the wife and other stories-第47章
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ay that a man needs no more than six feet of earth。 But six feet is what a corpse needs； not a man。 And they say； too； now； that if our intellectual classes are attracted to the land and yearn for a farm； it's a good thing。 But these farms are just the same as six feet of earth。 To retreat from town； from the struggle； from the bustle of life； to retreat and bury oneself in one's farm it's not life； it's egoism； laziness； it's monasticism of a sort； but monasticism without good works。 A man does not need six feet of earth or a farm； but the whole globe； all nature； where he can have room to display all the qualities and peculiarities of his free spirit。
〃My brother Nikolay； sitting in his government office； dreamed of how he would eat his own cabbages； which would fill the whole yard with such a savoury smell； take his meals on the green grass； sleep in the sun； sit for whole hours on the seat by the gate gazing at the fields and the forest。 Gardening books and the agricultural hints in calendars were his delight； his favourite spiritual sustenance； he enjoyed reading newspapers； too； but the only things he read in them were the advertisements of so many acres of arable land and a grass meadow with farm…houses and buildings； a river； a garden； a mill and millponds； for sale。 And his imagination pictured the garden…paths； flowers and fruit； starling cotes； the carp in the pond； and all that sort of thing； you know。 These imaginary pictures were of different kinds according to the advertisements which he came across； but for some reason in every one of them he had always to have gooseberries。 He could not imagine a homestead； he could not picture an idyllic nook； without gooseberries。
〃 'Country life has its conveniences；' he would sometimes say。 'You sit on the verandah and you drink tea； while your ducks swim on the pond； there is a delicious smell everywhere； and 。 。 。 and the gooseberries are growing。'
〃He used to draw a map of his property； and in every map there were the same things （a） house for the family； （b） servants' quarters； （c） kitchen…ga rden； （d） gooseberry…bushes。 He lived parsimoniously； was frugal in food and drink； his clothes were beyond description； he looked like a beggar； but kept on saving and putting money in the bank。 He grew fearfully avaricious。 I did not like to look at him； and I used to give him something and send him presents for Christmas and Easter； but he used to save that too。 Once a man is absorbed by an idea there is no doing anything with him。
〃Years passed： he was transferred to another province。 He was over forty； and he was still reading the advertisements in the papers and saving up。 Then I heard he was married。 Still with the same object of buying a farm and having gooseberries； he married an elderly and ugly widow without a trace of feeling for her； simply because she had filthy lucre。 He went on living frugally after marrying her； and kept her short of food； while he put her money in the bank in his name。
〃Her first husband had been a postmaster； and with him she was accustomed to pies and home…made wines； while with her second husband she did not get enough black bread； she began to pine away with this sort of life； and three years later she gave up her soul to God。 And I need hardly say that my brother never for one moment imagined that he was responsible for her death。 Money； like vodka； makes a man queer。 In our town there was a merchant who； before he died； ordered a plateful of honey and ate up all his money and lottery tickets with the honey； so that no one might get the benefit of it。 While I was inspecting cattle at a railway…station； a cattle…dealer fell under an engine and had his leg cut off。 We carried him into the waiting…room； the blood was flowing it was a horrible thing and he kept asking them to look for his leg and was very much worried about it； there were twenty roubles in the boot on the leg that had been cut off； and he was afraid they would be lost。〃
〃That's a story from a different opera；〃 said Burkin。
〃After his wife's death；〃 Ivan Ivanovitch went on； after thinking for half a minute； 〃my brother began looking out for an estate for himself。 Of course； you may look about for five years and yet end by making a mistake； and buying something quite different from what you have dreamed of。 My brother Nikolay bought through an agent a mortgaged estate of three hundred and thirty acres； with a house for the family； with servants' quarters； with a park； but with no orchard； no gooseberry…bushes； and no duck…pond； there was a river； but the water in it was the colour of coffee； because on one side of the estate there was a brickyard and on the other a factory for burning bones。 But Nikolay Ivanovitch did not grieve much； he ordered twenty gooseberry…bushes； planted them； and began living as a country gentleman。
〃Last year I went to pay him a visit。 I thought I would go and see what it was like。 In his letters my brother called his estate 'Tchumbaroklov Waste； alias Himalaiskoe。' I reached 'alias Himalaiskoe' in the afternoon。 It was hot。 Everywhere there were ditches； fences； hedges； fir…trees planted in rows； and there was no knowing how to get to the yard； where to put one's horse。 I went up to the house； and was met by a fat red dog that looked like a pig。 It wanted to bark； but it was too lazy。 The cook； a fat； barefooted woman； came out of the kitchen； and she； too； looked like a pig； and said that her master was resting after dinner。 I went in to see my brother。 He was sitting up in bed with a quilt over his legs； he had grown older； fatter； wrinkled； his cheeks； his nose； and his mouth all stuck out he looked as though he might begin grunting into the quilt at any moment。
〃We embraced each other； and shed tears of joy and of sadness at the thought that we had once been young and now were both grey…headed and near the grave。 He dressed； and led me out to show me the estate。
〃 'Well； how are you getting on here？' I asked。
〃 'Oh； all right； thank God； I am getting on very well。'
〃He was no more a poor timid clerk； but a real landowner； a gentleman。 He was already accustomed to it； had grown used to it； and liked it。 He ate a great deal； went to the bath…house； was growing stout； was already at law with the village commune and both factories； and was very much offended when the peasants did not call him 'Your Honour。' And he concerned himself with the salvation of his soul in a substantial； gentlemanly manner； and performed deeds of charity； not simply； but with an air of consequence。 And what deeds of charity！ He treated the peasants for every sort of disease with soda and castor oil； and on his name…day had a thanksgiving service in the middle of the village； and then treated the peasants to a gallon of vodka he thought that was the thing to do。 Oh； those horrible gallons of vodka！ One day the fat landowner hauls the peasants up before the district captain for trespass； and next day； in honour of a holiday； treats them to a gallon of vodka； and they drink and shout 'Hurrah！' and when they are drunk bow down to his feet。 A change of life for the better； and being well…fed and idle develop in a Russian the most insolent self…conceit。 Nikolay Ivanovitch； who at one time in the government office was afraid to have any views of his own； now could say nothing that was not gospel truth； and uttered such truths in the tone of a prime minister。 'Education is essential； but for the peasants it is premature。' 'Corporal punishment is harmful as a rule； but in some cases it is necessary and there is nothing to take its place。'
〃 'I know the peasants and understand how to treat them；' he would say。 'The peasants like me。 I need only to hold up my little finger and the peasants will do anything I like。'
〃And all this； observe； was uttered with a wise； benevolent smile。 He repeated twenty times over 'We noblemen；' 'I as a noble'； obviously he did not remember that our grandfather was a peasant； and our father a soldier。 Even our surname Tchimsha…Himalaisky； in reality so incongruous； seemed to him now melodious； distinguished； and very agreeable。
〃But the point just now is not he； but myself。 I want to tell you about the change that to
