the wife and other stories-第37节
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out of the lodge with the hurried step of an old man； leaving his hat behind。 When； a little later； my mother ran into the lodge； Fyodor and Pobyedimsky were still hammering on the table like blacksmiths and repeating； 〃I won't allow it！〃
〃What has happened here？〃 asked mother。 〃Why has my brother been taken ill？ What's the matter？〃
Looking at Tatyana's pale； frightened face and at her infuriated husband； mother probably guessed what was the matter。 She sighed and shook her head。
〃Come！ give over banging on the table！〃 she said。 〃Leave off； Fyodor！ And why are you thumping； Yegor Alexyevitch？ What have you got to do with it？〃
Pobyedimsky was startled and confused。 Fyodor looked intently at him； then at his wife； and began walking about the room。 When mother had gone out of the lodge； I saw what for long afterwards I looked upon as a dream。 I saw Fyodor seize my tutor； lift him up in the air； and thrust him out of the door。
When I woke up in the morning my tutor's bed was empty。 To my question where he was nurse told me in a whisper that he had been taken off early in the morning to the hospital； as his arm was broken。 Distressed at this intelligence and remembering the scene of the previous evening； I went out of doors。 It was a grey day。 The sky was covered with storm…clouds and there was a wind blowing dust； bits of paper； and feathers along the ground。 。 。 。 It felt as though rain were coming。 There was a look of boredom in the servants and in the animals。 When I went into the house I was told not to make such a noise with my feet； as mother was ill and in bed with a migraine。 What was I to do？ I went outside the gate； sat down on the little bench there； and fell to trying to discover the meaning of what I had seen and heard the day before。 From our gate there was a road which； passing the forge and the pool which never dried up； ran into the main road。 I looked at the telegraph…posts； about which clouds of dust were whirling； and at the sleepy birds sitting on the wires； and I suddenly felt so dreary that I began to cry。
A dusty wagonette crammed full of townspeople； probably going to visit the shrine； drove by along the main road。 The wagonette was hardly out of sight when a light chaise with a pair of horses came into view。 In it was Akim Nikititch； the police inspector； standing up and holding on to the coachman's belt。 To my great surprise； the chaise turned into our road and flew by me in at the gate。 While I was puzzling why the police inspector had come to see us； I heard a noise； and a carriage with three horses came into sight on the road。 In the carriage stood the police captain； directing his coachman towards our gate。
〃And why is he coming？〃 I thought； looking at the dusty police captain。 〃Most probably Pobyedimsky has complained of Fyodor to him； and they have come to take him to prison。〃
But the mystery was not so easily solved。 The police inspector and the police captain were only the first instalment； for five minutes had scarcely passed when a coach drove in at our gate。 It dashed by me so swiftly that I could only get a glimpse of a red beard。
Lost in conjecture and full of misgivings； I ran to the house。 In the passage first of all I saw mother； she was pale and looking with horror towards the door； from which came the sounds of men's voices。 The visitors had taken her by surprise in the very throes of migraine。
〃Who has come； mother？〃 I asked。
〃Sister；〃 I heard my uncle's voice； 〃will you send in something to eat for the governor and me？〃
〃It is easy to say 'something to eat；' 〃 whispered my mother； numb with horror。 〃What have I time to get ready now？ I am put to shame in my old age！〃
Mother clutched at her head and ran into the kitchen。 The governor's sudden visit stirred and overwhelmed the whole household。 A ferocious slaughter followed。 A dozen fowls； five turkeys； eight ducks； were killed； and in the fluster the old gander； the progenitor of our whole flock of geese and a great favourite of mother's； was beheaded。 The coachmen and the cook seemed frenzied； and slaughtered birds at random； without distinction of age or breed。 For the sake of some wretched sauce a pair of valuable pigeons； as dear to me as the gander was to mother； were sacrificed。 It was a long while before I could forgive the governor their death。
In the evening； when the governor and his suite； after a sumptuous dinner； had got into their carriages and driven away； I went into the house to look at the remains of the feast。 Glancing into the drawing…room from the passage； I saw my uncle and my mother。 My uncle； with his hands behind his back； was walking nervously up and down close to the wall； shrugging his shoulders。 Mother； exhausted and looking much thinner； was sitting on the sofa and watching his movements with heavy eyes。
〃Excuse me； sister； but this won't do at all；〃 my uncle grumbled； wrinkling up his face。 〃I introduced the governor to you； and you didn't offer to shake hands。 You covered him with confusion； poor fellow！ No； that won't do。 。 。 。 Simplicity is a very good thing； but there must be limits to it。 。 。 。 Upon my soul！ And then that dinner！ How can one give people such things？ What was that mess； for instance； that they served for the fourth course？〃
〃That was duck with sweet sauce 。 。 。〃 mother answered softly。
〃Duck！ Forgive me； sister； but 。 。 。 but here I've got heartburn！ I am ill！〃
My uncle made a sour； tearful face； and went on：
〃It was the devil sent that governor！ As though I wanted his visit！ Pff！ 。 。 。 heartburn！ I can't work or sleep 。 。 。 I am completely out of sorts。 。 。 。 And I can't understand how you can live here without anything to do 。 。 。 in this boredom！ Here I've got a pain coming under my shoulder…blade！ 。 。 。〃
My uncle frowned； and walked about more rapidly than ever。
〃Brother；〃 my mother inquired softly； 〃what would it cost to go abroad？〃
〃At least three thousand 。 。 。〃 my uncle answered in a te arful voice。 〃I would go； but where am I to get it？ I haven't a farthing。 Pff！ 。 。 。 heartburn！〃
My uncle stopped to look dejectedly at the grey； overcast prospect from the window； and began pacing to and fro again。
A silence followed。 。 。 。 Mother looked a long while at the ikon； pondering something； then she began crying； and said：
〃I'll give you the three thousand； brother。 。 。 。〃
Three days later the majestic boxes went off to the station； and the privy councillor drove off after them。 As he said good…bye to mother he shed tears； and it was a long time before he took his lips from her hands； but when he got into his carriage his face beamed with childlike pleasure。 。 。 。 Radiant and happy； he settled himself comfortably； kissed his hand to my mother； who was crying； and all at once his eye was caught by me。 A look of the utmost astonishment came into his face。
〃What boy is this？〃 he asked。
My mother； who had declared my uncle's coming was a piece of luck for which I must thank God； was bitterly mortified at this question。 I was in no mood for questions。 I looked at my uncle's happy face； and for some reason I felt fearfully sorry for him。 I could not resist jumping up to the carriage and hugging that frivolous man； weak as all men are。 Looking into his face and wanting to say something pleasant； I asked：
〃Uncle； have you ever been in a battle？〃
〃Ah； the dear boy 。 。 。〃 laughed my uncle； kissing me。 〃A charming boy； upon my soul！ How natural； how living it all is； upon my soul！ 。 。 。〃
The carriage set off。 。 。 。 I looked after him； and long afterwards that farewell 〃upon my soul〃 was ringing in my ears。
THE MAN IN A CASE
AT the furthest end of the village of Mironositskoe some belated sportsmen lodged for the night in the elder Prokofy's barn。 There were two of them； the veterinary surgeon Ivan Ivanovitch and the schoolmaster Burkin。 Ivan Ivanovitch had a rather strange double…barrelled surname Tchimsha…Himalaisky which did not suit him at all； and he was called simply Ivan Ivanovitch all over the province。 He lived at a stud…farm near the town； and had come out shooting now to get a breath of fresh air。 Burkin； the high…school teacher； stayed every summer at Count P…'s； and had been thoroughly at home in this district for years。
They did not sleep。 Ivan Ivanovitch； a tall； lean old fellow with long moustaches； was sitting outside the door； smoking a pipe in the moonlight。 Burkin was lying within on the hay； and could not be seen in the darkness。
They were telling each other all sorts of stories。 Among other things； they spoke of the fact that the elder's wife； Mavra； a healthy and by no means stupid woman； had never been beyond her native village； had never seen a town nor a railway in her life； and had spent the last ten years sitting behind the stove； and only at night going out into the street。
〃What is there wonderful in that！〃 said Burkin。 〃There are plenty of people in the world； solitary by temperament； who try to retreat into their shell like a hermit crab or a snail。 Perhaps it is an instance of atavism； a return to the period when the ancestor of man was not yet a social animal and lived alone in his den； or perhaps it is only one of the diversities of human character who knows？
