| Yes, yes, began Piotr Gavrilovitch; those were painful days... |
| and I would rather not recall them.... |
| But I have made you a promise; |
| I shall have to tell you the whole story. |
| Listen. |
| I was living at that time (the winter of 1835) in Moscow, in the house of my aunt, the sister of my dead mother. |
| I was eighteen; |
| I had only just passed from the second into the third course in the faculty 'of Language' (that was what it was called in those days) in the Moscow University. |
| My aunt was a gentle, quiet woman — a widow. |
| She lived in a big, wooden house in Ostozhonka, one of those warm, cosy houses such as, I fancy, one can find nowhere else but in Moscow. She saw hardly any one, sat from morning till night in the drawing-room with two companions, drank the choicest tea, played patience, and was continually requesting that the room should be fumigated. |
| Thereupon her companions ran into the hall; a few minutes later an old servant in livery would bring in a copper pan with a bunch of mint on a hot brick, and stepping hurriedly upon the narrow strips of carpet, he would sprinkle the mint with vinegar. |
| White fumes always puffed up about his wrinkled face, and he frowned and turned away, while the canaries in the dining-room chirped their hardest, exasperated by the hissing of the smouldering mint. |
| I was fatherless and motherless, and my aunt spoiled me. |
| She placed the whole of the ground floor at my complete disposal. |
| My rooms were furnished very elegantly, not at all like a student's rooms in fact: |
| there were pink curtains in the bedroom, and a muslin canopy, adorned with blue rosettes, towered over my bed. |
| Those rosettes were, I'll own, rather an annoyance to me; |
| to my thinking, such 'effeminacies' were calculated to lower me in the eyes of my companions. |
| As it was, they nicknamed me 'the boarding-school miss.' |
| I could never succeed in forcing myself to smoke. |
| I studied — why conceal my shortcomings?--very lazily, especially at the beginning of the course. |
| I went out a great deal. |
| My aunt had bestowed on me a wide sledge, fit for a general, with a pair of sleek horses. |
| At the houses of 'the gentry' my visits were rare, but at the theatre I was quite at home, and I consumed masses of tarts at the restaurants. |
| For all that, I permitted myself no breach of decorum, and behaved very discreetly, en jeune homme de bonne maison.. |
| I would not for anything in the world have pained my kind aunt; |
| and besides I was naturally of a rather cool temperament. |
| From my earliest years I had been fond of chess; |
| I had no idea of the science of the game, but I didn't play badly. |
| One day in a café, I was the spectator of a prolonged contest at chess, between two players, of whom one, a fair-haired young man of about five-and-twenty, struck me as playing well. |
| The game ended in his favour; |
| I offered to play a match with him. |
| He agreed,... |
| and in the course of an hour, beat me easily, three times running. |
| 'You have a natural gift for the game,' he pronounced in a courteous tone, noticing probably that my vanity was suffering; 'but you don't know the openings. |
| You ought to study a chess-book — Allgacir or Petrov.' |
| 'Do you think so? |
| But where can I get such a book?' |
| 'Come to me; |
| I will give you one.' |
| He gave me his name, and told me where he was living. |
| Next day I went to see him, and a week later we were almost inseparable. |
| My new acquaintance was called Alexander Davidovitch Fustov. |
| He lived with his mother, a rather wealthy woman, the widow of a privy councillor, but he occupied a little lodge apart and lived quite independently, just as I did at my aunt's. He had a post in the department of Court affairs. |
| I became genuinely attached to him. |
| I had never in my life met a young man more 'sympathetic.' |
| Everything about him was charming and attractive: |
| his graceful figure, his bearing, his voice, and especially his small, delicate face with the golden-blue eyes, the elegant, as it were coquettishly moulded little nose, the unchanging amiable smile on the crimson lips, the light curls of soft hair over the rather narrow, snow-white brow. |
| Fustov's character was remarkable for exceptional serenity, and a sort of amiable, restrained affability; |
| he was never pre-occupied, and was always satisfied with everything; |
| but on the other hand he was never ecstatic over anything. |
| Every excess, even in a good feeling, jarred upon him; ' |
| 'that's savage, savage,' he would say with a faint shrug, half closing his golden eyes. |
| Marvellous were those eyes of Fustov's! |
| They invariably expressed sympathy, good-will, even devotion. |
| It was only at a later period that I noticed that the expression of his eyes resulted solely from their setting, that it never changed, even when he was sipping his soup or smoking a cigar. |
| His preciseness became a byword between us. |
| His grandmother, indeed, had been a German. |
| Nature had endowed him with all sorts of talents. |
| He danced capitally, was a dashing horseman, and a first-rate swimmer; did carpentering, carving and joinery, bound books and cut out silhouettes, painted in watercolours nosegays of flowers or Napoleon in profile in a blue uniform; played the zither with feeling; knew a number of tricks, with cards and without; and had a fair knowledge of mechanics, physics, and chemistry; |
| but everything only up to a certain point. Only for languages he had no great facility: |
| even French he spoke rather badly. |
| He spoke in general little, and his share in our students' discussions was mostly limited to the bright sympathy of his glance and smile. |
| To the fair sex Fustov was attractive, undoubtedly, but on this subject, of such importance among young people, he did not care to enlarge, and fully deserved the nickname given him by his comrades, 'the discreet Don Juan.' |
| I was not dazzled by Fustov; |
| there was nothing in him to dazzle, but I prized his affection, though in reality it was only manifested by his never refusing to see me when I called. |
| To my mind Fustov was the happiest man in the world. |
| His life ran so very smoothly. |
| His mother, brothers, sisters, aunts, and uncles all adored him, he was on exceptionally good terms with all of them, and enjoyed the reputation of a paragon in his family. |
| One day I went round to him rather early and did not find him in his study. |
| He called to me from the next room; |
| sounds of panting and splashing reached me from there. |
| Every morning Fustov took a cold shower-bath and afterwards for a quarter of an hour practised gymnastic exercises, in which he had attained remarkable proficiency. |
| Excessive anxiety about one's physical health he did not approve of, but he did not neglect necessary care. (' |
| ('Don't neglect yourself, don't over-excite yourself, work in moderation,' was his precept.) |
| Fustov had not yet made his appearance, when the outer door of the room where I was waiting flew wide open, and there walked in a man about fifty, wearing a bluish uniform. He was a stout, squarely-built man with milky-whitish eyes in a dark-red face and a perfect cap of thick, grey, curly hair. |
| This person stopped short, looked at me, opened his mouth wide, and with a metallic chuckle, he gave himself a smart slap on his haunch, kicking his leg up in front as he did so. |
| 'Ivan Demianitch?' |
| my friend inquired through the door. |
| 'The same, at your service,' the new comer responded. ' |
| 'What are you up to? |
| At your toilette? |
| That's right! |
| that's right!' (The voice of the man addressed as Ivan Demianitch had the same harsh, metallic note as his laugh.) ' |
| 'I've trudged all this way to give your little brother his lesson; |
| and he's got a cold, you know, and does nothing but sneeze. |
| He can't do his work. |
| So I've looked in on you for a bit to warm myself.' |
| Ivan Demianitch laughed again the same strange guffaw, again dealt himself a sounding smack on the leg, and pulling a check handkerchief out of his pocket, blew his nose noisily, ferociously rolling his eyes, spat into the handkerchief, and ejaculated with the whole force of his lungs: ' |
| 'Tfoo-o-o!' |
| Fustov came into the room, and shaking hands with both of us, asked us if we were acquainted. |
| 'Not a bit of it!' Ivan Demianitch boomed at once: 'the veteran of the year twelve has not that honour!' |
| Fustov mentioned my name first, then, indicating the 'veteran of the year twelve,' he pronounced: ' |
| 'Ivan Demianitch Ratsch, professor of... |
| various subjects.' |
| 'Precisely so, various they are, precisely,' Mr. Ratsch chimed in. ' |
| 'Come to think of it, what is there I haven't taught, and that I'm not teaching now, for that matter! |
| Mathematics and geography and statistics and Italian book-keeping, ha-ha ha-ha! |
| and music! |
| You doubt it, my dear sir?'-- |
| ?'--he pounced suddenly upon me — 'ask Alexander Daviditch if I'm not first-rate on the bassoon. |
| I should be a poor sort of Bohemian — Czech, I should say — if I weren't! |
| Yes, sir, I'm a Czech, and my native place is ancient Prague! |
| By the way, Alexander Daviditch, why haven't we seen you for so long! |
| We ought to have a little duet... |
| ha-ha! |
| Really!' |
| 'I was at your place the day before yesterday, Ivan Demianitch,' replied Fustov. |
| 'But I call that a long while, ha-ha!' |
| When Mr. Ratsch laughed, his white eyes shifted from side to side in a strange, restless way. |
| 'You're surprised, young man, I see, at my behaviour,' he addressed me again. ' |
| 'But that's because you don't understand my temperament. |
| You must just ask our good friend here, Alexander Daviditch, to tell you about me. |
| What'll he tell you? |
| He'll tell you old Ratsch is a simple, good-hearted chap, a regular Russian, in heart, if not in origin, ha-ha! |
| At his christening named Johann Dietrich, but always called Ivan Demianitch! |
| What's in my mind pops out on my tongue; |
| I wear my heart, as they say, on my sleeve. Ceremony of all sorts I know naught about and don't want to neither! |
| Can't bear it! |
| You drop in on me one day of an evening, and you'll see for yourself. |
| My good woman — my wife, that is — has no nonsense about her either; |
| she'll cook and bake you... |
| something wonderful! |
| Alexander Daviditch, isn't it the truth I'm telling?' |
| Fustov only smiled, and I remained silent. |
| 'Don't look down on the old fellow, but come round,' pursued Mr. Ratsch. ' |
| 'But now...' ( |
| (he pulled a fat silver watch out of his pocket and put it up to one of his goggle eyes)'I'd better be toddling on, I suppose. |
| I've another chick expecting me.... |
| Devil knows what I'm teaching him,... |
| mythology, by God! |
| And he lives a long way off, the rascal, at the Red Gate! |
| No matter; |
| I'll toddle off on foot. Thanks to your brother's cutting his lesson, I shall be the fifteen kopecks for sledge hire to the good! |
| Ha-ha! |
| A very good day to you, gentlemen, till we meet again!... |
| Eh?... |
| We must have a little duet!' |
| Mr. Ratsch bawled from the passage putting on his goloshes noisily, and for the last time we heard his metallic laugh. |
| 'What a strange man!' |
| I said, turning to Fustov, who had already set to work at his turning-lathe. ' |
| 'Can he be a foreigner? |
| He speaks Russian so fluently.' |
| 'He is a foreigner; |
| only he's been thirty years in Russia. |
| As long ago as 1802, some prince or other brought him from abroad... |
| in the capacity of secretary... |
| more likely, valet, one would suppose. |
| He does speak Russian fluently, certainly.' |
| 'With such go, such far-fetched turns and phrases,' I put in. |
| 'Well, yes. |
| Only very unnaturally too. |
| They're all like that, these Russianised Germans.' |
| 'But he's a Czech, isn't he?' |
| 'I don't know; |
| may be. |
| He talks German with his wife.' |
| 'And why does he call himself a veteran of the year twelve? |
| Was he in the militia, or what?' |
| 'In the militia! indeed! |
| At the time of the fire he remained in Moscow and lost all his property.... |
| That was all he did.' |
| 'But what did he stay in Moscow for?' |
| Fustov still went on with his turning. |
| 'The Lord knows. |
| I have heard that he was a spy on our side; |
| but that must be nonsense. |
| But it's a fact that he received compensation from the treasury for his losses.' |
| 'He wears some sort of uniform.... |
| I suppose he's in government service then?' |
| 'Yes. |
| Professor in the cadet's corps. |
| He has the rank of a petty councillor.' |
| 'What's his wife like?' |
| 'A German settled here, daughter of a sausagemaker... |
| or butcher....' |
| 'And do you often go to see him?' |
| 'Yes.' |
| 'What, is it pleasant there?' |
| 'Rather pleasant.' |
| 'Has he any children?' |
| 'Yes. |
| Three by the German, and a son and daughter by his first wife.' |
| 'And how old is the eldest daughter?' |
| 'About five-and-twenty,' |
| I fancied Fustov bent lower over his lathe, and the wheel turned more rapidly, and hummed under the even strokes of his feet. |
| 'Is she good-looking?' |
| 'That's a matter of taste. |
| She has a remarkable face, and she's altogether... |
| a remarkable person.' |
| 'Aha!' |
| thought I. Fustov continued his work with special earnestness, and to my next question he only responded by a grunt. |
| 'I must make her acquaintance,' I decided. |
| A few days later, Fustov and I set off to Mr. Ratsch's to spend the evening. |
| He lived in a wooden house with a big yard and garden, in Krivoy Place near the Pretchistensky boulevard. |
| He came out into the passage, and meeting us with his characteristic jarring guffaw and noise, led us at once into the drawing-room, where he presented me to a stout lady in a skimpy canvas gown, Eleonora Karpovna, his wife. |
| Eleonora Karpovna had most likely in her first youth been possessed of what the French for some unknown reason call beauté du diable , that is to say, freshness; |
| but when I made her acquaintance, she suggested involuntarily to the mind a good-sized piece of meat, freshly laid by the butcher on a clean marble table. |
| Designedly I used the word 'clean'; |
| not only our hostess herself seemed a model of cleanliness, but everything about her, everything in the house positively shone, and glittered; everything had been scoured, and polished, and washed: |
| the samovar on the round table flashed like fire; |
| the curtains before the windows, the table-napkins were crisp with starch, as were also the little frocks and shirts of Mr. Ratsch's four children sitting there, stout, chubby little creatures, exceedingly like their mother, with coarsely moulded, sturdy faces, curls on their foreheads, and red, shapeless fingers. |
| All the four of them had rather flat noses, large, swollen-looking lips, and tiny, light-grey eyes. |
| 'Here's my squadron!' |
| cried Mr. Ratsch, laying his heavy hand on the children's heads one after another. ' |
| 'Kolia, Olga, Sashka and Mashka! |
| This one's eight, this one's seven, that one's four, and this one's only two! |
| Ha! ha! ha! |
| As you can see, my wife and I haven't wasted our time! |
| Eh, Eleonora Karpovna?' |
| 'You always say things like that,' observed Eleonora Karpovna and she turned away. |
| 'And she's bestowed such Russian names on her squallers!' |
| Mr. Ratsch pursued. ' |
| 'The next thing, she'll have them all baptized into the Orthodox Church! |
| Yes, by Jove! |
| She's so Slavonic in her sympathies, 'pon my soul, she is, though she is of German blood! |
| Eleonora Karpovna, are you Slavonic?' |
| Eleonora Karpovna lost her temper. |
| 'I'm a petty councillor's wife, that's what I am! |
| And so I'm a Russian lady and all you may say....' |
| 'There, the way she loves Russia, it's simply awful!' |
| broke in Ivan Demianitch. ' |
| 'A perfect volcano, ho, ho!' |
| 'Well, and what of it?' |
| pursued Eleonora Karpovna. ' |
| 'To be sure I love Russia, for where else could I obtain noble rank? |
| And my children too are nobly born, you know. |
| Kolia, sitze ruhig mit den Füssen!' |
| Ratsch waved his hand to her. |
| 'There, there, princess, don't excite yourself! |
| But where's the nobly born Viktor? |
| To be sure, he's always gadding about! |
| He'll come across the inspector one of these fine days! |
| He'll give him a talking-to! |
| Das ist ein Bummler, Fiktor!' |
| 'Dem Fiktov kann ich nicht kommandiren, Ivan Demianitch. |
| Sie wissen wohl!' |
| grumbled Eleonora Karpovna. |
| I looked at Fustov, as though wishing finally to arrive at what induced him to visit such people... |
| but at that instant there came into the room a tall girl in a black dress, the elder daughter of Mr. Ratsch, to whom Fustov had referred.... |
| I perceived the explanation of my friend's frequent visits. |
| There is somewhere, I remember, in Shakespeare, something about 'a white dove in a flock of black crows'; |
| that was just the impression made on me by the girl, who entered the room. |
| Between the world surrounding her and herself there seemed to be too little in common; |
| she herself seemed secretly bewildered and wondering how she had come there. |
| All the members of Mr. Ratsch's family looked self-satisfied, simple-hearted, healthy creatures; |
| her beautiful, but already careworn, face bore the traces of depression, pride and morbidity. |
| The others, unmistakable plebeians, were unconstrained in their manners, coarse perhaps, but simple; |
| 'You have a natural gift for the game,' he pronounced in a courteous tone, noticing probably that my vanity was suffering; ' |
| Marvellous were those eyes of Fustov's! |
| This person stopped short, looked at me, opened his mouth wide, and with a metallic chuckle, he gave himself a smart slap on his haunch, kicking his leg up in front as he did so. |
| Between the world surrounding her and herself there seemed to be too little in common; |
| But all those now "tloo-too-too," and "tra-ta-ta," are written, I suppose, more for beginners. |
| XV |
| I stood like one condemned to death myself. |
| She soon gave birth to a son, Viktor, this same Viktor whom I have every right to think and to call my enemy. |
| Fustov shrugged his shoulders. |
| He took his cap, and went out of the room. |
| I seized him by the hand. |
| for me... I can't... I can't....' |
| After all that I had found out about him!... |
| 'To be sure,' Eleonora Karpovna repeated after him, 'hyper... |
| In the church there were a good many people assembled, more outsiders than acquaintances, as one could see by the expression of their faces. |
| Mr. Ratsch here too showed the energy of his spirit, so rapidly, with such force and vigour, did he fling clods of earth on to the coffin lid, throwing himself into an heroic pose, with one leg planted firmly before him... |
| 'Father deacon! |