THE COMPLETE NOVELLAS & SHORT STORIES OF FYODOR DOSTOYEVSKY. Fyodor Dostoyevsky

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      “Oh, yes! But still….”

      Well, this is an entertainment, it is a fine show, I must say! If it has come to this down here, what can one expect on the surface? But what a queer business! I went on listening, however, though with extreme indignation.

       “Yes, I should like a taste of life! Yes, you know … I should like a taste of life.” I heard a new voice suddenly somewhere in the space between the general and the irritable lady.

      “Do you hear, your Excellency, our friend is at the same game again. For three days at a time he says nothing, and then he bursts out with ‘I should like a taste of life, yes, a taste of life!’ And with such appetite, he-he!”

      “And such frivolity.”

      “It gets hold of him, your Excellency, and do you know, he is growing sleepy, quite sleepy — he has been here since April; and then all of a sudden ‘I should like a taste of life!’”

      “It is rather dull, though,” observed his Excellency.

      “It is, your Excellency. Shall we tease Avdotya Ignatyevna again, he-he?”

      “No, spare me, please. I can’t endure that quarrelsome virago.”

      “And I can’t endure either of you,” cried the virago disdainfully. “You are both of you bores and can’t tell me anything ideal. I know one little story about you, your Excellency — don’t turn up your nose, please — how a manservant swept you out from under a married couple’s bed one morning.”

      “Nasty woman,” the general muttered through his teeth.

      “Avdotya Ignatyevna, ma’am,” the shopkeeper wailed suddenly again, “my dear lady, don’t be angry, but tell me, am I going through the ordeal by torment now, or is it something else?”

      “Ah, he is at it again, as I expected! For there’s a smell from him which means he is turning round!”

      “I am not turning round, ma’am, and there’s no particular smell from me, for I’ve kept my body whole as it should be, while you’re regularly high. For the smell is really horrible even for a place like this. I don’t speak of it, merely from politeness.”

      “Ah, you horrid, insulting wretch! He positively stinks and talks about me.”

      “Oh-ho-ho-ho! If only the time for my requiem would come quickly: I should hear their tearful voices over my head, my wife’s lament and my children’s soft weeping!…”

      “Well, that’s a thing to fret for! They’ll stuff themselves with funeral rice and go home…. Oh, I wish somebody would wake up!”

      “Avdotya Ignatyevna,” said the insinuating government clerk, “wait a bit, the new arrivals will speak.”

      “And are there any young people among them?”

      “Yes, there are, Avdotya Ignatyevna. There are some not more than lads.”

      “Oh, how welcome that would be!”

      “Haven’t they begun yet?” inquired his Excellency.

      “Even those who came the day before yesterday haven’t awakened yet, your Excellency. As you know, they sometimes don’t speak for a week. It’s a good job that to-day and yesterday and the day before they brought a whole lot. As it is, they are all last year’s for seventy feet round.”

      “Yes, it will be interesting.”

      “Yes, your Excellency, they buried Tarasevitch, the privy councillor, to-day. I knew it from the voices. I know his nephew, he helped to lower the coffin just now.”

      “Hm, where is he, then?”

      “Five steps from you, your Excellency, on the left…. Almost at your feet. You should make his acquaintance, your Excellency.”

      “Hm, no — it’s not for me to make advances.”

      “Oh, he will begin of himself, your Excellency. He will be flattered. Leave it to me, your Excellency, and I….”

      “Oh, oh! … What is happening to me?” croaked the frightened voice of a new arrival.

      “A new arrival, your Excellency, a new arrival, thank God! And how quick he’s been! Sometimes they don’t say a word for a week.”

      “Oh, I believe it’s a young man!” Avdotya Ignatyevna cried shrilly.

      “I … I … it was a complication, and so sudden!” faltered the young man again. “Only the evening before, Schultz said to me, ‘There’s a complication,’ and I died suddenly before morning. Oh! oh!”

      “Well, there’s no help for it, young man,” the general observed graciously, evidently pleased at a new arrival. “You must be comforted. You are kindly welcome to our Vale of Jehoshaphat, so to call it. We are kindhearted people, you will come to know us and appreciate us. Major-General Vassili Vassilitch Pervoyedov, at your service.”

      “Oh, no, no! Certainly not! I was at Schultz’s; I had a complication, you know, at first it was my chest and a cough, and then I caught a cold: my lungs and influenza … and all of a sudden, quite unexpectedly … the worst of all was its being so unexpected.”

      “You say it began with the chest,” the government clerk put in suavely, as though he wished to reassure the new arrival.

      “Yes, my chest and catarrh and then no catarrh, but still the chest, and I couldn’t breathe … and you know….”

      “I know, I know. But if it was the chest you ought to have gone to Ecke and not to Schultz.”

      “You know, I kept meaning to go to Botkin’s, and all at once….”

      “Botkin is quite prohibitive,” observed the general.

      “Oh, no, he is not forbidding at all; I’ve heard he is so attentive and foretells everything beforehand.”

      “His Excellency was referring to his fees,” the government clerk corrected him.

      “Oh, not at all, he only asks three roubles, and he makes such an examination, and gives you a prescription … and I was very anxious to see him, for I have been told…. Well, gentlemen, had I better go to Ecke or to Botkin?”

      “What? To whom?” The general’s corpse shook with agreeable laughter. The government clerk echoed it in falsetto.

      “Dear boy, dear, delightful boy, how I love you!” Avdotya Ignatyevna squealed ecstatically. “I wish they had put some one like you next to me.”

      No, that was too much! And these were the dead of our times! Still, I ought to listen to more and not be in too great a hurry to draw conclusions. That snivelling new arrival — I remember him just now in his coffin — had the expression of a frightened chicken, the most revolting expression in the world! However, let us wait and see.

       But what happened next was such a Bedlam that I could not keep it all in my СКАЧАТЬ