第14章
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  “IexpectPetrushkaisasleep,forprobablyhehastakentoomuchliquorattheBassanov’ssmotrini。[Afestivalatwhichafiancepayshisfirstvisittothehouseoftheparentsofhisbetrothed。]Aye,hewillbeasleep。AndasforJonah,HEwillhavegonetoVaskaKlochi。Sotonight,untilmorning,Nadezhdawillbeabletokickupherheelstoherheart’scontent。“

  Itoohadbeguntosurmisethatthewomanwascomethitherforpurposesofherown。Yetthescenewasalmostdreamlikeinitsbeauty。Itthrilledmetothesoultowatchhowthewoman’sblueeyesgazedabouther——gazedasthoughshewereardently,caressinglywhisperingtoalllivingcreatures,asleeporawake:

  “0hmydarlings!0hmydarlings!“

  Besidemetheuncouth,broken-downGubinwentoninhoarseaccents:

  “YoumustknowthatsheisPetrushka’sTHIRDwife,awomanwhomhetooktohimselffromthefamilyofamerchantofMurom。YetthetownhasitthatnotonlyPetrushka,butalsoJonah,makesuseofher——thatsheactsaswifetobothbrothers,andthereforelackschildren。AlsohasitbeensaidofherthatoneTrinitySundayshewasseenbyapartyofwomentomisconductherselfinthisgardenwithapolicesergeant,andthentositonhislapandweep。YetthislastIdonotwhollybelieve,forthesergeantinquestionisaveteranscarcelyabletoputonefootbeforetheother。Also,Jonah,thoughabrute,livesinabjectfearofhisstepmother。“

  Hereaworm-eatenapplefelltotheground,andthewomanpaused;whereafter,withheadalittleraised,sheresumedherwaywithgreaterspeed。

  AsforGubin,hecontinued,unchecked,thoughwithatriflelessanimosity,ratherasthoughhewerereadingaloudamanuscriptwhichhefoundwearisome:

  “SeehowamanlikePeterBirkinmaypridehimselfuponhiswealth,andreceivehonourduringhislifetime,yetallthewhilehavethedevilgrinningoverhisshoulder!“

  Thenhe,Gubin,keptsilentawhile,andmerelybreathedheavily,andtwistedhisbodyabout。Butsuddenly,heresumedinastrangewhisper:

  “Fifteenyearsago——no,surelyitwaslongeragothanthat?——

  MadameNadkin,Nadezhda’smother-in-law,madeitherpracticetocometothisspottomeetherlover。AndafinegallantHE

  was!“

  Somehow,asIwatchedthewomancreepingalong,andlookingasthoughshewereintendingtocommitatheft,orasthoughshefanciedthatatanymomentshemightseetheplumpbrothersBirkinissuefromthecourtyardintothegardenandcomeshufflingponderouslyoverthedarkenedground,withropesandcudgelsgraspedincoarse,redhandswhichknewnopity;

  somehow,asIwatchedher,Ifeltsaddened,andpaidlittleheedtoGubin’swhisperedremarks,sointentlyweremyeyesfixeduponthegranarywallas,afterglidingalongitawhile,thewomanbentherheadanddisappearedthroughthedarkblueofthewashhousedoor。AsforGubin,hewenttosleepwithalastdrowsyremarkof:

  “Lifeisallfalsity。Husbands,wives,fathers,children——allofthempractisedeceit。“

  Intheeast,portionsoftheskywereturningtolightpurple,andotherportionstoadarkerhue,whilefromtimetotimeI

  couldsee,loomingblackagainstthoseportions,coilsofsmokethedensityofwhichkeptbeingstabbedwithfieryspikesofflame,sothatthevague,toweringforestlookedlikeahillonthetopofwhichafierydragonwascrawlingabout,andwrithing,andintermittentlyraisingtremulous,scarletwings,andasoftenrelapsinginto,becomingsubmergedin,thebankofvapour。And,incontemplatingthespectacle,Iseemedactuallytobeabletohearthecruel,hissingdinofcombatbetweenredandblack,andtoseepale,frightenedrabbitsscuddingfromunderneaththerootsoftreesamidshowersofsparks,andpanting,half-suffocatedbirdsflutteringwildlyamidthebranchesasfurtherandfurtherafield,andmoreandmoretriumphantly,thescarletdragonunfurleditswings,andconsumedthedarkness,anddevouredtherain-soakedtimber。

  Presentlyfromthedark,blurreddoorwayinthewallofthewashhousethereemergedadarkfigurewhichwentflittingawayamongthetrees,whileafteritsomeonecalledinasharp,incisivewhisper:

  “Donotforget。YouMUSTcome。“

  “Oh,Ishallbeonlytooglad!“

  “Verywell。Inthemorningthelamewomanshallcalluponyou。

  Doyouhear?“

  Andasthewomandisappearedfromviewtheotherpersonsaunteredacrossthegarden,andscaledthefencewithaclatter。

  ThatnightIcouldnotsleep,but,untildawn,laywatchingtheburningforestasgraduallythewearymoondeclined,andthelampofVenus,coldandgreenasanemerald,cameintoviewoverthecrossesonthePrince’sChurch。IndeedwasthelatterafittingplaceforVenustoillumineifreallyithadbeenthecasethatthePrinceandPrincesshad“passedtheirlivesinkindly,unchanginglove“!

  Gradually,thedewclearedthetreesofthenightdarkness,andcausedthedamp,greyfoliagetosmileoncemorewithaniseedandredraspberry,andtosparklewiththegoldoftheirmildew。

  Also,therecamehoveringaboutusgoldfincheswiththeirlittlered-hoodedcrests,andfussytomtitsintheircravatsofyellow,whileanimble,dark,bluewoodpeckerscaledthestemofanappletree。Andeverywhere,yellowleavesflutteredtoearth,and,indoingso,socloselyresembledbirdsastomakeitnotalwayseasytodistinguishwhetheraleaforatomtithadglimmeredforamomentintheair。

  Gubinawoke,sighed,andwithhisgnarledknucklesgavehispuffyeyesarub。Thenheraisedhimselfuponall-fours,and,crawling,muchdishevelledwithsleep,outofthewatchman’shut,snuffedtheairaprocessinwhichhismovementsapproximatedcomicallytothoseofakeen-nosedwatch-dog。

  Finallyherosetohisfeet,and,intheact,shookoneofthetreessoviolentlyastocauseaboughtosheditsburdenofripefruit,anddispersetheappleshitherandthitheroverthedrysurfaceoftheground,orcausethemtoburythemselvesamongthelonggrass。Threeofthejuiciestappleshedulyrecovered,and,afterexaminationoftheirexterior,probedwithhisteeth,whilekickingawayfromhimasmanyoftheremainderashecoulddescry。

  “Whyspoilthoseapples?“Iqueried“Oh,soyouareNOTasleep?“hecounteredwithanodofhismelon-shapedcranium。“Asamatteroffact,afewappleswon’tbemissed,fortherearetoomanyofthemabout。Myownfatheritwasthatplantedthetreeswhichhavegrownthem。“

  Then,turninguponmeakeen,good-humouredeye,andchuckling,headded:

  “WhataboutthatNadezhda?Ah,sheisacleverwomanindeed!

  YetIhaveasurpriseinstoreforherandherlover。“

  “Whyshouldyouhave?“

  “BecauseIdesiretobenefitmankindatlarge“thiswassaiddidactically,andwithafrown。“For,nomatterwhereIdetectevilorunderhandedness,itismyduty——Ifeelittobemyduty——

  toexposethatevil,andtolayitbare。Thereexistpeoplewhoneedtobetaughtalesson,andtowhomIlongtocry:’Sinnersthatyouare,doyouleadmorerighteouslives!’“

  Frombehindsomecloudsthesunwasrisingwithadiskasmurkyandmournfulasthefaceofanailingchild。Itwasasthoughhewerefeelingconsciousthathehaddoneamissinsolongdelayingtoshedlightupontheworld,insolongdallyingonhisbedofsoftcloudsamidthesmokeoftheforestfire。Butgraduallythecheeringbeamssuffusedthegardenthroughout,andevokedfromtheripeningfruitanintoxicatingwaveofscentinwhichtherecouldbedistinguishedalsothebracingbreathofautumn。

  Simultaneouslythereroseintothesky,inthewakeofthesun,adensestratumofcloudwhich,blueandsnow-whiteincolour,laywithitssofthummocksreflectedinthecalmOka,andsowroughtthereinasecondaryfirmamentasprofoundandimpalpableasitsoriginal。

  “Nowthen,Makar!“wasGubin’scommand,andoncemoreIpostedmyselfatthebottomofthewell。Aboutthreesazheniindepth,andlinedwithcold,dampmudtoabovethelevelofmymiddle,theorificewaschargedwithastiflingodourbothofrottenwoodandofsomethingmoreintolerablestill。Also,wheneverI

  hadfilledthepailwithmud,andthenemptieditintothebucketandshouted“Rightaway!“thebucketwouldstartswingingagainstmypersonandbumpingit,asunwillinglyitwentaloft,andthereafterdischargeuponmyheadandshouldersclotsoffilthanddrippingsofwater——meanwhilescreening,withitscircularbottom,theglowingsunandnowscarcevisiblestars。Inpassing,thespectacleofthosestars’waningbothpainedandcheeredme,foritmeantthatforacompanioninthefirmamenttheynowhadthesun。Henceitwasuntilmyneckfeltalmostfractured,andmyspineandthenapeofmyneckwereachingasthoughclampedinacastofplasterofparis,thatI

  keptmyeyesturnedaloft。Yes,anythingtogainasightofthestars!FromthemIcouldnotremovemyvision,fortheyseemedtoexhibittheheavensinanewguise,andtoconveytomethejoyfultidingsthatintheskytherewaspresentalsothesun。

  Yetthough,meanwhile,Itriedtoponderonsomethinggreat,I

  neverfailedtofindmyselfcherishingtheabsurd,obstinateapprehensionthatsoontheBirkinswouldleavetheirbeds,enterthecourtyard,andhaveNadezhdabetrayedtothembyGubin。

  Andthroughouttherekeptdescendingtomefromabovethelatter’sinarticulate,asitweredamp-sodden,observations。

  “Anotherrat!“Iheardhimexclaim。“Tothinkthatthosetwofellows,menofmoney,shouldneglectfortwowholeyearstocleanouttheirwell!Why,whatcanthebruteshavebeendrinkingmeanwhile?Lookoutbelow,you!“

  Andoncemore,withacreakingofthepulley,thebucketwoulddescend——bumpingandthuddingagainsttheliningofthewellasitdidso,andbespatteringafreshmyheadandshoulderswithitsfilth。Rightlyspeaking,theBirkinsoughttohaveclearedoutthewellthemselves!

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