Chapter 33 Chapter 05

Next morning Nellie said something rather strange when she told me about the visit I had had the day before.Then again, it was strange enough that Masloboyev should have thought of a visit that evening: he knew I was not at home; I told him this myself the last time we met, and I remember it perfectly.Nellie said she didn't want to open the door for him at first because she was afraid: it was already eight o'clock in the evening, but he begged her deadpan through the door, saying what? So if he doesn't leave me a note now, tomorrow I don't know why.After she let him in, he immediately wrote a note, walked up to her, and sat down on the sofa beside her. "I got up and didn't want to talk to him,"

Nellie said, "I was afraid of him; and he told me about Bubnova, that she was angry now, but she was too afraid to call me back now, and then he began to praise you; He is your good friend and has known you since childhood. So I told you He started talking.He took out the candy and let me take it as I wanted; I didn't want it; he tried to persuade me that he was a good man and could sing and dance; after that, he immediately stood up and started dancing.I find it quite amusing.Later he said that he Sit for a little while--when Vanya comes back, maybe he will--then he's trying to persuade me, don't be afraid, just sit down next to him.I sat down; but I didn't want to say anything to him.So he told me that he knew

Mom and Grandpa, so... I started talking.He sat for a long time. " "What the hell did you say?" "Speaking of Mama...said Bubnova...said Grandpa. He sat for about two hours." Nellie didn't seem willing to tell me what the hell they were talking about.I didn't ask further, hoping to find out everything from Masloboyev later.But I always feel that Masloboyev did it on purpose, deliberately taking advantage of my absence to let Nellie I went to see her when she was home, "What's he doing that for?" I thought. She showed me the three candies he gave her.It was a very bad fruit jelly candy wrapped in red and green paper, probably bought from a vegetable store.Nellie smiled when she showed me the candy.

"This candy, why don't you eat it?" I asked. "I don't want to," she replied solemnly, frowning. "I didn't take his; he forced it on the couch..." I am going to many places today.I started to say goodbye to Nellie. "Are you bored alone?" I asked her before leaving. "It's boring and not boring. It's because you've been out for too long." After she finished speaking, she looked at me affectionately.This morning, she has been looking at me with very gentle eyes, looking very happy and very kind, and at the same time she has a shy, even timid look on her, as if she is afraid to say something.

What makes me unhappy, like losing my good opinion of her... And I'm afraid I've said too much, I'm ashamed to answer. "Why are you not bored? Didn't you say 'both boring and not boring'?" I couldn't help smiling at her and asked, and I felt that she became more and more amiable and lovely. "I know why in my heart," she replied with a sweet smile, as if she was shy about something.We stood in the doorway, stood by the open door and talked.Nellie stood before me with her head bowed, one hand on my shoulder, The other hand tugged at the sleeve of my blouse.

"What, it's a secret?" I asked. "No...it's nothing...I—while you were away, I started reading your book," she whispered, her face flushed, raising her gentle but piercing eyes to me. "Ah, that's it! Why, do you like it?'" I am the author of the book, and I am embarrassed to be praised in person, but God knows how much I would pay if I could kiss her at this moment.but don't know Why do I want to kiss but dare not.The expert was silent for a moment. "Why, why did he die?" she asked in a most mournful manner, casting a quick glance at me, and suddenly lowering her eyes.

"Who's dead?" "It's that young man with consumption... in the book?" "Then what is to be done, it must be so, Nellie." "Not at all," she answered, almost in a whisper, but a little abruptly, a little harshly, almost angrily, smacking her lips, and fixing her eyes even more intently on the floor. Another minute passed. "The aunt...well. I mean they...the girl and the little old man," she whispered, continuing to tug on my sleeve, "will they ever be together? Will they be poor?" "No, Nellie, she's going far away; marrying a landowner who's just been left alone," I replied with a great deal of regret, indeed, that I couldn't say something to her that would make her Take it easy.

"Hmph, look... look! How did it happen! Oh, that's too much! . . . Now I don't even want to look at it!" After she said that, she pushed my hand away angrily, turned around quickly, walked to the table, faced the corner, and looked at the ground.She was flushed and angry, as if she had encountered a very sad thing. "Come on, Nellie, you're angry!" I walked up to her and said, "You know, none of this is true, I made up what's written in the book; well, there's nothing to be angry about." What a sentimental girl Neriel is!" "I'm not angry anymore," she said timidly, raising her eyes so clear and so passionate to me; then she took my hand violently again, and pressed her face to my breast , I don’t know why I cried.

But immediately she laughed again -- cried and laughed -- all at the same time.I am also amused.At the same time, I feel... sweet in my heart.But she wouldn't look up at me when I pulled her little face off my shoulders At the same time, she pressed even tighter, and became more and more energetic. ①Refers to the death of Pokrovsky Jr., the son of Pokrovsky Jr., a civil servant in Dostoevsky's novel "The Poor". ② Refers to the protagonists Varvara Dobroshelova and Makar Devushkin in "The Poor". At last the sentimental scene came to an end.We said good-bye to each other; I was in a hurry.Nellie had a shy face, as if she was still a little shy, and opened her big eyes that were as bright as morning stars. She ran behind me to the stairs, and then

Ask me to come back early, I promise her to come back before lunch, and as early as possible. I will go to see two old people first.They are both sick.Anna Andreyevna was very ill; Nikolai Sergeyitch was sitting in his study.He heard me coming, but I knew that, according to the old custom, it would be at least a quarter of an hour before he Will come out, let us talk enough first.I don't want to upset Anna Andreyevna too much, so I try to describe what happened last night as gently as possible, but tell the truth; It didn't seem particularly surprising that their relationship might break down.

"Well, boy, I expected it," she said. "After you left last time, I thought about it for a long time, and finally realized that it can't be done. We are not so blessed to be thought of by God." Beloved, besides, this man is a scumbag; how can he be big? Send kindness.He wants to take our ten thousand rubles for nothing. Is this a joke? He knows he shouldn't take it, but he still wants to take it.Even the last loaf of bread will be taken; they will sell Ihmenevka.Natashechka did not believe their sweet words Honey words, it's done right, done smart.Brother, do you know something else? She lowered her voice and continued, "That one from my family, my old man!"Not at all against the wedding.He inadvertently said to me: I don't want to!I thought he was at first Gasp; no, it's true.When the time comes, what will I do with her and my little pigeon?You know, then he'll damn her completely.Well, what about that one, I mean Alyosha, how is he? " She asked me a lot of long and short questions. According to the old habit, every time I answered her question, she would sigh and complain.Anyway, I've found her to be a bit of a homeless person lately.any news would make her feel like a big fuss Strange.Her agonizing thoughts of Natasha broke her heart and ravaged her health. The old man came in, in his pajamas and sandals; he felt hot and cold, but looked tenderly at his wife, who, all the time I was with them, looked after her like a nurse, looking into her eyes, in front of her there is even A little timid.There was so much tenderness in his eyes.He was terrified by her illness; he felt that without her he would be alone in life, with nothing left. ① Namely Natasha.Natasha and Natashechka are both nicknames for Natalia. I sat with them for about an hour.When he took leave of me he followed me into the outhouse, and talked of Nellie.He really wanted to take her into his home to be their daughter.He consulted with me how to make Anna Andreyevna also Agree to do so.He asked me a lot about Nellie with great curiosity, and if I had found out anything new about her.My narrative made a deep impression on him. "We'll talk about it later," he said decisively, "and for now... But as soon as I'm a little better, I'll go to you myself.We'll decide then. " At twelve o'clock I was already at Masloboyev's.To my great astonishment, the first person I met through the door was the Duke.He was putting on his overcoat in the outhouse, and Masloboyev was busy helping him, handing him his stick. he.He had told me before that he knew the Duke, but this unexpected meeting surprised me. The Duke seemed embarrassed when he saw me. "Ah, so it's your Excellency!" he exclaimed, a little too enthusiastically. "What a chance encounter, you think! Then again, I've just learned from Mr. Masloboyev that you are acquainted with him. Very happy, very happy, to meet you I'm very happy; I just want to see you, and I hope to visit you at your house as soon as possible. Can you agree?I have one thing to ask: Please help me, Your Excellency Qing, to help me understand my current situation.Your Excellency must understand what I said What happened was yesterday... You are a close friend there, and you have been watching the whole process of this matter; you have influence... I am very sorry, I can't be with you now... I am entangled in mundane affairs!But within a few days, maybe even earlier, I will have the honor to pay my respects to the Pavilion at my residence. Down.And now..." He shook my hand, which seemed to be very tight, then gave Masloboyev a wink and went out. "For God's sake, please tell me..." I started as I entered the room. "No comment," Masloboyev interrupted me, and hastily picked up his hat and went to the outer room. "I have something important to do! Brother, I must hurry, I'm late! . . . " "Didn't you invite me to come at twelve o'clock?" "So what? I made an appointment with you yesterday, and I'm on an appointment today, and I'm going to blow my head off—I'm desperate! Waiting for me. Please forgive me, Vanya. To please you, All I can offer you is to let you Hit me hard because I disturbed my feet needlessly.If you want to be satisfied, hit it, but for Christ's sake, hurry up!Don't waste my time, I have something to do, someone is waiting for me..." "Why am I beating you up? If you have something to do, go quickly, it is inevitable for anyone to have unforeseen things. But..." "No, but I have something to say about that," he interrupted, dashing into the outhouse and putting on his overcoat (I followed him). "I have something to do with you; a very important matter, and I have called you here for This matter is directly related to you and has a direct interest in you.As this is not a matter of a minute, so, for God's sake, promise me to come to me to-night at seven o'clock sharp, neither early nor late.I am waiting at home. " "Today," I said hesitantly, "I said old man, tonight, I was thinking of . . . " "Where you're going to be at night, go now, my dear, and come to me at night. Because, Vanya, you can't imagine what I'm going to tell you." "Very well, then; what is it? You have aroused my curiosity, to tell you the truth." By this time we had stepped out of the apartment door and were standing on the sidewalk. "Then you must come?" he asked firmly. "I said I'd come." "No, you guarantee it with your personality." "Oh, it's true! Well, on your personality." "Excellent and noble. Where are you going?" "This way," I replied, pointing to the right. "Well, I'll go this way then," he said, pointing to the left. "Goodbye, Vanya! Remember, seven o'clock." "Strange," I thought, watching his back. I want to see Natasha tonight.But now that Masloboyev had been promised, it was decided to see her now.I was sure I would meet Alyosha there.He was there, and was delighted to see me come in. He was very sweet, and he was very gentle with Natasha, and he was even delighted when I came.Although Natasha also tried her best to pretend to be very happy, but it could be seen that her expression was very reluctant.She was sickly and pale; sleep well.She seemed a little too affectionate with Alyosha. Although Alyosha said a lot and said a lot, obviously trying to make her happy and make her laugh, a wry smile always appeared on her lips.Alyosha conspicuously avoided mentioning Katya and his father in his conversation and jokes.The enterprise he wanted to settle yesterday Figure presumably did not succeed. "Do you know? He wants to leave me very much," Natasha whispered to me hastily when he went out for a while, trying to say something to Mafra, "but I dare not say it myself. Afraid to say to him, let him go, if I say so, Maybe he won't leave on purpose, what I'm most afraid of is that he will get bored and become completely cold towards me!How to do it? " "God, what have you got yourself to! You two are suspicious of each other and guard against each other! Get straight to the point and speak clearly, and it's over. This kind of suspicious situation may make him take it seriously. bored." "What to do?" she cried, terrified. "Wait, I'll take care of everything for you..." So I went into the kitchen, under the pretext of asking Mavra to clean one of my muddy overshoes. "Be careful what you say, Vanya!" she called to me from behind. As soon as I went in to look for Mafra, Alyosha ran towards me as if waiting for me. "Ivan Petrovitch, dear, what do you think I should do? Give me an idea: I promised yesterday that I would see Katya at this time today. I must go! I love Natasha so much." It's like, I'm willing to do anything for her Huo, but, you have to admit that things over there can't be completely left alone..." "Then what's the matter, if you don't go..." "And what about Natasha? I'll make her sad, Ivan Petrovitch, try to save me..." "I think you'd better go. You know how much she loves you, and she'll always find you boring with her, and it's hard for you to sit here with her. It's better to be casual. But let's go." , I will help you." "My dear, Ivan Petrovitch! You are a very good fellow!" We went in; and after a while I said to him: "I just saw your father." "Where is it?" he cried in fear. "On the street, we met unexpectedly. He stopped and chatted with me for a while, and said he wanted to make friends with me. He asked you: Do I know where you are now? He needs to see you very much. I want to tell you something." "Oh, Alyosha, go and find him quickly," Natasha said hastily, understanding what I meant. "But...now, where can I meet him? Is he at home?" "No, I remember he seemed to have said that he was going to see the countess." "Well, what shall we do..." said Alyosha innocently, looking at Natasha sadly. "Oh, Alyosha, what's the matter!" she said. "Are you really going to treat her as a stranger to reassure me? It's childish, first, it's impossible, and second, you're doing it." , it's too vulgar for Katya. You are friends; is it possible to break up so rudely?In the end, if you think I will be jealous of you, you despise me too much, go, go right away, I beg you!Besides, in this way, your father will feel relieved. " "Natasha, you are an angel, and I can't even touch your little finger!" Alyosha exclaimed joyfully and regretfully, "You are so kind, but I... I... I will tell you the truth." , I was still there just now, in the kitchen, please Ivan Help Petrovich, please help me get away from you.He came up with this clever trick.But don't blame me, Natasha, my angel!You can't blame me all, because I love you more than everything in the world, more than a thousand times, so I That's when I came up with this new idea: to confess everything to Katya, to tell her everything about our situation and what happened yesterday.She will definitely find a way to save us, she is wholeheartedly toward us..." "Then go quickly," Natasha replied with a smile. "And, my friend, I really want to get to know Katya myself. How should this be arranged?" Alyosha's joy was boundless.He immediately began to plan how to meet.From his point of view, the matter was simple: Katya would figure it out.He played with his ideas enthusiastically.He promised to bring the answer today in two hours, And stay here with Natasha all night. "Are you really coming?" asked Natasha, when she let him go. "Don't you doubt? Good-bye, Natasha, good-bye, my beloved--my beloved forever! Good-bye, Vanya! Oh, my God, I accidentally called you Vanya." ;I say Ivan Petrovich, I love you— -Why don't we match you and me?Let's call each other you from now on. " "Okay, let's call each other you." "Thank God! You know, I've thought this a hundred times. But I never dared to tell you. Look, now I'm talking about you. It's so hard to say you. It's like Tolstoy In which book is it described very vividly: two people interact with each other Agreed to call each other you.But it is always difficult to speak, so I have been avoiding sentences with pronouns.Ah, Natasha!When will we both read Childhood and Youth again; how well it is written! " "Let's go, let's go," Natasha pushed him away with a smile, "When you're happy, you can talk endlessly..." "Good-bye! I shall be back in two hours!" He kissed her hand and hurried away. "You see, you see, Vanya!" she said, tearfully. I sat with her for about two hours, comforting her and convincing her in every way.Needless to say, she was perfectly right, and so were her concerns.When I think of her present state, I cannot help being sad and sullen; worry.But what can be done? ①Vanya is a nickname.The first name should be Ivan. ②The above plot comes from Tolstoy's novel (Chapter 22).In 1856, it was combined with "Youth" and published as a bound edition. Alyosha, too, puzzled me: he loved her no less than before, perhaps even stronger and tormenting, out of remorse and gratitude.But at the same time, this new love also firmly occupied his heart.How will this end-- It's hard to predict.I would very much like to see this Katja too.Once again I promised Natasha that I would get to know her. In the end, she even became very happy.By the way, I'm telling you about Nellie, Masloboyev, Brenova and my unexpected encounter with the prince at Masloboyev's today, and the meeting scheduled for seven o'clock tonight , all told she.All this aroused her keen interest.I didn't say much to her about the two old men, I didn't say a word about Ikhhenev's visit until then; about Nikolai Sergeyitch's duel with the prince will put her terrified.She also wondered about the prince's association with Masloboyev, and how he wanted to be my friend so badly, although it all made sense in the present state of affairs. At about three o'clock, I returned home.Nellie welcomed me back with a big smile...