the wife and other stories-第7章
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rs。 You ought to number each letter and make a special note of it in a special record。 You ought to do the same with your own letters。 But I will do all that myself。〃
〃Do so； do so 。 。 。〃 she said。
I was very much pleased with myself。 Attracted by this living interesting work； by the little table； the naive exercise books and the charm of doing this work in my wife's society； I was afraid that my wife would suddenly hinder me and upset everything by some sudden whim； and so I was in haste and made an effort to attach no consequence to the fact that her lips were quivering； and that she was looking about her with a helpless and frightened air like a wild creature in a trap。
〃I tell you what； Natalie；〃 I said without looking at her； 〃let me take all these papers and exercise books upstairs to my study。 There I will look through them and tell you what I think about it tomorrow。 Have you any more papers？〃 I asked； arranging the exercise books and sheets of papers in piles。
〃Take them； take them all！〃 said my wife； helping me to arrange them； and big tears ran down her cheeks。 〃Take it all！ That's all that was left me in life。 。 。 。 Take the last。〃
〃Ach！ Natalie； Natalie！〃 I sighed reproachfully。
She opened the drawer in the table and began flinging the papers out of it on the table at random； poking me in the chest with her elbow and brushing my face with her hair； as she did so； copper coins kept dropping upon my knees and on the floor。
〃Take everything！〃 she said in a husky voice。
When she had thrown out the papers she walked away from me； and putting both hands to her head； she flung herself on the couch。 I picked up the money； put it back in the drawer； and locked it up that the servants might not be led into dishonesty； then I gathered up all the papers and went off with them。 As I passed my wife I stopped。 and； looking at her back and shaking shoulders； I said：
〃What a baby you are； Natalie！ Fie； fie！ Listen； Natalie： when you realize how serious and responsible a business it is you will be the first to thank me。 I assure you you will。〃
In my own room I set to work without haste。 The exercise books were not bound； the pages were not numbered。 The entries were put in all sorts of handwritings； evidently any one who liked had a hand in managing the books。 In the record of the subscriptions in kind there was no note of their money value。 But； excuse me； I thought； the rye which is now worth one rouble fifteen kopecks may be worth two roubles fifteen kopecks in two months' time！ Was that the way to do things？ Then； 〃Given to A。 M。 Sobol 32 roubles。〃 When was it given？ For what purpose was it given？ Where was the receipt？ There was nothing to show； and no making anything of it。 In case of legal proceedings； these papers would only obscure the case。
〃How naive she is！〃 I thought with surprise。 〃What a child！〃
I felt both vexed and amused。
V
My wife had already collected eight thousand； with my five it would be thirteen thousand。 For a start that was very good。 The business which had so worried and interested me was at last in my hands； I was doing what the others would not and could not do； I was doing my duty； organizing the relief fund in a practical and businesslike way
Everything seemed to be going in accordance with my desires and intentions； but why did my feeling of uneasiness persist？ I spent four hours over my wife's papers； making out their meaning and correcting her mistakes； but instead of feeling soothed； I felt as though some one were standing behind me and rubbing my back with a rough hand。 What was it I wanted？ The organization of the relief fund had come into trustworthy hands； the hungry would be fed what more was wanted？
The four hours of this light work for some reason exhausted me； so that I could not sit bending over the table nor write。 From below I heard from time to time a smothered moan； it was my wife sobbing。 Alexey； invariably meek； sleepy； and sanctimonious； kept coming up to the table to see to the candles； and looked at me somewhat strangely。
〃Yes； I must go away；〃 I decided at last； feeling utterly exhausted。 〃As far as possible from these agreeable impressions！ I will set off tomorrow。〃
I gathered together the papers and exercise books； and went down to my wife。 As； feeling quite worn out and shattered； I held the papers and the exercise books to my breast with both hands； and passing through my bedroom saw my trunks； the sound of weeping reached me through the floor。
〃Are you a kammer…junker？〃 a voice whispered in my ear。 〃That's a very pleasant thing。 But yet you are a reptile。〃
〃It's all nonsense； nonsense； nonsense；〃 I muttered as I went downstairs。 〃Nonsense 。 。 。 and it's nonsense； too； that I am actuated by vanity or a love of display。 。 。 。 What rubbish！ Am I going to get a decoration for working for the peasants or be made the director of a department？ Nonsense； nonsense！ And who is there to show off to here in the country？〃
I was tired； frightfully tired； and something kept whispering in my ear： 〃Very pleasant。 But； still； you are a reptile。〃 For some reason I remembered a line out of an old poem I knew as a child： 〃How pleasant it is to be good！〃
My wife was lying on the couch in the same attitude； on her face and with her hands clutching her head。 She was crying。 A maid was standing beside her with a perplexed and frightened face。 I sent the maid away； laid the papers on the table； thought a moment and said：
〃Here are all your papers； Natalie。 It's all in order； it's all capital； and I am very much pleased。 I am going away tomorrow。〃
She went on crying。 I went into the drawing…room and sat there in the dark。 My wife's sobs； her sighs； accused me of something； and to justify myself I remembered the whole of our quarrel； starting from my unhappy idea of inviting my wife to our consultation and ending with the exercise books and these tears。 It was an ordinary attack of our conjugal hatred； senseless and unseemly； such as had been frequent during our married life； but what had the starving peasants to do with it？ How could it have happened that they had become a bone of contention between us？ It was just as though pursuing one another we had accidentally run up to the altar and had carried on a quarrel there。
〃Natalie；〃 I said softly from the drawing…room； 〃hush； hush！〃
To cut short her weeping and make an end of this agonizing state of affairs； I ought to have gone up to my wife and comforted her； caressed her； or apologized； but how could I do it so that she would believe me？ How could I persuade the wild duck； living in captivity and hating me； that it was dear to me； and that I felt for its sufferings？ I had never known my wife； so I had never known how to talk to her or what to talk about。 Her appearance I knew very well and appreciated it as it deserved； but her spiritual； moral world； her mind； her outlook on life； her frequent changes of mood； her eyes full of hatred； her disdain； the scope and variety of her reading which sometimes struck me； or； for instance； the nun…like expression I had seen on her face the day before all that was unknown and incomprehensible to me。 When in my collisions with her I tried to define what sort of a person she was； my psychology went no farther than deciding that she was giddy； impractical； ill…tempered； guided by feminine logic； and it seemed to me that that was quite sufficient。 But now that she was crying I had a passionate desire to know more。
The weeping ceased。 I went up to my wife。 She sat up on the couch； and； with her head propped in both hands； looked fixedly and dreamily at the fire。
〃I am going away tomorrow morning；〃 I said。
She said nothing。 I walked across the room； sighed； and said：
〃Natalie； when you begged me to go away； you said： 'I will forgive you everything； everything' 。 。 。 。 So you think I have wronged you。 I beg you calmly and in brief terms to formulate the wrong I've done you。〃
〃I am worn out。 Afterwards； some time。 。 。〃 said my wife。
〃How am I to blame？〃 I went on。 〃What have I done？ Tell me： you are young and beautiful； you want to live； and I am nearly twice your age and hated by you； but is that my fault？ I didn't marry you by
