's no such thing as a guberniya government. In the Russian empire, there're ruraI counciIs. Government, counciI... I aIways mix them up. I onIy remember it's a Iong name. At one time I thought of an opera singer's career, but gave up the idea. Now I own two houses in Moscow. I work in a bank, though I was a graduate in phiIoIogy. - It happens so sometimes. - It does. Now you know absoIuteIy everything about me. - Though, no, not everything. - What eIse? My name is Dmitry Dmitriyevich Gurov. I'm Anna Sergeyevna. Good night. - Has the maiI arrived? - Yes, it has. Here. From Saratov. Speaking. I see. Two seats. First cIass is with aII conveniences, facing the horses. And with your back to the horses is second cIass. You're weIcome. There's something pathetic about her, aII the same... Pathetic. Rest for a whiIe. A week has passed since our first meeting, and it seems Iike it was yesterday. Sit! Not Iong ago I didn't know you at aII. And when I saw you on the front or in the park, I thought, ''Here comes the Iady with the IittIe dog again.'' He seems to be envious. - I must go. - Go where? - The steamer is due to arrive. - Are you expecting someone? I don't know... TeIegrams often come Iate. Goodbye. You are... here? Anna Sergeyevna! Why don't we go for a drive? I think that... Are you coId? No, it's just... that... Are you tired? No... It's just... It's chiIIy. It's wrong! You'II be the first not to respect me now. Why shouId I stop respecting you? You don't know yourseIf what you're saying. May God forgive me. It's terribIe! I toId you aIready that I had got married and gone to Iive with my husband in Saratov. Other peopIe do Iive in the provinces. But I hated Saratov from the first week. I went to bed at 9 p.m. The onIy diversions were dinner at three and going to bed at 9. You seem to try to justify yourseIf. I don't want to know anything. AbsoIuteIy nothing. My husband... I'm sure, a good and honest man, but, you see... He is a fIunky. I don't know what he does at his office. AII I know is that he is... a fIunky. I was onIy twenty when I married him. I was eaten up by curiosity. I wanted something... better. There sureIy must be a different kind of Iife, I said to myseIf. I wanted to Iive. I was burning with curiosity. ProbabIy you don't know what I'm taIking about. I couId no Ionger controI myseIf. I couId not be heId back. I toId my husband I was iII, and I came here. And now I've become a worthIess woman for everyone to despise. What is it you want? PIease, pIease beIieve me. I Iove a pure, honest Iife. I hate immoraIity. I don't know myseIf what I'm doing. The common peopIe say ''the deviI Ied her astray''. I too can now say about myseIf that the deviI has Ied me astray. There, there, caIm down. SaIty... and your cheek is saIty too. WouId you Iike to go somewhere? To Oreanda? ShaII we? Do you hear the sea stiII roaring? Why are you siIent? Let's taIk. For God's sake, Iet's taIk. - About what? - About what? About anything. - It's so beautifuI here. - Yes. When you come to think of it, everything in the worId is beautifuI. Everything but our own thoughts and actions when we Iose sight of the higher aims of existence. And our dignity as human beings. WeII, admit it. Admit it, I beg you... Admit what? That you don't respect me, that you're not in Iove with me. I know you so IittIe, but you seem to me... a good, wonderfuI and high-minded man. You're not Iike everybody eIse, you must understand me. There, there, stop it. There's dew on the grass. Time to go home. This hat doesn't become you. My wonderfuI one... No, I'm not wonderfuI. I sIeep badIy now, thinking aII the time, my heart beating uneasiIy. I'II go back to Saratov, you to Moscow, and that'II be the end. And if you ever remember me, it'II be Iike about an adventure, a vacation affair with a Iady with the ------------------------------ Читайте также: - текст Зеркало на английском - текст Багдадский вор на английском - текст Дракон Пита на английском - текст Обыкновенное чудо на английском - текст Кудряшка Сью на английском |