An Upheaval

Mashenka Pavletsky, a young girl who had only just finished her studies at a boarding school, returning from a walk to the house of the Kushkins, with whom she was living as a governess, found the household in a terrible turmoil. Mihailo, the porter who opened the door to her, was excited and red as a crab.

玛申卡·帕夫列茨卡娅是一个刚从寄宿学校毕业的年轻姑娘，从散步回来，走进她做家庭教师的库什金家时，发现整个家里乱成一团。给她开门的看门人米哈伊洛激动得满脸通红，像只螃蟹。

Loud voices were heard from upstairs.

楼上传来了大声说话的声音。

"Madame Kushkin is in a fit, most likely, or else she has quarrelled with her husband," thought Mashenka.

"库什金太太多半是又发病了，要不就是跟丈夫吵架了，"玛申卡想。

In the hall and in the corridor she met maid-servants. One of them was crying. Then Mashenka saw, running out of her room, the master of the house himself, Nikolay Sergeitch, a little man with a flabby face and a bald head, though he was not old. He was red in the face and twitching all over. He passed the governess without noticing her, and throwing up his arms, exclaimed:

在前厅和过道里，她遇见了女仆们。其中一个正在哭。这时玛申卡看见，男主人尼古拉·谢尔盖伊奇从她的房间里跑了出来——他是个矮小的男人，脸色松弛，头顶已经秃了，尽管年纪并不算大。他满脸通红，浑身发抖。他从这位家庭教师身边走过，都没有注意到她，一边扬起双臂，一边喊道：

"Oh, how horrible it is! How tactless! How stupid! How barbarous! Abominable!"

"哦，多可怕啊！多不得体！多愚蠢！多野蛮！简直可恶透了！"

Mashenka went into her room, and then, for the first time in her life, it was her lot to experience in all its acuteness the feeling that is so familiar to persons in dependent positions, who eat the bread of the rich and powerful, and cannot speak their minds. There was a search going on in her room. The lady of the house, Fedosya Vassilyevna, a stout, broad-shouldered, uncouth woman with thick black eyebrows, a faintly perceptible moustache, and red hands, who was exactly like a plain, illiterate cook in face and manners, was standing, without her cap on, at the table, putting back into Mashenka's workbag balls of wool, scraps of materials, and bits of paper…

玛申卡走进自己的房间，这时候，她生平第一次以最尖锐的方式体会到那种依附于人、寄人篱下者所熟悉的感受——那些吃着富贵人家饭食却不能说出真心话的人的感受。她的房间里正在被搜查。这家的女主人费多西娅·瓦西里耶夫娜——一个身材粗壮、肩膀宽阔、举止粗鲁的女人，长着两道浓黑的眉毛，唇上隐约可见一层胡须，一双通红的手，无论面容还是举止都活脱脱像个没受过教育的普通厨娘——此刻正没戴帽子地站在桌子旁，把线团、碎布头和纸片一件件塞回玛申卡的针线包里……

Evidently the governess's arrival took her by surprise, since, on looking round and seeing the girl's pale and astonished face, she was a little taken aback, and muttered:

显然，家庭教师的到来让她措手不及，因为她一回头看见女孩苍白而惊愕的脸，顿时有些慌乱，喃喃说道：

"Pardon. I … I upset it accidentally… My sleeve caught in it …"

"对不起。我……我不小心碰翻了……我的袖子挂住了它……"

And saying something more, Madame Kushkin rustled her long skirts and went out. Mashenka looked round her room with wondering eyes, and, unable to understand it, not knowing what to think, shrugged her shoulders, and turned cold with dismay. What had Fedosya Vassilyevna been looking for in her work-bag? If she really had, as she said, caught her sleeve in it and upset everything, why had Nikolay Sergeitch dashed out of her room so excited and red in the face? Why was one drawer of the table pulled out a little way? The money-box, in which the governess put away ten kopeck pieces and old stamps, was open.

库什金太太又说了些什么，衣裙窸窣作响，转身走了出去。玛申卡用惊讶的目光环顾着自己的房间，无法理解，也不知该怎么想，只是耸了耸肩，心里一阵发凉。费多西娅·瓦西里耶夫娜到底在她的针线包里找什么呢？如果她真像自己说的那样，只是袖子挂住了东西，不小心碰翻了一切，那尼古拉·谢尔盖伊奇为什么会那样激动、满脸通红地从她房间里冲出来呢？为什么桌子的一个抽屉被拉开了一点？家庭教师用来存放十戈比硬币和旧邮票的钱盒也开着。

They had opened it, but did not know how to shut it, though they had scratched the lock all over. The whatnot with her books on it, the things on the table, the bed—all bore fresh traces of a search. Her linen-basket, too. The linen had been carefully folded, but it was not in the same order as Mashenka had left it when she went out. So the search had been thorough, most thorough. But what was it for? Why? What had happened? Mashenka remembered the excited porter, the general turmoil which was still going on, the weeping servant-girl; had it not all some connection with the search that had just been made in her room?

他们把它打开了，却不知道该怎么关上，尽管锁上到处都被划过的痕迹。放着她书籍的小架子，桌子上的东西，床铺——全都留下了搜查过的新痕迹。她的洗衣篮也是如此。里面的衣物虽然叠得整整齐齐，却已不是玛申卡出门时留下的那种次序了。看来这次搜查十分彻底，非常彻底。可这到底是为了什么？为什么？究竟发生了什么事？玛申卡想起了那个激动的看门人，那场至今仍未平息的家中骚乱，还有那个哭泣的女仆——难道这一切都和刚才在她房间里进行的搜查没有关系吗？

Was not she mixed up in something dreadful? Mashenka turned pale, and feeling cold all over, sank on to her linen-basket.

难道她被卷进了什么可怕的事情里？玛申卡脸色发白，浑身冰凉，一屁股坐到了洗衣篮上。

A maid-servant came into the room.

一个女仆走进房间。

"Liza, you don't know why they have been rummaging in my room?" the governess asked her.

"丽莎，你知道他们为什么在我房间里翻箱倒柜吗？"家庭教师问她。

"Mistress has lost a brooch worth two thousand," said Liza.

"太太丢了一枚价值两千的胸针，"丽莎说。

"Yes, but why have they been rummaging in my room?"

"是的，可他们为什么要在我房间里搜查呢？"

"They've been searching every one, miss. They've searched all my things, too. They stripped us all naked and searched us… God knows, miss, I never went near her toilet-table, let alone touching the brooch. I shall say the same at the police-station."

"他们把每个人都搜查了一遍，小姐。我们的东西也全都被搜过。他们把我们所有人都扒光了搜身……天知道，小姐，我压根就没靠近过她的梳妆台，更别说碰那枚胸针了。到了警察局我也会这么说的。"

"But … why have they been rummaging here?" the governess still wondered.

"可是……为什么要在这儿搜查呢？"家庭教师仍然不明白。

"A brooch has been stolen, I tell you. The mistress has been rummaging in everything with her own hands. She even searched Mihailo, the porter, herself. It's a perfect disgrace! Nikolay Sergeitch simply looks on and cackles like a hen. But you've no need to tremble like that, miss. They found nothing here. You've nothing to be afraid of if you didn't take the brooch."

"我告诉你，胸针被人偷了。太太亲自动手把所有东西都翻了个遍。她甚至亲自搜查了看门人米哈伊洛。真是丢人现眼！尼古拉·谢尔盖伊奇就在一旁看着，还咯咯地笑，像只母鸡似的。不过小姐您用不着这样发抖。这儿什么也没搜到。只要您没拿那枚胸针，就没什么可害怕的。"

"But, Liza, it's vile … it's insulting," said Mashenka, breathless with indignation. "It's so mean, so low! What right had she to suspect me and to rummage in my things?"

"可是，丽莎，这太卑鄙了……这是一种侮辱，"玛申卡气得喘不过气来，说道。"这太下作了，太卑劣了！她凭什么怀疑我，翻我的东西？"

"You are living with strangers, miss," sighed Liza. "Though you are a young lady, still you are … as it were … a servant… It's not like living with your papa and mamma."

"小姐，您是寄人篱下啊，"丽莎叹了口气说。"虽然您是位小姐，可到底……怎么说呢……也算是个仆人……这跟住在自己爹妈家里可不一样。"

Mashenka threw herself on the bed and sobbed bitterly. Never in her life had she been subjected to such an outrage, never had she been so deeply insulted… She, well-educated, refined, the daughter of a teacher, was suspected of theft; she had been searched like a street-walker! She could not imagine a greater insult. And to this feeling of resentment was added an oppressive dread of what would come next. All sorts of absurd ideas came into her mind.

玛申卡扑倒在床上，痛哭起来。她一生中从未受过这样的凌辱，从未受过这样深切的侮辱……她，一个受过良好教育、举止文雅的姑娘，一个教师的女儿，竟被怀疑偷窃；她竟像个街头的女人一样被搜身！她想不出还有比这更大的侮辱了。而在这愤懑之情上，又添了一层对未来的沉重恐惧。种种荒唐的念头涌上她的心头。

If they could suspect her of theft, then they might arrest her, strip her naked, and search her, then lead her through the street with an escort of soldiers, cast her into a cold, dark cell with mice and woodlice, exactly like the dungeon in which Princess Tarakanov was imprisoned. Who would stand up for her? Her parents lived far away in the provinces; they had not the money to come to her. In the capital she was as solitary as in a desert, without friends or kindred. They could do what they liked with her.

如果他们能怀疑她偷窃，那他们就可能逮捕她，扒光她的衣服搜身，然后由士兵押解着押过街头，把她关进一间阴冷黑暗、满是老鼠和潮虫的牢房，就像塔拉坎诺娃公主曾被囚禁的地牢一样。谁会为她挺身而出呢？她的父母远在外省，没有钱来看她。在这京城里，她孤身一人，如同置身荒漠，没有朋友，没有亲人。他们可以随心所欲地对待她。

"I will go to all the courts and all the lawyers," Mashenka thought, trembling. "I will explain to them, I will take an oath… They will believe that I could not be a thief!"

"我要去找所有的法院，找所有的律师，"玛申卡浑身发抖地想道。"我要向他们说明一切，我要发誓……他们会相信我不可能是个小偷的！"

Mashenka remembered that under the sheets in her basket she had some sweetmeats, which, following the habits of her schooldays, she had put in her pocket at dinner and carried off to her room. She felt hot all over, and was ashamed at the thought that her little secret was known to the lady of the house; and all this terror, shame, resentment, brought on an attack of palpitation of the heart, which set up a throbbing in her temples, in her heart, and deep down in her stomach.

玛申卡想起，篮子里床单底下还藏着一些甜食——那是她按照学生时代的老习惯，午饭时揣进口袋、带回房间的。她浑身发烫，一想到自己这个小小的秘密已被女主人知晓，就羞愧难当；而这一切的恐惧、羞耻和愤懑交织在一起，引发了一阵心悸，使她的太阳穴、心口，乃至胃里深处都突突直跳。

"Dinner is ready," the servant summoned Mashenka.

"开饭了，"仆人来叫玛申卡。

"Shall I go, or not?"

"我该去呢，还是不去？"

Mashenka brushed her hair, wiped her face with a wet towel, and went into the dining-room. There they had already begun dinner. At one end of the table sat Fedosya Vassilyevna with a stupid, solemn, serious face; at the other end Nikolay Sergeitch. At the sides there were the visitors and the children. The dishes were handed by two footmen in swallowtails and white gloves. Every one knew that there was an upset in the house, that Madame Kushkin was in trouble, and every one was silent. Nothing was heard but the sound of munching and the rattle of spoons on the plates.

玛申卡梳了梳头发，用湿毛巾擦了擦脸，走进了餐厅。那里大家已经开始用餐了。桌子一端坐着费多西娅·瓦西里耶夫娜，脸上带着一副愚蠢、庄重而严肃的神情；另一端坐着尼古拉·谢尔盖伊奇。两侧是客人和孩子们。两个穿着燕尾服、戴着白手套的仆役在传菜。人人都知道家里出了乱子，库什金太太正为此烦恼，于是大家都沉默不语。除了咀嚼声和汤匙碰在盘子上的响声，什么也听不见。

The lady of the house, herself, was the first to speak.

女主人自己第一个开了口。

"What is the third course?" she asked the footman in a weary, injured voice.

"第三道菜是什么？"她用疲惫而委屈的声音问那个仆役。

"Esturgeon à la russe," answered the footman.

"俄式鲟鱼，"仆役答道。

"I ordered that, Fenya," Nikolay Sergeitch hastened to observe. "I wanted some fish. If you don't like it, ma chère, don't let them serve it. I just ordered it…"

"那是我点的，费尼娅，"尼古拉·谢尔盖伊奇急忙解释道。"我想吃点鱼。要是你不喜欢，亲爱的，就别让他们上来。我只是随口点的……"

Fedosya Vassilyevna did not like dishes that she had not ordered herself, and now her eyes filled with tears.

费多西娅·瓦西里耶夫娜不喜欢不是自己点的菜，此刻她的眼里已噙满了泪水。

"Come, don't let us agitate ourselves," Mamikov, her household doctor, observed in a honeyed voice, just touching her arm, with a smile as honeyed. "We are nervous enough as it is. Let us forget the brooch! Health is worth more than two thousand roubles!"

"好了，别自寻烦恼了，"她的私人医生马米科夫用蜜一般甜腻的声音说道，一边伸手轻触她的手臂，脸上带着同样甜腻的微笑。"我们的神经已经够紧张的了。别再想那枚胸针了吧！健康比两千卢布更值钱！"

"It's not the two thousand I regret," answered the lady, and a big tear rolled down her cheek. "It's the fact itself that revolts me! I cannot put up with thieves in my house. I don't regret it—I regret nothing; but to steal from me is such ingratitude! That's how they repay me for my kindness…"

"我心疼的不是那两千块，"太太答道，一颗大大的泪珠顺着脸颊滚落下来。"让我气愤的是这件事本身！我不能容忍自己家里有小偷。我不心疼钱——我什么都不心疼；可是从我这儿偷东西，实在是忘恩负义！这就是他们报答我恩情的方式……"

They all looked into their plates, but Mashenka fancied after the lady's words that every one was looking at her. A lump rose in her throat; she began crying and put her handkerchief to her lips.

大家都低头看着自己的盘子，可玛申卡总觉得，太太说这番话之后，大家都在看着她。她喉咙里涌起一阵哽咽，忍不住哭了出来，用手帕捂住了嘴唇。

"Pardon," she muttered. "I can't help it. My head aches. I'll go away."

"对不起，"她喃喃道。"我实在忍不住。我头疼。我要出去一下。"

And she got up from the table, scraping her chair awkwardly, and went out quickly, still more overcome with confusion.

她笨拙地推开椅子从桌旁站起来，愈发窘迫，匆匆走了出去。

"It's beyond everything!" said Nikolay Sergeitch, frowning. "What need was there to search her room? How out of place it was!"

"简直太过分了！"尼古拉·谢尔盖伊奇皱着眉头说。"何必去搜她的房间呢？这多不成体统啊！"

"I don't say she took the brooch," said Fedosya Vassilyevna, "but can you answer for her? To tell the truth, I haven't much confidence in these learned paupers."

"我并没说是她拿了胸针，"费多西娅·瓦西里耶夫娜说，"可你能为她担保吗？说实话，我对这些穷酸的读书人向来没什么信心。"

"It really was unsuitable, Fenya… Excuse me, Fenya, but you've no kind of legal right to make a search."

"这确实不合适，费尼娅……对不起，费尼娅，可你根本没有法律上的权利去搜查别人。"

"I know nothing about your laws. All I know is that I've lost my brooch. And I will find the brooch!" She brought her fork down on the plate with a clatter, and her eyes flashed angrily. "And you eat your dinner, and don't interfere in what doesn't concern you!"

"我才不管你那套法律。我只知道我丢了胸针。我一定要把胸针找出来！"她用叉子在盘子上重重一敲，眼中闪着怒火。"你只管吃你的饭，别管跟你不相干的事！"

Nikolay Sergeitch dropped his eyes mildly and sighed. Meanwhile Mashenka, reaching her room, flung herself on her bed. She felt now neither alarm nor shame, but she felt an intense longing to go and slap the cheeks of this hard, arrogant, dull-witted, prosperous woman.

尼古拉·谢尔盖伊奇温顺地垂下眼睛，叹了口气。与此同时，玛申卡回到自己房间，一头扑倒在床上。此刻她心里既没有惊恐，也没有羞耻，只有一种强烈的冲动，想去狠狠地扇这个冷酷、傲慢、愚蠢而又养尊处优的女人几个耳光。

Lying on her bed she breathed into her pillow and dreamed of how nice it would be to go and buy the most expensive brooch and fling it into the face of this bullying woman. If only it were God's will that Fedosya Vassilyevna should come to ruin and wander about begging, and should taste all the horrors of poverty and dependence, and that Mashenka, whom she had insulted, might give her alms! Oh, if only she could come in for a big fortune, could buy a carriage, and could drive noisily past the windows so as to be envied by that woman!

她躺在床上，把脸埋进枕头里喘息着，幻想着如果自己能去买一枚最贵重的胸针，然后把它甩到这个恃强凌弱的女人脸上，那该有多痛快。但愿上天开眼，让费多西娅·瓦西里耶夫娜有朝一日家道败落，沦落街头乞讨，尝尽贫穷和寄人篱下的种种苦楚，而被她侮辱过的玛申卡，到那时能施舍她一点钱财！哦，但愿自己能继承一大笔财产，买一辆马车，吵吵嚷嚷地驶过她家窗前，好让那个女人眼红！

But all these were only dreams, in reality there was only one thing left to do—to get away as quickly as possible, not to stay another hour in this place. It was true it was terrible to lose her place, to go back to her parents, who had nothing; but what could she do? Mashenka could not bear the sight of the lady of the house nor of her little room; she felt stifled and wretched here. She was so disgusted with Fedosya Vassilyevna, who was so obsessed by her illnesses and her supposed aristocratic rank, that everything in the world seemed to have become coarse and unattractive because this woman was living in it.

可这一切都只是幻想罢了，现实中能做的只有一件事——尽快离开这里，一小时也不愿再在这个地方多留。失去这份工作固然可怕，回到一无所有的父母身边也确实令人为难；可她又能怎么办呢？玛申卡再也无法忍受见到这位女主人，也无法忍受再看到自己的小房间；她在这里感到窒息，感到痛苦。她对费多西娅·瓦西里耶夫娜厌恶到了极点——那女人满脑子都是自己的病痛和所谓的贵族身份——以至于因为这个女人活在世上，世间的一切在她眼里都变得粗俗而令人生厌起来。

Mashenka jumped up from the bed and began packing.

玛申卡从床上一跃而起，开始收拾行装。

"May I come in?" asked Nikolay Sergeitch at the door; he had come up noiselessly to the door, and spoke in a soft, subdued voice. "May I?"

"我可以进来吗？"尼古拉·谢尔盖伊奇在门口问道；他不知何时已悄无声息地走到了门边，声音低柔而克制。"我可以进来吗？"

"Come in."

"进来吧。"

He came in and stood still near the door. His eyes looked dim and his red little nose was shiny. After dinner he used to drink beer, and the fact was perceptible in his walk, in his feeble, flabby hands.

他走了进来，在门边站定不动。他的眼神显得有些浑浊，红红的小鼻子油光发亮。饭后他习惯喝点啤酒，这从他的步态、从他那双无力松软的手上就能看出来。

"What's this?" he asked, pointing to the basket.

"这是怎么回事？"他指着箱子问道。

"I am packing. Forgive me, Nikolay Sergeitch, but I cannot remain in your house. I feel deeply insulted by this search!"

"我在收拾行李。请原谅我，尼古拉·谢尔盖伊奇，可我不能再留在您家里了。这次搜查让我感到深深的侮辱！"

"I understand… Only you are wrong to go. Why should you? They've searched your things, but you … what does it matter to you? You will be none the worse for it."

"我理解……只是您不该走。为什么要走呢？他们搜了您的东西，可这对您来说……又有什么损失呢？您又不会因此吃亏。"

Mashenka was silent and went on packing. Nikolay Sergeitch pinched his moustache, as though wondering what he should say next, and went on in an ingratiating voice:

玛申卡没有作声，继续收拾东西。尼古拉·谢尔盖伊奇捻着胡须，似乎在琢磨接下来该说什么，然后用讨好的语气接着说道：

"I understand, of course, but you must make allowances. You know my wife is nervous, headstrong; you mustn't judge her too harshly."

"我当然理解，可您也得多体谅体谅。您知道，我妻子这人神经质，脾气又固执；您不该对她太苛刻。"

Mashenka did not speak.

玛申卡没有说话。

"If you are so offended," Nikolay Sergeitch went on, "well, if you like, I'm ready to apologise. I ask your pardon."

"既然您这么生气，"尼古拉·谢尔盖伊奇接着说，"好吧，如果您愿意，我可以向您道歉。我请求您的原谅。"

Mashenka made no answer, but only bent lower over her box. This exhausted, irresolute man was of absolutely no significance in the household. He stood in the pitiful position of a dependent and hanger-on, even with the servants, and his apology meant nothing either.

玛申卡没有回答，只是更低地俯身在她的箱子上。这个精疲力竭、优柔寡断的男人，在这个家里其实毫无地位可言。他在仆人面前都处于一种可怜的寄人篱下、仰人鼻息的地位，他的道歉根本毫无意义。

"H'm!… You say nothing! That's not enough for you. In that case, I will apologise for my wife. In my wife's name… She behaved tactlessly, I admit it as a gentleman…"

"哼！……您一声不吭！看来这样还不够。那我就替我妻子道歉。以我妻子的名义……她的做法确实太不得体了，作为一位绅士，我承认这一点……"

Nikolay Sergeitch walked about the room, heaved a sigh, and went on:

尼古拉·谢尔盖伊奇在房间里走来走去，叹了口气，接着说道：

"Then you want me to have it rankling here, under my heart… You want my conscience to torment me…"

"那么，您是想让我把这事一直憋在心里……您是想让我的良心一直折磨我……"

"I know it's not your fault, Nikolay Sergeitch," said Mashenka, looking him full in the face with her big tear-stained eyes. "Why should you worry yourself?"

"我知道这不是您的错，尼古拉·谢尔盖伊奇，"玛申卡说，用她那双含泪的大眼睛直视着他的脸。"您又何必为此烦恼呢？"

"Of course, no… But still, don't you … go away. I entreat you."

"话虽如此……可您还是……别走吧。我恳求您了。"

Mashenka shook her head. Nikolay Sergeitch stopped at the window and drummed on the pane with his finger-tips.

玛申卡摇了摇头。尼古拉·谢尔盖伊奇在窗边停下脚步，手指在窗玻璃上轻轻敲着。

"Such misunderstandings are simply torture to me," he said. "Why, do you want me to go down on my knees to you, or what? Your pride is wounded, and here you've been crying and packing up to go; but I have pride, too, and you do not spare it! Or do you want me to tell you what I would not tell as Confession? Do you? Listen; you want me to tell you what I won't tell the priest on my deathbed?"

"这样的误会对我来说简直是一种折磨，"他说。"难道您要我给您下跪不成？您的自尊受了伤，于是您就在这儿又哭又收拾行李要走；可我也有自尊啊，您却一点都不体谅！要不要我把连忏悔时都不肯说的话告诉您？您要听吗？听着，您是想让我把我到死都不肯对神父说的话告诉您吗？"

Mashenka made no answer.

玛申卡没有回答。

"I took my wife's brooch," Nikolay Sergeitch said quickly. "Is that enough now? Are you satisfied? Yes, I … took it… But, of course, I count on your discretion… For God's sake, not a word, not half a hint to any one!"

"是我拿了我妻子的胸针，"尼古拉·谢尔盖伊奇很快说道。"这下够了吧？您满意了吗？是的，我……拿了……不过，我当然指望您能守口如瓶……看在上帝的份上，一个字也别说，一点风声也别透露给任何人！"

Mashenka, amazed and frightened, went on packing; she snatched her things, crumpled them up, and thrust them anyhow into the box and the basket. Now, after this candid avowal on the part of Nikolay Sergeitch, she could not remain another minute, and could not understand how she could have gone on living in the house before.

玛申卡又惊又怕，继续收拾东西；她一把把东西抓起来，胡乱揉成一团，随意塞进箱子和篮子里。此刻，在尼古拉·谢尔盖伊奇如此坦白地招认之后，她一分钟也不能再留下去了，甚至无法理解自己此前怎么能在这个家里住下去。

"And it's nothing to wonder at," Nikolay Sergeitch went on after a pause. "It's an everyday story! I need money, and she … won't give it to me. It was my father's money that bought this house and everything, you know! It's all mine, and the brooch belonged to my mother, and … it's all mine! And she took it, took possession of everything… I can't go to law with her, you'll admit… I beg you most earnestly, overlook it … stay on. Tout comprendre, tout pardonner. Will you stay?"

"这也没什么好奇怪的，"尼古拉·谢尔盖伊奇停顿了一下，接着说道。"这是常有的事！我需要钱，可她……就是不给我。您知道，这栋房子和这里的一切都是用我父亲的钱买的！这一切本该都是我的，那枚胸针也是我母亲留下的，是……都该是我的！可她把这一切都据为己有了……您也承认，我不能因为这个跟她打官司……我恳切地请求您，别把这事放在心上……留下来吧。理解一切，就是宽恕一切。您愿意留下吗？"

"No!" said Mashenka resolutely, beginning to tremble. "Let me alone, I entreat you!"

"不！"玛申卡断然说道，浑身开始颤抖。"请放过我吧，我求您了！"

"Well, God bless you!" sighed Nikolay Sergeitch, sitting down on the stool near the box. "I must own I like people who still can feel resentment, contempt, and so on. I could sit here forever and look at your indignant face… So you won't stay, then? I understand… It's bound to be so … Yes, of course… It's all right for you, but for me—wo-o-o-o!… I can't stir a step out of this cellar. I'd go off to one of our estates, but in every one of them there are some of my wife's rascals … stewards, experts, damn them all! They mortgage and remortgage… You mustn't catch fish, must keep off the grass, mustn't break the trees."

"好吧，愿上帝保佑您！"尼古拉·谢尔盖伊奇叹了口气，在箱子旁的凳子上坐了下来。"我得承认，我喜欢那些还能感到愤懑、蔑视之类情绪的人。我真愿意就这么一直坐在这儿，看着您这张义愤填膺的脸……这么说，您是不肯留下了？我明白……这也是注定的……是啊，当然……对您来说没什么大不了，可对我来说——唉，唉，唉！……我在这个地牢里连一步都挪不出去。我倒想去我们哪处庄园住住，可每一处都有我妻子的那帮无赖……管家啊，那些所谓的专家啊，去他们的吧！他们把地产抵押了一遍又一遍……不许钓鱼，不许踩草坪，不许折树枝。"

"Nikolay Sergeitch!" his wife's voice called from the drawing-room. "Agnia, call your master!"

"尼古拉·谢尔盖伊奇！"他妻子的声音从客厅里传来。"阿格尼娅，去叫你家老爷！"

"Then you won't stay?" asked Nikolay Sergeitch, getting up quickly and going towards the door. "You might as well stay, really. In the evenings I could come and have a talk with you. Eh? Stay! If you go, there won't be a human face left in the house. It's awful!"

"这么说，您真的不肯留下了？"尼古拉·谢尔盖伊奇问道，一边匆忙起身向门口走去。"其实您留下来也无妨的。晚上我可以来找您聊聊天。怎么样？留下来吧！要是您走了，这个家里就再也没有一张有人味的脸了。真是太可怕了！"

Nikolay Sergeitch's pale, exhausted face besought her, but Mashenka shook her head, and with a wave of his hand he went out.

尼古拉·谢尔盖伊奇那张苍白、疲惫的脸恳求着她，可玛申卡摇了摇头，他挥了挥手，走了出去。

Half an hour later she was on her way.

半小时后，她已经踏上了归途。