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〃That is my secret。〃

〃Mind you are not caught 。 。 。 six paces; you know!〃

〃Doctor; I shall expect you to…morrow at four o'clock。  The horses will be ready 。 。 。  Good… bye。〃

I remained in the house until the evening; with my door locked。  A manservant came to invite me to Princess Ligovski's  I bade him say that I was ill。

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Two o'clock in the morning。 。 。  I cannot sleep。 。 。  Yet sleep is what I need; if I am to have a steady hand to…morrow。  However; at six paces it is difficult to miss。  Aha! Mr。 Grushnit… ski; your wiles will not succeed! 。 。 。  We shall exchange roles: now it is I who shall have to seek the signs of latent terror upon your pallid countenance。  Why have you yourself appointed these fatal six paces?  Think you that I will tamely expose my forehead to your aim? 。 。 。

No; we shall cast lots。 。 。  And then  then  what if his luck should prevail?  If my star at length should betray me? 。 。 。  And little wonder if it did: it has so long and faithfully served my caprices。

Well?  If I must die; I must!  The loss to the world will not be great; and I myself am already downright weary of everything。  I am like a guest at a ball; who yawns but does not go home to bed; simply because his carriage has not come for him。 But now the carriage is here。 。 。  Good…bye! 。 。 。

My whole past life I live again in memory; and; involuntarily; I ask myself: 'why have I lived  for what purpose was I born?' 。 。 。  A purpose there must have been; and; surely; mine was an exalted destiny; because I feel that within my soul are powers immeasurable。 。 。  But I was not able to discover that destiny; I allowed myself to be carried away by the allurements of passions; inane and ignoble。  From their crucible I issued hard and cold as iron; but gone for ever was the glow of noble aspirations  the fairest flower of life。  And; from that time forth; how often have I not played the part of an axe in the hands of fate!  Like an implement of punishment; I have fallen upon the head of doomed victims; often without malice; always without pity。 。 。  To none has my love brought happiness; because I have never sacrificed anything for the sake of those I have loved: for myself alone I have loved  for my own pleasure。  I have only satisfied the strange craving of my heart; greedily draining their feelings; their tenderness; their joys; their sufferings  and I have never been able to sate myself。  I am like one who; spent with hunger; falls asleep in exhaustion and sees before him sumptuous viands and sparkling wines; he de… vours with rapture the aerial gifts of the imagina… tion; and his pains seem somewhat assuaged。  Let him but awake: the vision vanishes  twofold hunger and despair remain!

And to…morrow; it may be; I shall die! 。 。 。 And there will not be left on earth one being who has understood me completely。  Some will con… sider me worse; others; better; than I have been in reality。 。 。  Some will say: 'he was a good fellow'; others: 'a villain。'  And both epithets will be false。  After all this; is life worth the trouble?  And yet we live  out of curiosity! We expect something new。 。 。  How absurd; and yet how vexatious!



CHAPTER XIX

IT is now a month and a half since I have been in the N Fortress。

Maksim Maksimych is out hunting。 。 。  I am alone。  I am sitting by the window。  Grey clouds have covered the mountains to the foot; the sun appears through the mist as a yellow spot。  It is cold; the wind is whistling and rocking the shutters。 。 。  I am bored! 。 。 。  I will continue my diary which has been interrupted by so many strange events。

I read the last page over: how ridiculous it seems! 。 。 。  I thought to die; it was not to be。 I have not yet drained the cup of suffering; and now I feel that I still have long to live。

How clearly and how sharply have all these bygone events been stamped upon my memory! Time has not effaced a single line; a single shade。

I remember that during the night preceding the duel I did not sleep a single moment。  I was not able to write for long: a secret uneasiness took possession of me。  For about an hour I paced the room; then I sat down and opened a novel by Walter Scott which was lying on my table。  It was 〃The Scottish Puritans。〃'1'  At first I read with an effort; then; carried away by the magical fiction; I became oblivious of every… thing else。


'1' None of the Waverley novels; of course; bears this title。 The novel referred to is doubtless 〃Old Mortality;〃 on which Bellini's opera; 〃I Puritani di Scozia;〃 is founded。


At last day broke。  My nerves became com… posed。  I looked in the glass: a dull pallor covered my face; which preserved the traces of harassing sleeplessness; but my eyes; although encircled by a brownish shadow; glittered proudly and inexorably。  I was satisfied with myself。

I ordered the horses to be saddled; dressed my… self; and ran down to the baths。  Plunging into the cold; sparkling water of the Narzan Spring; I felt my bodily and mental powers returning。  I left the baths as fresh and hearty as if I was off to a ball。  After that; who shall say that the soul is not dependent upon the body! 。 。 。

On my return; I found the doctor at my rooms。 He was wearing grey riding…breeches; a jacket and a Circassian cap。  I burst out laughing when I saw that little figure under the enormous shaggy cap。  Werner has a by no means warlike counte… nance; and on that occasion it was even longer than usual。

〃Why so sad; doctor?〃 I said to him。  〃Have you not a hundred times; with the greatest indifference; escorted people to the other world? Imagine that I have a bilious fever: I may get well; also; I may die; both are in the usual course of things。  Try to look on me as a patient; afflicted with an illness with which you are still unfamiliar  and then your curiosity will be aroused in the highest degree。  You can now make a few important physiological observations upon me。 。 。  Is not the expectation of a violent death itself a real illness?〃

The doctor was struck by that idea; and he brightened up。

We mounted our horses。  Werner clung on to his bridle with both hands; and we set off。  In a trice we had galloped past the fortress; through the village; and had ridden into the gorge。  Our winding road was half…overgrown with tall grass and was intersected every moment by a noisy brook; which we had to ford; to the great despair of the doctor; because each time his horse would stop in the water。

A morning more fresh and blue I cannot remember!  The sun had scarce shown his face from behind the green summits; and the blending of the first warmth of his rays with the dying coolness of the night produced on all my feelings a sort of sweet languor。  The joyous beam of the young day had not yet penetrated the gorge; it gilded only the tops of the cliffs which overhung us on both sides。  The tufted shrubs; growing in the deep crevices of the cliffs; besprinkled us with a silver shower at the least breath of wind。  I remember that on that occasion I loved Nature more than ever before。  With what curiosity did I examine every dewdrop trembling upon the broad vine leaf and reflecting millions of rainbow… 
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