resurrection(复活)-第5章
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who laughed at himself； and called himself the ass of the fable；
remaining like that animal undecided which haycock to turn to。
〃At any rate； before I get an answer from Mary Vasilievna （the
marechal's wife）； and finish completely with her； I can do
nothing；〃 he said to himself。 And the conviction that he might；
and was even obliged； to delay his decision； was comforting。
〃Well； I shall consider all that later on；〃 he said to himself；
as the trap drove silently along the asphalt pavement up to the
doors of the Court。
〃Now I must fulfil my public duties conscientiously； as I am in
the habit of always doing； and as I consider it right to do。
Besides； they are often interesting。〃 And he entered the hall of
the Law Courts； past the doorkeeper。
CHAPTER V。
THE JURYMEN。
The corridors of the Court were already full of activity。 The
attendants hurried； out of breath； dragging their feet along the
ground without lifting them； backwards and forwards； with all
sorts of messages and papers。 Ushers； advocates； and law officers
passed hither and thither。 Plaintiffs； and those of the accused
who were not guarded； wandered sadly along the walls or sat
waiting。
〃Where is the Law Court？〃 Nekhludoff asked of an attendant。
〃Which？ There is the Civil Court and the Criminal Court。〃
〃I am on the jury。〃
〃The Criminal Court you should have said。 Here to the right； then
to the leftthe second door。〃
Nekhludoff followed the direction。
Meanwhile some of the Criminal Court jurymen who were late had
hurriedly passed into a separate room。 At the door mentioned two
men stood waiting。
One； a tall； fat merchant； a kind…hearted fellow； had evidently
partaken of some refreshments and a glass of something； and was
in most pleasant spirits。 The other was a shopman of Jewish
extraction。 They were talking about the price of wool when
Nekhludoff came up and asked them if this was the jurymen's room。
〃Yes； my dear sir； this is it。 One of us？ On the jury； are you？〃
asked the merchant； with a merry wink。
〃Ah； well； we shall have a go at the work together；〃 he
continued； after Nekhludoff had answered in the affirmative。 〃My
name is Baklasheff； merchant of the Second Guild；〃 he said；
putting out his broad； soft； flexible hand。
〃With whom have I the honour？〃
Nekhludoff gave his name and passed into the jurymen's room。
Inside the room were about ten persons of all sorts。 They had
come but a short while ago； and some were sitting； others walking
up and down； looking at each other； and making each other's
acquaintance。 There was a retired colonel in uniform； some were
in frock coats； others in morning coats； and only one wore a
peasant's dress。
Their faces all had a certain look of satisfaction at the
prospect of fulfilling a public duty； although many of them had
had to leave their businesses； and most were complaining of it。
The jurymen talked among themselves about the weather； the early
spring； and the business before them； some having been
introduced； others just guessing who was who。 Those who were not
acquainted with Nekhludoff made haste to get introduced；
evidently looking upon this as an honour； and he taking it as his
due； as he always did when among strangers。 Had he been asked why
he considered himself above the majority of people； he could not
have given an answer； the life he had been living of late was not
particularly meritorious。 The fact of his speaking English；
French； and German with a good accent； and of his wearing the
best linen； clothes； ties； and studs； bought from the most
expensive dealers in these goods； he quite knew would not serve
as a reason for claiming superiority。 At the same time he did
claim superiority； and accepted the respect paid him as his due；
and was hurt if he did not get it。 In the jurymen's room his
feelings were hurt by disrespectful treatment。 Among the jury
there happened to be a man whom he knew； a former teacher of his
sister's children； Peter Gerasimovitch。 Nekhludoff never knew his
surname； and even bragged a bit about this。 This man was now a
master at a public school。 Nekhludoff could not stand his
familiarity； his self…satisfied laughter； his vulgarity； in
short。
〃Ah ha！ You're also trapped。〃 These were the words； accompanied
with boisterous laughter； with which Peter Gerasimovitch greeted
Nekhludoff。 〃Have you not managed to get out of it？〃
〃I never meant to get out of it；〃 replied Nekhludoff； gloomily；
and in a tone of severity。
〃Well； I call this being public spirited。 But just wait until you
get hungry or sleepy； you'll sing to another tune then。〃
〃This son of a priest will be saying 'thou' ＇in Russian； as in
many other languages； 〃thou〃 is used generally among people very
familiar with each other； or by superiors to inferiors＇ to me
next；〃 thought Nekhludoff； and walked away； with such a look of
sadness on his face； as might have been natural if he had just
heard of the death of all his relations。 He came up to a group
that had formed itself round a clean…shaven； tall； dignified man；
who was recounting something with great animation。 This man was
talking about the trial going on in the Civil Court as of a case
well known to himself； mentioning the judges and a celebrated
advocate by name。 He was saying that it seemed wonderful how the
celebrated advocate had managed to give such a clever turn to the
affair that an old lady； though she had the right on her side；
would have to pay a large sum to her opponent。 〃The advocate is a
genius；〃 he said。
The listeners heard it all with respectful attention； and several
of them tried to put in a word； but the man interrupted them； as
if he alone knew all about it。
Though Nekhludoff had arrived late； he had to wait a long time。
One of the members of the Court had not yet come； and everybody
was kept waiting。
CHAPTER VI。
THE JUDGES。
The president； who had to take the chair； had arrived early。 The
president was a tall； stout man； with long grey whiskers。 Though
married； he led a very loose life； and his wife did the same； so
they did not stand in each other's way。 This morning he had
received a note from a Swiss girl； who had formerly been a
governess in his house； and who was now on her way from South
Russia to St。 Petersburg。 She wrote that she would wait for him
between five and six p。m。 in the Hotel Italia。 This made him wish
to begin and get through the sitting as soon as possible； so as
to have time to call before six p。m。 on the little red…haired
Clara Vasilievna； with whom he had begun a romance in the country
last summer。 He went into a private room； latched the door； took
a pair of dumb…bells out of a cupboard； moved his arms 20 times
upwards； downwards； forwards； and sideways； then holding the
dumb…bells above his head； lightly bent his knees three times。
〃Nothing keeps one going like a cold bath and exercise；〃 he said；
feeling the biceps of his right arm with his left hand； on the
third finger of which he wore a gold ring。 He had still to do the
moulinee movement （for he always went through those two exercises
before a long sitting）； when there was a pull at the door。 The
president quickly put away the dumb…bells and opened the door；
saying； 〃I beg your pardon。〃
One of the members； a high…shouldered； discontented…looking man；
with gold spectacles； came into the room。 〃Matthew Nikitich has
again not come；〃 he said； in a dissatisfied tone。
〃Not yet？〃 said the president； putting on his uniform。 〃He is
always late。〃
〃It is extraordinary。 He ought to be ashamed of himself；〃 said
the member； angrily； and taking out a cigarette。
This member； a very precise man； had had an unpleasant encounter
with his wife in the morning； because she had spent her allowance
before the end of the month； and had asked him to give her some
money in advance； but he would not give way to her； and they had
a quarrel。 The wife told him that if he were going to behave so；
he need not expect any dinner； there would be no dinner for him
at home。 At this point he left； fearing that she might carry out
her threat； for anything might be expected from her。 〃This comes
of living a good； moral life；〃 he thou
