第20章

类别:其他 作者:Anton Chekhov字数:3368更新时间:18/12/27 08:30:00
amverygratefulforsuchsolicitudefordecentpeople’swelfare。 Butinanycase,whetheritisnastythereornice,fivehundredroublesIhaven’tgot。Ihaven’tpilferedgovernmentmoney。I haven’texploitedthenatives,Ihaven’ttraffickedincontraband,Ihavefloggednoonetodeath,sojudgewhetherI havetherighttotravelfirst-classandevenlesstoreckonmyselfoftheeducatedclass?Butyouwon’tcatchthemwithlogic。Onehastoresorttodeception。Iputonaworkman’scoatandhighboots,Iassumedadrunken,servilemugandwenttotheagents:’Giveusalittleticket,yourhonour,’saidI。 “Why,whatclassdoyoubelongto?“askedasailor。 “Clerical。Myfatherwasanhonestpriest,healwaystoldthegreatonesoftheworldthetruthtotheirfaces;andhehadagreatdealtoputupwithinconsequence。“ PavelIvanitchwasexhaustedwithtalkingandgaspedforbreath,butstillwenton: “Yes,Ialwaystellpeoplethetruthtotheirfaces。Iamnotafraidofanyoneoranything。Thereisavastdifferencebetweenmeandallofyouinthatrespect。Youareindarkness,youareblind,crushed;youseenothingandwhatyoudoseeyoudon’tunderstand。Youaretoldthewindbreaksloosefromitschain,thatyouarebeasts,Petchenyegs,andyoubelieveit;theypunchyouintheneck,youkisstheirhands;someanimalinasable-linedcoatrobsyouandthentipsyoufifteenkopecksandyou:’Letmekissyourhand,sir。’Youarepariahs,pitifulpeople。Iamadifferentsort。Myeyesareopen,Iseeitallasclearlyasahawkoraneaglewhenitfloatsovertheearth,andIunderstanditall。Iamalivingprotest。Iseeirresponsibletyranny——Iprotest。Iseecantandhypocrisy——I protest。Iseeswinetriumphant——Iprotest。AndIcannotbesuppressed,noSpanishInquisitioncanmakemeholdmytongue。 No。CutoutmytongueandIwouldprotestindumbshow; shutmeupinacellar——Iwillshoutfromittobeheardhalfamileaway,orIwillstarvemyselftodeaththattheymayhaveanotherweightontheirblackconsciences。KillmeandIwillhauntthemwithmyghost。Allmyacquaintancessaytome:’Youareamostinsufferableperson,PavelIvanitch。’Iamproudofsuchareputation。IhaveservedthreeyearsinthefarEast,andIshallberememberedthereforahundredyears:Ihadrowswitheveryone。MyfriendswritetomefromRussia,’Don’tcomeback,’ buthereIamgoingbacktospitethemyes。ThatislifeasIunderstandit。Thatiswhatonecancalllife。“ Gusevwaslookingatthelittlewindowandwasnotlistening。A boatwasswayingonthetransparent,soft,turquoisewaterallbathedinhot,dazzlingsunshine。InittherewerenakedChinamenholdingupcageswithcanariesandcallingout: “Itsings,itsings!“ Anotherboatknockedagainstthefirst;thesteamcutterdartedby。AndthentherecameanotherboatwithafatChinamansittinginit,eatingricewithlittlesticks。 Languidlythewaterheaved,languidlythewhiteseagullsfloatedoverit。 “Ishouldliketogivethatfatfellowoneintheneck,“thoughtGusev,gazingatthestoutChinaman,withayawn。 Hedozedoff,anditseemedtohimthatallnaturewasdozing,too。Timeflewswiftlyby;imperceptiblythedaypassed,imperceptiblythedarknesscameon。Thesteamerwasnolongerstandingstill,butmovingonfurther。 Twodayspassed,PavelIvanitchlaydowninsteadofsittingup; hiseyeswereclosed,hisnoseseemedtohavegrownsharper。 “PavelIvanitch,“Gusevcalledtohim。“Hey,PavelIvanitch。“ PavelIvanitchopenedhiseyesandmovedhislips。 “Areyoufeelingbad?“ “Noit’snothing“answeredPavelIvanitch,gasping。 “Nothing;onthecontrary——Iamratherbetter。YouseeI canliedown。Iamalittleeasier。“ “Well,thankGodforthat,PavelIvanitch。“ “WhenIcomparemyselfwithyouIamsorryforyoupoorfellow。Mylungsareallright,itisonlyastomachcough。 Icanstandhell,letalonetheRedSea。BesidesItakeacriticalattitudetomyillnessandtothemedicinestheygivemeforit。Whileyouyouareindarkness。It’shardforyou,very,veryhard!“ Theshipwasnotrolling,itwascalm,butashotandstiflingasabath-house;itwasnotonlyhardtospeakbutevenhardtolisten。Gusevhuggedhisknees,laidhisheadonthemandthoughtofhishome。Goodheavens,whatareliefitwastothinkofsnowandcoldinthatstiflingheat!Youdriveinasledge,allatoncethehorsestakefrightatsomethingandbolt。 Regardlessoftheroad,theditches,theravines,theydashlikemadthings,rightthroughthevillage,overthepondbythepotteryworks,outacrosstheopenfields。“Holdon,“thepotteryhandsandthepeasantsshout,meetingthem。“Holdon。“Butwhy? Letthekeen,coldwindbeatinone’sfaceandbiteone’shands; letthelumpsofsnow,kickedupbythehorses’hoofs,fallonone’scap,onone’sback,downone’scollar,onone’schest;lettherunnersringonthesnow,andthetracesandthesledgebesmashed,deucetakethemoneandall!Andhowdelightfulwhenthesledgeupsetsandyougoflyingfulltiltintoadrift,facedownwardsinthesnow,andthenyougetupwhitealloverwithiciclesonyourmoustaches;nocap,nogloves,yourbeltundone。 Peoplelaugh,thedogsbark。 PavelIvanitchhalfopenedoneeye,lookedatGusevwithit,andaskedsoftly: “Gusev,didyourcommandingofficersteal?“ “Whocantell,PavelIvanitch!Wecan’tsay,itdidn’treachus。“ Andafterthatalongtimepassedinsilence。Gusevbrooded,mutteredsomethingindelirium,andkeptdrinkingwater;itwashardforhimtotalkandhardtolisten,andhewasafraidofbeingtalkedto。Anhourpassed,asecond,athird;eveningcameon,thennight,buthedidnotnoticeit。Hestillsatdreamingofthefrost。 Therewasasoundasthoughsomeonecameintothehospital,andvoiceswereaudible,butafewminutespassedandallwasstillagain。 “TheKingdomofHeavenandeternalpeace,“saidthesoldierwithhisarminasling。“Hewasanuncomfortableman。“ “What?“askedGusev。“Who?“ “Heisdead,theyhavejustcarriedhimup。“ “Oh,well,“mutteredGusev,yawning,“theKingdomofHeavenbehis。“ “Whatdoyouthink?“thesoldierwithhisarminaslingaskedGusev。“WillhebeintheKingdomofHeavenornot?“ “Whoisityouaretalkingabout?“ “PavelIvanitch。“ “Hewillbehesufferedsolong。Andthereisanotherthing,hebelongedtotheclergy,andthepriestsalwayshavealotofrelations。Theirprayerswillsavehim。“ ThesoldierwiththeslingsatdownonahammocknearGusevandsaidinanundertone: “Andyou,Gusev,arenotlongforthisworld。YouwillnevergettoRussia。“ “Didthedoctororhisassistantsayso?“askedGusev。 “Itisn’tthattheysaidso,butonecanseeit。Onecanseedirectlywhenaman’sgoingtodie。Youdon’teat,youdon’tdrink;it’sdreadfultoseehowthinyou’vegot。It’sconsumption,infact。Isayit,nottoupsetyou,butbecausemaybeyouwouldliketohavethesacramentandextremeunction。 Andifyouhaveanymoneyyouhadbettergiveittotheseniorofficer。“ “Ihaven’twrittenhome“Gusevsighed。“Ishalldieandtheywon’tknow。“ “They’llhearofit,“thesicksailorbroughtoutinabassvoice。“Whenyoudietheywillputitdowninthe_Gazette,_atOdessatheywillsendinareporttothecommandingofficerthereandhewillsendittotheparishorsomewhere。 Gusevbegantobeuneasyaftersuchaconversationandtofeelavagueyearning。Hedrankwater——itwasnotthat;hedraggedhimselftothewindowandbreathedthehot,moistair——itwasnotthat;hetriedtothinkofhome,ofthefrost——itwasnotthat。Atlastitseemedtohimoneminutelongerinthewardandhewouldcertainlyexpire。 “It’sstifling,mates“hesaid。“I’llgoondeck。Helpmeup,forChrist’ssake。“