第 3 节
作者:旅游巴士      更新:2021-03-08 19:15      字数:9322
  the hungry。 Yes 。 。 。 hunger stupefies and maddens a man and makes him savage; hunger is not a potato。 When a man is starving he uses bad language; and steals; and may do worse。 。 。 。 One must realize that。〃
  Ivan Ivanitch choked over his tea; coughed; and shook all over with a squeaky; smothered laughter。
  〃 'There was a battle at Pol 。 。 。 Poltava;' 〃 he brought out; gesticulating with both hands in protest against the laughter and coughing which prevented him from speaking。 〃 'There was a battle at Poltava!' When three years after the Emancipation we had famine in two districts here; Fyodor Fyodoritch came and invited me to go to him。 'Come along; come along;' he persisted; and nothing else would satisfy him。 'Very well; let us go;' I said。 And; so we set off。 It was in the evening; there was snow falling。 Towards night we were getting near his place; and suddenly from the wood came 'bang!' and another time 'bang!' 'Oh; damn it all!' 。 。 。 I jumped out of the sledge; and I saw in the darkness a man running up to me; knee…deep in the snow。 I put my arm round his shoulder; like this; and knocked the gun out of his hand。 Then another one turned up; I fetched him a knock on the back of his head so that he grunted and flopped with his nose in the snow。 I was a sturdy chap then; my fist was heavy; I disposed of two of them; and when I turned round Fyodor was sitting astride of a third。 We did not let our three fine fellows go; we tied their hands behind their backs so that they might not do us or themselves any harm; and took the fools into the kitchen。 We were angry with them and at the same time ashamed to look at them; they were peasants we knew; and were good fellows; we were sorry for them。 They were quite stupid with terror。 One was crying and begging our pardon; the second looked like a wild beast and kept swearing; the third knelt down and began to pray。 I said to Fedya: 'Don't bear them a grudge; let them go; the rascals!' He fed them; gave them a bushel of flour each; and let them go: 'Get along with you;' he said。 So that's what he did。。 。 。 The Kingdom of Heaven be his and everlasting peace! He understood and did not bear them a grudge; but there were some who did; and how many people they ruined! Yes。 。 。 Why; over the affair at the Klotchkovs' tavern eleven men were sent to the disciplinary battalion。 Yes。 。 。 。 And now; look; it's the same thing。 Anisyin; the investigating magistrate; stayed the night with me last Thursday; and he told me about some landowner。 。 。 。 Yes。 。 。 。 They took the wall of his barn to pieces at night and carried off twenty sacks of rye。 When the gentleman heard that such a crime had been committed; he sent a telegram to the Governor and another to the police captain; another to the investigating magistrate! 。 。 。 Of course; every one is afraid of a man who is fond of litigation。 The authorities were in a flutter and there was a general hubbub。 Two villages were searched。〃
  〃Excuse me; Ivan Ivanitch;〃 I said。 〃Twenty sacks of rye were stolen from me; and it was I who telegraphed to the Governor。 I telegraphed to Petersburg; too。 But it was by no means out of love for litigation; as you are pleased to express it; and not because I bore them a grudge。 I look at every subject from the point of view of principle。 From the point of view of the law; theft is the same whether a man is hungry or not。〃
  〃Yes; yes。 。 。〃 muttered Ivan Ivanitch in confusion。 〃Of course。 。 。 To be sure; yes。〃
  Natalya Gavrilovna blushed。
  〃There are people。 。 。〃 she said and stopped; she made an effort to seem indifferent; but she could not keep it up; and looked into my eyes with the hatred that I know so well。 〃There are people;〃 she said; 〃for whom famine and human suffering exist simply that they may vent their hateful and despicable temperaments upon them。〃
  I was confused and shrugged my shoulders。
  〃I meant to say generally;〃 she went on; 〃that there are people who are quite indifferent and completely devoid of all feeling of sympathy; yet who do not pass human suffering by; but insist on meddling for fear people should be able to do without them。 Nothing is sacred for their vanity。〃
  〃There are people;〃 I said softly; 〃who have an angelic character; but who express their glorious ideas in such a form that it is difficult to distinguish the angel from an Odessa market…woman。〃
  I must confess it was not happily expressed。
  My wife looked at me as though it cost her a great effort to hold her tongue。 Her sudden outburst; and then her inappropriate eloquence on the subject of my desire to help the famine…stricken peasants; were; to say the least; out of place; when I had invited her to come upstairs I had expected quite a different attitude to me and my intentions。 I cannot say definitely what I had expected; but I had been agreeably agitated by the expectation。 Now I saw that to go on speaking about the famine would be difficult and perhaps stupid。
  〃Yes 。 。 。〃 Ivan Ivanitch muttered inappropriately。 〃Burov; the merchant; must have four hundred thousand at least。 I said to him: 'Hand over one or two thousand to the famine。 You can't take it with you when you die; anyway。' He was offended。 But we all have to die; you know。 Death is not a potato。〃
  A silence followed again。
  〃So there's nothing left for me but to reconcile myself to loneliness;〃 I sighed。 〃One cannot fight single…handed。 Well; I will try single…handed。 Let us hope that my campaign against the famine will be more successful than my campaign against indifference。〃
  〃I am expected downstairs;〃 said Natalya Gavrilovna。
  She got up from the table and turned to Ivan Ivanitch。
  〃So you will look in upon me downstairs for a minute? I won't say good…bye to you。〃
  And she went away。
  Ivan Ivanitch was now drinking his seventh glass of tea; choking; smacking his lips; and sucking sometimes his moustache; sometimes the lemon。 He was muttering something drowsily and listlessly; and I did not listen but waited for him to go。 At last; with an expression that suggested that he had only come to me to take a cup of tea; he got up and began to take leave。 As I saw him out I said:
  〃And so you have given me no advice。〃
  〃Eh? I am a feeble; stupid old man;〃 he answered。 〃What use would my advice be? You shouldn't worry yourself。 。 。 。 I really don't know why you worry yourself。 Don't disturb yourself; my dear fellow! Upon my word; there's no need;〃 he whispered genuinely and affectionately; soothing me as though I were a child。 〃Upon my word; there's no need。〃
  〃No need? Why; the peasants are pulling the thatch off their huts; and they say there is typhus somewhere already。〃
  〃Well; what of it? If there are good crops next year; they'll thatch them again; and if we die of typhus others will live after us。 Anyway; we have to die  if not now; later。 Don't worry yourself; my dear。〃
  〃I can't help worrying myself;〃 I said irritably。
  We were standing in the dimly lighted vestibule。 Ivan Ivanitch suddenly took me by the elbow; and; preparing to say something evidently very important; looked at me in silence for a couple of minutes。
  〃Pavel Andreitch!〃 he said softly; and suddenly in his puffy; set face and dark eyes there was a gleam of the expression for which he had once been famous and which was truly charming。 〃Pavel Andreitch; I speak to you as a friend: try to be different! One is ill at ease with you; my dear fellow; one really is!〃
  He looked intently into my face; the charming expression faded away; his eyes grew dim again; and he sniffed and muttered feebly:
  〃Yes; yes。 。 。 。 Excuse an old man。 。 。 。 It's all nonsense 。 。 。 yes。〃
  As he slowly descended the staircase; spreading out his hands to balance himself and showing me his huge; bulky back and red neck; he gave me the unpleasant impression of a sort of crab。
  〃You ought to go away; your Excellency;〃 he muttered。 〃To Petersburg or abroad。 。 。 。 Why should you live here and waste your golden days? You are young; wealthy; and healthy。 。 。 。 Yes。 。 。 。 Ah; if I were younger I would whisk away like a hare; and snap my fingers at everything。〃
  III
  My wife's outburst reminded me of our married life together。 In old days after every such outburst we felt irresistibly drawn to each other; we would meet and let off all the dynamite that had accumulated in our souls。 And now after Ivan Ivanitch had gone away I had a strong impulse to go to my wife。 I wanted to go downstairs and tell her that her behaviour at tea had been an insult to me; that she was cruel; petty; and that her plebeian mind had never risen to a comprehension of what _I_ was saying and of what _I_ was doing。 I walked about the rooms a long time thinking of what I would say to her and trying to guess what she would say to me。
  That evening; after Ivan Ivanitch went away; I felt in a peculiarly irritating form the uneasiness which had worried me of late。 I could not sit down or sit still; but kept walking about in the rooms that were lighted up and keeping near to the one in which Marya Gerasimovna was sitting。 I had a feeling very much like that which I had on the North Sea during a storm when every one thought that our ship; which had no freight nor ballast; would overturn。 And that evening I understo