life but more like a fire in a theatre! Any one who falls down or screams with terror; or rushes about; is the worst enemy of good order; one must stand up and look sharp; and not stir a hair! There's no time for whimpering and busying oneself with trifles。 When you have to deal with elemental forces you must put out force against them; be firm and as unyielding as a stone。 Isn't that right; grandfather?〃 He turned to Ivan Ivanitch and laughed。 〃I am no better than a woman myself; I am a limp rag; a flabby creature; so I hate flabbiness。 I can't endure petty feelings! One mopes; another is frightened; a third will come straight in here and say: 'Fie on you! Here you've guzzled a dozen courses and you talk about the starving!' That's petty and stupid! A fourth will reproach you; Eccellenza; for being rich。 Excuse me; Eccellenza;〃 he went on in a loud voice; laying his hand on his heart; 〃but your having set our magistrate the task of hunting day and night for your thieves  excuse me; that's also petty on your part。 I am a little drunk; so that's why I say this now; but you know; it is petty!〃

〃Who's asking him to worry himself? I don't understand!〃 I said; getting up。

I suddenly felt unbearably ashamed and mortified; and I walked round the table。

〃Who asks him to worry himself? I didn't ask him to。 。 。 。 Damn him!〃

〃They have arrested three men and let them go again。 They turned out not to be the right ones; and now they are looking for a fresh lot;〃 said Sobol; laughing。 〃It's too bad!〃

〃I did not ask him to worry himself;〃 said I; almost crying with excitement。 〃What's it all for? What's it all for? Well; supposing I was wrong; supposing I have done wrong; why do they try to put me more in the wrong?〃

〃Come; come; come; come!〃 said Sobol; trying to soothe me。 〃Come! I have had a drop; that is why I said it。 My tongue is my enemy。 Come;〃 he sighed; 〃we have eaten and drunk wine; and now for a nap。〃

He got up from the table; kissed Ivan Ivanitch on the head; and staggering from repletion; went out of the dining…room。 Ivan Ivanitch and I smoked in silence。

I don't sleep after dinner; my dear;〃 said Ivan Ivanitch; 〃but you have a rest in the lounge…room。〃

I agreed。 In the half…dark and warmly heated room they called the lounge…room; there stood against the walls long; wide sofas; solid and heavy; the work of Butyga the cabinet maker; on them lay high; soft; white beds; probably made by the old woman in spectacles。 On one of them Sobol; without his coat and boots; already lay asleep with his face to the back of the sofa; another bed was awaiting me。 I took off my coat and boots; and; overcome by fatigue; by the spirit of Butyga which hovered over the quiet lounge…room; and by the light; caressing snore of Sobol; I lay down submissively。

And at once I began dreaming of my wife; of her room; of the station…master with his face full of hatred; the heaps of snow; a fire in the theatre。 I dreamed of the peasants who had stolen twenty sacks of rye out of my barn。

〃Anyway; it's a good thing the magistrate let them go;〃 I said。

I woke up at the sound of my own voice; looked for a moment in perplexity at Sobol's broad back; at the buckles of his waistcoat; at his thick heels; then lay down again and fell asleep。

When I woke up the second time it was quite dark。 Sobol was asleep。 There was peace in my heart; and I longed to make haste home。 I dressed and went out of the lounge…room。 Ivan Ivanitch was sitting in a big arm…chair in his study; absolutely motionless; staring at a fixed point; and it was evident that he had been in the same state of petrifaction all the while I had been asleep。

〃Good!〃 I said; yawning。 〃I feel as though I had woken up after breaking the fast at Easter。 I shall often come and see you now。 Tell me; did my wife ever dine here?〃

〃So…ome…ti…mes 。 。 。 sometimes;〃' muttered Ivan Ivanitch; making an effort to stir。 〃She dined here last Saturday。 Yes。 。 。 。 She likes me。〃

After a silence I said:

〃Do you remember; Ivan Ivanitch; you told me I had a disagreeable character and that it was difficult to get on with me? But what am I to do to make my character different?〃

〃I don't know; my dear boy。 。 。 。 I'm a feeble old man; I can't advise you。 。 。 。 Yes。 。 。 。 But I said that to you at the time because I am fond of you and fond of your wife; and I was fond of your father。 。 。 。 Yes。 I shall soon die; and what need have I to conceal things from you or to tell you lies? So I tell you: I am very fond of you; but I don't respect you。 No; I don't respect you。〃

He turned towards me and said in a breathless whisper:

〃It's impossible to respect you; my dear fellow。 You look like a real man。 You have the figure and deportment of the French President Carnot  I saw a portrait of him the other day in an illustrated paper 。 。 。 yes。 。 。 。 You use lofty language; and you are clever; and you are high up in the service beyond all reach; but haven't real soul; my dear boy 。 。 。 there's no strength in it。〃

〃A Scythian; in fact;〃 I laughed。 〃But what about my wife? Tell me something about my wife; you know her better。〃

I wanted to talk about my wife; but Sobol came in and prevented me。

〃I've had a sleep and a wash;〃 he said; looking at me naively。 〃I'll have a cup of tea with some rum in it and go home。〃

VII

It was by now past seven。 Besides Ivan Ivanitch; women servants; the old dame in spectacles; the little girls and the peasant; all accompanied us from the hall out on to the steps; wishing us good…bye and all sorts of blessings; while near the horses in the darkness there were standing and moving about men with lanterns; telling our coachmen how and which way to drive; and wishing us a lucky journey。 The horses; the men; and the sledges were white。

〃Where do all these people come from?〃 I asked as my three horses and the doctor's two moved at a walking pace out of the yard。

〃They are all his serfs;〃 said Sobol。 〃The new order has not reached him yet。 Some of the old servants are living out their lives with him; and then there are orphans of all sorts who have nowhere to go; there are some; too; who insist on living there; there's no turning them out。 A queer old man!〃

Again the flying horses; the strange voice of drunken Nikanor; the wind and the persistent snow; which got into one's eyes; one's mouth; and every fold of one's fur coat。 。 。 。

〃Well; I am running a rig;〃 I thought; while my bells chimed in with the doctor's; the wind whistled; the coachmen shouted; and while this frantic uproar was going on; I recalled all the details of that strange wild day; unique in my life; and it seemed to me that I really had gone out of my mind or become a d

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