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the calash-第3章

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〃Your excellency will make the acquaintance of the mistress of the

house。〃



〃That will be most agreeable to me;〃 said the general; twirling his

moustache。



Tchertokoutski was firmly resolved to return home at once in order to

make all necessary preparations in good time。 He had already taken his

hat; but a strange fatality caused him to remain for some time at the

general's。 The card tables had been set out; and all the company;

separating into groups of four; scattered itself about the room。

Lights were brought in。 Tchertokoutski did not know whether he ought

to sit down to whist。 But as the officers invited him; he thought that

the rules of good breeding obliged him to accept。 He sat down。 I do

not know how a glass of punch found itself at his elbow; but he drank

it off without thinking。 After playing two rubbers; he found another

glass close to his hand which he drank off in the same way; though not

without remarking:



〃It is really time for me to go; gentlemen。〃



He began to play a fresh rubber。 However; the conversation which was

going on in every corner of the room took an especial turn。 Those who

were playing whist were quiet enough; but the others talked a great

deal。 A captain had taken up his position on a sofa; and leaning

against a cushion; pipe in mouth; he captivated the attention of a

circle of guests gathered about him by his eloquent narrative of

amorous adventures。 A very stout gentleman whose arms were so short

that they looked like two potatoes hanging by his sides; listened to

him with a very satisfied expression; and from time to time exerted

himself to pull his tobacco…pouch out of his coat…tail pocket。 A

somewhat brisk discussion on cavalry drill had arisen in another

corner; and Tchertokoutski; who had twice already played a knave for a

king; mingled in the conversation by calling out from his place: 〃In

what year?〃 or 〃What regiment?〃 without noticing that very often his

question had no application whatever。 At length; a few minutes before

supper; play came to an end。 Tchertokoutski could remember that he had

won a great deal; but he did not take up his winnings; and after

rising stood for some time in the position of a man who has no

handkerchief in his pocket。



They sat down to supper。 As might be expected; wine was not lacking;

and Tchertokoutski kept involuntarily filling his glass with it; for

he was surrounded with bottles。 A lengthy conversation took place at

table; but the guests carried it on after a strange fashion。 A

colonel; who had served in 1812; described a battle which had never

taken place; and besides; no one ever could make out why he took a

cork and stuck it into a pie。 They began to break…up at three in the

morning。 The coachmen were obliged to take several of them in their

arms like bundles; and Tchertokoutski himself; despite his

aristocratic pride; bowed so low to the company; that he took home two

thistles in his moustache。



The coachman who drove him home found every one asleep。 He routed out;

after some trouble; the valet; who; after having ushered his master

through the hall; handed him over to a maid…servant。 Tchertokoutski

followed her as well as he could to the best room; and stretched

himself beside his pretty young wife; who was sleeping in a night…gown

as white as snow。 The shock of her husband falling on the bed awoke

hershe stretched out her arms; opened her eyes; closed them quickly;

and then opened them again quite wide; with a half…vexed air。 Seeing

that her husband did not pay the slightest attention to her; she

turned over on the other side; rested her fresh and rosy cheek on her

hand; and went to sleep again。



It was latethat is; according to country customswhen the lady

awoke again。 Her husband was snoring more loudly than ever。 She

recollected that he had come home at four o'clock; and not wishing to

awaken him; got up alone; and put on her slippers; which her husband

had had sent for her from St。 Petersburg; and a white dressing…gown

which fell about her like the waters of a fountain。 Then she passed

into her dressing…room; and after washing in water as fresh as

herself; went to her toilet table。 She looked at herself twice in the

glass; and thought she looked very pretty that morning。 This

circumstance; a very insignificant one apparently; caused her to stay

two hours longer than usual before her glass。 She dressed herself very

tastefully and went into the garden。



The weather was splendid: it was one of the finest days of the summer。

The sun; which had almost reached the meridian; shed its most ardent

rays; but a pleasant coolness reigned under the leafy arcades; and the

flowers; warmed by the sun; exhaled their sweetest perfume。 The pretty

mistress of the house had quite forgotten that it was noon at least;

and that her husband was still asleep。 Already she heard the snores of

two coachmen and a groom; who were taking their siesta in the stable;

after having dined copiously。 But she was still sitting in a bower

from which the deserted high road could be seen; when all at once her

attention was caught by a light cloud of dust rising in the distance。

After looking at it for some moments; she ended by making out several

vehicles; closely following one another。 First came a light calash;

with two places; in which was the general; wearing his large and

glittering epaulettes; with the colonel。 This was followed by another

with four places; containing the captain; the aide…de…camp and two

lieutenants。 Further on; came the celebrated regimental vehicle; the

present owner of which was the major; and behind that another in which

were packed five officers; one on his comrade's knees; the procession

being closed by three more on three fine bays。



〃Are they coming here?〃 thought the mistress of the house。 〃Good

heavens; yes! they are leaving the main road。〃



She gave a cry; clasped her hands; and ran straight across the

flower…beds to her bedroom; where her husband was still sleeping

soundly。



〃Get up! get up! get up at once;〃 she cried; pulling him by the arm。



〃Whatwhat's the matter?〃 murmured Tchertokoutski; stretching his

limbs without opening his eyes。



〃Get up; get up。 Visitors have come; do you hear? visitors。〃



〃Visitors; what visitors?〃 After saying these words he uttered a

little plaintive grunt like that of a sucking calf: 〃M…m…m。 Let me

kiss you。〃



〃My dear; get up at once; for heaven's sake。 The general has come with

all his officers。 Ah! goodness; you have got a thistle in your

moustache。〃



〃The general! Has he come already? But why the deuce did not they wake

me? And the dinner; is the dinner ready?〃



〃What dinner?〃



〃But haven't I ordered a dinner?〃



〃A dinner! You got home at four o'clock in the morning and you did not

answer a single word to all my questions。 I did not wake you; since

you had so little sleep。〃



Tchertokoutski; his eyes staring out of his head; r
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