The Complete Novels of Fyodor Dostoyevsky. Fyodor Dostoyevsky
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Название: The Complete Novels of Fyodor Dostoyevsky
Автор: Fyodor Dostoyevsky
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Sitting opposite Tatyana Ivanovna, he seemed not himself, he could not look indifferent, he shifted in his seat, turned as red as a crab, and rolled his eyes fearfully, particularly when my uncle began trying to console Tatyana Ivanovna. The fat man was absolutely beside himself, and growled like a bulldog when it is teased. My uncle looked at him apprehensively. At last Tatyana Ivanovna, noticing the extraordinary state o’f mind of her vis-a-vis, began watching him intently; then she looked at us, smiled, and all at once picking up her parasol gracefully gave Mr. Bahtcheyev a light tap on the shoulder.
“Crazy fellow!” she said with a most enchanting playfulness, and at once hid her face in her fan.
This sally was the last straw.
“Wha-a-at?” roared the fat man. “What’s that, madam? So you are after me now!”
“Crazy fellow! crazy fellow!” repeated Tatyana Ivanovna, and she suddenly burst out laughing and clapped her hands.
“Stop!” cried Bahtcheyev to the coachman, “stop!”
We stopped. Bahtcheyev opened the door, and hurriedly began clambering out of the carriage.
“Why, what is the matter, Stepan Alexyevitch? Where are you off to?” cried my uncle in astonishment.
“No, I have had enough of it,” answered the fat man, trembling with indignation. “Deuce take it all! I am too old, madam, to be besieged with amours. I would rather die on the high road! Goodbye, madam. Comment vous portez-vous?”
And he actually began walking on foot. The carriage followed him at a walking pace.
“Stepan Alexyevitch!” cried my uncle, losing all patience at last. “Don’t play the fool, come, get in! Why, it’s time we were home.”
“Bother you!” Stepan Alexyevitch brought out, breathless with walking, for owing to his corpulence he had quite lost the habit of exercise.
“Drive on full speed,” Mizintchikov shouted to the coachman.
“What are you doing? Stop!” my uncle cried out as the carriage dashed on.
Mizintchikov was not out in his reckoning, the desired result followed at once.
“Stop! Stop!” we heard a despairing wail behind us. “Stop, you ruffian! Stop, you cut-throat …”
The fat man came into sight at Inst, half dead with exhaustion, with drops of sweat on his brow, untying his cravat and taking off his cap. Silently and gloomily he got into the carriage, and this time I gave him my seat; he was not anyway sitting directly opposite Tatyana Ivanovna, who all through this scene had been gushing with laughter and clapping her hands. She could not look gravely at Stepan Alexyevitch all the rest of the journey. He for his part sat without uttering a single word all the way home, staring intently at the hind wheel of the carriage.
It was midday when we got back to Stepantchikovo. I went straight to my lodge, where Gavrila immediately made his appearance with tea. I flew to question the old man, but my uncle walked in almost on his heels and promptly sent him away.
CHAPTER II
NEW DEVELOPMENTS
“I HAVE come to you for a minute, dear boy,” he began, “I was in haste to tell you. … I have heard all about everything. None of them have even been to mass to-day, except Ilyusha, Sasha and Nastenka. They tell me mamma has been in convulsions. They have been rubbing her, it was all they could do to bring her to by rubbing. Now it has been settled for us all to go together to Foma, and I have been summoned. Only I don’t know whether to congratulate Forna on the nameday or not — it’s an important point! And in fact how are they going to take this whole episode? It’s awful, Seryozha, I foresee it…
“On the contrary, uncle,” I hastened in my turn to reply, “everything is settling itself splendidly. You see you can’t marry Tatyana Ivanovna now — that’s a great deal in itself. I wanted to make that clear to you on our way.”
“Oh, yes, my dear boy. But that’s not the point; there is the hand of Providence in it no doubt, as you say, but I wasn’t thinking of that… . Poor Tatyana Ivanovna! What adventures happen to her, though! … Obnoskin’s a scoundrel, a scoundrel! Though why do I call him ‘a scoundrel’? Shouldn’t I have been doing the same if I married her? … But that, again, is not what I have come about… . Did you hear what that wretch Anfisa Petrovna shouted about Nastenka this morning?”
“Yes, uncle. Haven’t you realised now that you must make haste?”
“Certainly, at all costs!” answered my uncle. “It is a solemn moment. Only there is one thing, dear boy, which we did not think of, but I was thinking of it afterwards all night. Will she marry me, that’s the point?”
“Mercy on us, uncle! After she told you herself that she loves you …”
“But, my dear boy, you know she also said at once that nothing would induce her to marry me.”
“Oh, uncle, that’s only words; besides, circumstances are different to-day.”
“Do you think so? No, Sergey, my boy, it’s a delicate business, dreadfully delicate! H’m… . But do you know, though I was worrying, yet my heart was somehow aching with happiness all night. Well, goodbye, I must fly. They are waiting for me; I am late as it is. I only ran in to have a word with you. Oh, my God!” he cried, coming back, “I have forgotten what is most important! Do you know what? I have written to him, to Foma!”
“When?”
“In the night, and in the morning, at daybreak, I sent the letter by Vidoplyasov. I put it all before him on two sheets of paper, I told him everything truthfully and frankly, in short that I ought, that is, absolutely must — do you understand — make Nastenka an offer. I besought him not to say a word about our meeting in the garden, and I have appealed to all the generosity of his heart to help me with mamma. I wrote a poor letter, of course, my boy, but I wrote it from my heart and, so to say, watered it with my tears. …”
“Well? No answer?”
“So far no; only this morning when we were getting ready to set off, I met him in the hall in night attire, in slippers and nightcap — -he sleeps in a nightcap — he had come out of his room. He didn’t say a word, he didn’t even glance at me. I peeped up into his face, not a sign.”
“Uncle, don’t rely on him; he’ll play you some dirty trick.”
“No, no, my boy, don’t say so!” cried my uncle, gesticulating. “I am sure of him. Besides, you know, it’s my last hope. He will understand, he’ll appreciate it. He’s peevish, he’s capricious, I don’t deny it; but when it comes to a question of nobility, then he shines out like a pearl… . Yes, like a pearl. You think all that, Sergey, because you have never seen him yet when he is most noble СКАЧАТЬ