The Jew and Other Stories. Ivan Sergeevich Turgenev

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      Ivanov ran off.

      We were not admitted to the general's presence. In vain I begged, persuaded, swore even, at last … in vain, poor Sara tore her hair and rushed at the sentinels; they would not let us pass.

      Sara looked wildly round, clutched her head in both hands, and ran at breakneck pace towards the open country, to her father. I followed her. Every one stared at us, wondering.

      We ran up to the soldiers. They were standing in a ring, and picture it, gentlemen! they were laughing, laughing at poor Girshel. I flew into a rage and shouted at them. The Jew saw us and fell on his daughter's neck. Sara clung to him passionately.

      The poor wretch imagined he was pardoned. … He was just beginning to thank me … I turned away.

      'Your honour,' he shrieked and wrung his hands; 'I'm not pardoned?'

      I did not speak.

      'No?'

      'No.'

      'Your honour,' he began muttering; 'look, your honour, look … she, this girl, see—you know—she's my daughter.'

      'I know,' I answered, and turned away again.

      'Your honour,' he shrieked, 'I never went away from the tent! I wouldn't for anything … '

      He stopped, and closed his eyes for an instant. … 'I wanted your money, your honour, I must own … but not for anything. … '

      I was silent. Girshel was loathsome to me, and she too, his accomplice. …

      'But now, if you save me,' the Jew articulated in a whisper, 'I'll command her … I … do you understand? … everything … I'll go to every length. … '

      He was trembling like a leaf, and looking about him hurriedly. Sara silently and passionately embraced him.

      The adjutant came up to us.

      'Cornet,' he said to me; 'his Excellency has given me orders to place you under arrest. And you … ' he motioned the soldiers to the Jew … 'quickly.'

      Siliavka went up to the Jew.

      'Fiodor Karlitch,' I said to the adjutant (five soldiers had come with him); 'tell them, at least, to take away that poor girl. … '

      'Of course. Certainly.'

      The unhappy girl was scarcely conscious. Girshel was muttering something to her in Yiddish. …

      The soldiers with difficulty freed Sara from her father's arms, and carefully carried her twenty steps away. But all at once she broke from their arms and rushed towards Girshel. … Siliavka stopped her. Sara pushed him away; her face was covered with a faint flush, her eyes flashed, she stretched out her arms.

      'So may you be accursed,' she screamed in German; 'accursed, thrice accursed, you and all the hateful breed of you, with the curse of Dathan and Abiram, the curse of poverty and sterility and violent, shameful death! May the earth open under your feet, godless, pitiless, bloodthirsty dogs. … '

      Her head dropped back … she fell to the ground. … They lifted her up and carried her away.

      The soldiers took Girshel under his arms. I saw then why it was they had been laughing at the Jew when I ran up from the camp with Sara. He was really ludicrous, in spite of all the horror of his position. The intense anguish of parting with life, his daughter, his family, showed itself in the Jew in such strange and grotesque gesticulations, shrieks, and wriggles that we all could not help smiling, though it was horrible—intensely horrible to us too. The poor wretch was half dead with terror. …

      'Oy! oy! oy!' he shrieked: 'oy … wait! I've something to tell you … a lot to tell you. Mr. Under-sergeant, you know me. I'm an agent, an honest agent. Don't hold me; wait a minute, a little minute, a tiny minute—wait! Let me go; I'm a poor Hebrew. Sara … where is Sara? Oh, I know, she's at his honour the quarter-lieutenant's.' (God knows why he bestowed such an unheard-of grade upon me.) 'Your honour the quarter-lieutenant, I'm not going away from the tent.' (The soldiers were taking hold of Girshel … he uttered a deafening shriek, and wriggled out of their hands.) 'Your Excellency, have pity on the unhappy father of a family. I'll give you ten golden pieces, fifteen I'll give, your Excellency! … ' (They dragged him to the birch-tree.) 'Spare me! have mercy! your honour the quarter-lieutenant! your Excellency, the general and commander-in-chief!'

      They put the noose on the Jew. … I shut my eyes and rushed away.

      I remained for a fortnight under arrest. I was told that the widow of the luckless Girshel came to fetch away the clothes of the deceased. The general ordered a hundred roubles to be given to her. Sara I never saw again. I was wounded; I was taken to the hospital, and by the time I was well again, Dantzig had surrendered, and I joined my regiment on the banks of the Rhine.

AN UNHAPPY GIRL

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      Yes, yes, began Piotr Gavrilovitch; those were painful days … and I would rather not recall them. … But I have made you a promise; I shall have to tell you the whole story. Listen.

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      I was living at that time (the winter of 1835) in Moscow, in the house of my aunt, the sister of my dead mother. I was eighteen; I had only just passed from the second into the third course in the faculty 'of Language' (that was what it was called in those days) in the Moscow University. My aunt was a gentle, quiet woman—a widow. She lived in a big, wooden house in Ostozhonka, one of those warm, cosy houses such as, I fancy, one can find nowhere else but in Moscow. She saw hardly any one, sat from morning till night in the drawing-room with two companions, drank the choicest tea, played patience, and was continually requesting that the room should be fumigated. Thereupon her companions ran into the hall; a few minutes later an old servant in livery would bring in a copper pan with a bunch of mint on a hot brick, and stepping hurriedly upon the narrow strips of carpet, he would sprinkle the mint with vinegar. White fumes always puffed up about his wrinkled face, and he frowned and turned away, while the canaries in the dining-room chirped their hardest, exasperated by the hissing of the smouldering mint.

      I was fatherless and motherless, and my aunt spoiled me. She placed the whole of the ground floor at my complete disposal. My rooms were furnished very elegantly, not at all like a student's rooms in fact: there were pink curtains in the bedroom, and a muslin canopy, adorned with blue rosettes, towered over my bed. Those rosettes were, I'll own, rather an annoyance to me; to my thinking, such 'effeminacies' were calculated to lower me in the eyes of my companions. As it was, they nicknamed me 'the boarding-school miss.' I could never succeed in forcing myself to smoke. I studied—why conceal my shortcomings?—very lazily, especially at the beginning of the course. I went out a great deal. My aunt had bestowed on me a wide sledge, fit for a general, with a pair of sleek horses. At the houses of 'the gentry' my visits were rare, but at the theatre I was quite at home, and I consumed masses of tarts at the restaurants. For all that, I permitted myself no breach of decorum, and behaved very discreetly, en jeune homme de bonne maison. I would not for anything in the world СКАЧАТЬ