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1、【英文文学】Marie_a story of Russian loveTranslators NoteAlexander Pushkin, the most distinguished poet of Russia, was born at Saint Petersburg, 1799. When only twenty-one years of age he entered the civil service in the department of foreign affairs. Lord Byrons writings and efforts for Greek independenc

2、e exercised great influence over Pushkin, whose “Ode to Liberty” cost him his freedom. He was exiled to Bessarabia A region of Moldova and western Ukraine from 1820 to 1825, whence he returned at the accession of the new emperor, Nicholas, who made him historiographer of Peter the Great. Pushkins fr

3、iends now looked upon him as a traitor to the cause of liberty. It is not improbable that an enforced residence at the mouth of the Danube somewhat cooled his patriotic enthusiasm. Every Autumn, his favorite season for literary production, he usually passed at his country seat in the province Pekoff

4、. Here from 1825 to 1829 he published “Pultowa,” “Boris Godunoff,” “Eugene Onegin,” and “Ruslaw and Ludmila,” a tale in verse, after the Manner of Ariostos “Orlando Furioso.” This is considered as the first great poetical work in the Russian language, though the critics of the day attacked it, becau

5、se it was beyond their grasp; but the public devoured it.In 1831 Pushkin married, and soon after appeared his charming novel, “Marie,” a picture of garrison life on the Russian plains. Peter and Marie of this Northern story are as pure as their native snows, and whilst listening to the recital, we i

6、nhale the odor of the steppe, and catch glimpses of the semi-barbarous Kalmouk and the Cossack of the Don.A duel with his brother-inlaw terminated the life of Pushkin in the splendor of his talent. The emperor munificently endowed the poets family, and ordered a superb edition of all his works to be

7、 published at the expense of the crown. His death was mourned by his countrymen as a national calamity.M. H. de Z.Chicago, Nov. 1, 1876.Chapter 1 The Sergeant of the GuardsMy father, Andrew Peter Grineff, having served in his youth under Count Munich, left the army in 17 , with the grade of First Ma

8、jor. From that time he lived on his estate in the Principality of Simbirsk, where he married Avoditia, daughter of a poor noble in the neighborhood. Of nine children, the issue of this marriage, I was the only survivor. My brothers and sisters died in childhood.Through the favor of a near relative o

9、f ours, Prince B, himself a Major in the Guards, I was enrolled Sergeant of the Guards in the regiment of Semenofski. It was understood that I was on furlough till my education should be finished. From my fifth year I was confided to the care of an old servant Saveliitch, whose steadiness promoted h

10、im to the rank of my personal attendant. Thanks to his care, when I was twelve years of age I knew how to read and write, and could make a correct estimate of the points of a hunting dog.At this time, to complete my education, my father engaged upon a salary a Frenchman, M. Beaupre, who was brought

11、from Moscow with one years provision of wine and oil from Provence. His arrival of course displeased Saveliitch.Beaupre had been in his own country a valet, in Prussia a soldier, then he came to Russia to be a tutor, not knowing very well what the word meant in our language. He was a good fellow, as

12、tonishingly gay and absent-minded. His chief foible was a passion for the fair sex. Nor was he, to use his own expression, an enemy to the bottle that is to say, a la Russe, he loved drink. But as at home wine was offered only at table, and then in small glasses, and as, moreover, on these occasions

13、, the servants passed by the pedagogue, Beaupre soon accustomed himself to Russian brandy, and, in time, preferred it, as a better tonic, to the wines of his native country. We became great friends, and although according to contract he was engaged to teach me French, German, and all the sciences, y

14、et he was content that I should teach him to chatter Russian. But as each of us minded his own business, our friendship was constant, and I desired no mentor. However, destiny very soon separated us, in consequence of an event which I will relate.Our laundress, a fat girl all scarred by small-pox, a

15、nd our dairymaid, who was blind of an eye, agreed, one fine day, to throw themselves at my mothers feet and accuse the Frenchman of trifling with their innocence and inexperience!My mother would have no jesting upon this point, and she in turn complained to my father, who, like a man of business, pr

16、omptly ordered “that dog of a Frenchman” into his presence. The servant informed him meekly that Beaupre was at the moment engaged in giving me a lesson.My father rushed to my room. Beaupre was sleeping upon his bed the sleep of innocence. I was deep in a most interesting occupation. They had brough

17、t from Moscow, for me, a geographical map, which hung unused against the wall; the width and strength of its paper had been to me a standing temptation. I had determined to make a kite of it, and profiting that morning by Beaupres sleep, I had set to work. My father came in just as I was tying a tai

18、l to the Cape of Good Hope! Seeing my work, he seized me by the ear and shook me soundly; then rushing to Beaupres bed, awakened him without hesitating, pouring forth a volley of abuse upon the head of the unfortunate Frenchman. In his confusion Beaupre tried in vain to rise; the poor pedagogue was

19、dead drunk! My father caught him by the coat-collar and flung him out of the room. That day he was dismissed, to the inexpressible delight of Saveliitch.Thus ended my education. I now lived in the family as the eldest son, not of age whose career is yet to open; amusing myself teaching pigeons to tu

20、mble on the roof, and playing leap-frog in the stable-yard with the grooms. In this way I reached my sixteenth year.One Autumn day, my mother was preserving fruit with honey in the family room, and I, smacking my lips, was looking at the liquid boiling; my father, seated near the window, had just op

21、ened the Court Almanac which he received every year. This book had great influence over him; he read it with extreme attention, and reading prodigiously stirred up his bile. My mother, knowing by heart all his ways and oddities, used to try to hide the miserable book, and often whole months would pa

22、ss without a sight of it. But, in revenge whenever he did happen to find it, he would sit for hours with the book before his eyes.Well, my father was reading the Court Almanac, frequently shrugging his shoulders, and murmuring: “General! Umph, he was a sergeant in my company. Knight of the Orders of

23、 Russia. Can it be so long since we ?”Finally he flung the Almanac away on the sofa and plunged into deep thought; a proceeding that never presaged anything good.“Avoditia,” said he, brusquely, to my mother, “how old is Peter?”“His seventeenth precious year has just begun,” said my mother. “Peter wa

24、s born the year Aunt Anastasia lost her eye, and that was ”“Well, well,” said my father, “it is time he should join the army. It is high time he should give up his nurse, leap-frog and pigeon training.”The thought of a separation so affected my poor mother that she let the spoon fall into the preser

25、ving pan, and tears rained from her eyes.As for me, it is difficult to express my joy. The idea of army service was mingled in my head with that of liberty, and the pleasures offered by a great city like Saint Petersburg. I saw myself an officer in the Guards, which, in my opinion was the height of

26、felicity.As my father neither liked to change his plans, nor delay their execution, the day of my departure was instantly fixed. That evening, saying that he would give me a letter to my future chief, he called for writing materials.“Do not forget, Andrew,” said my mother, “to salute for me Prince B

27、. Tell him that I depend upon his favor for my darling Peter.”“What nonsense,” said my father, frowning, “why should I write to Prince B.?”“You have just said that you would write to Peters future chief.”“Well, what then?”“Prince B. is his chief. You know very well that Peter is enrolled in the Seme

28、nofski regiment.”“Enrolled! whats that to me? Enrolled or not enrolled, he shall not go to Saint Petersburg. What would he learn there? Extravagance and folly. No! let him serve in the army, let him smell powder, let him be a soldier and not a do-nothing in the Guards; let him wear the straps of his

29、 knapsack out. Where is the certificate of his birth and baptism?”My mother brought the certificate, which she kept in a little box with my baptismal robe, and handed it to my father. He read it, placed it before him on the table, and commenced his letter.I was devoured by curiosity. Where am I goin

30、g, thought I, if not to Saint Petersburg? I did not take my eyes from the pen which my father moved slowly across the paper.At last, the letter finished, he put it and my certificate under the same envelope, took off his spectacles, called me and said:“This letter is addressed to Andrew Karlovitch,

31、my old friend and comrade. You are going to Orenbourg to serve under orders.”All my brilliant dreams vanished. In place of the gay life of Saint Petersburg, ennui awaited me in a wild and distant province of the empire. Military life seemed now a calamity.The next morning a kibitka was at the door;

32、my trunk was placed on it, and also a case holding tea and a tea-service, with some napkins full of rolls and pastry, the last sweet bits of the paternal home. Both my parents gave me their solemn benediction. My father said, “Adieu, Peter. Serve faithfully him to whom your oath is given; obey your

33、chiefs; neither seek favor, nor solicit service, but do not reject them; and remember the proverb: Take care of thy coat whilst it is new, and thy honor whilst it is fresh.”My darling mother, all in tears, told me to take care of my health; and counseled Saveliitch to guard her child from danger.I w

34、as wrapped up in a short touloup lined with hare-skin, and over that a pelisse lined fox-skin. I took my seat in the kibitka with Saveliitch, and shedding bitter tears, set out for my destination.That night I arrived at Simbirsk, where I was to stay twenty-four hours, in order that Saveliitch might

35、make various purchases entrusted to him. Early in the morning Saveliitch went to the shops, whilst I stayed in the inn. Tired of gazing out of the window upon a dirty little street, I rambled about the inn, and at last entered the billiard-room. I found there a tall gentleman, some forty years of ag

36、e, with heavy black moustaches, in his dressing-gown, holding a cue and smoking his pipe. He was playing with the marker, who was to drink a glass of brandy and water if he gained, and if he lost was to pass, on all-fours, under the billiard table. I watched them playing. The more they played the mo

37、re frequent became the promenades on all-fours, so that finally the marker stayed under the table. The gentleman pronounced over him some energetic expression, as a funeral oration, and then proposed that I should play a game with him. I declared that I did not know how to play billiards. That seeme

38、d strange to him. He looked at me with commiseration.However, we opened a conversation. I learned that his name was Ivan Zourine; that he was a chief of a squadron of Hussars stationed then at Simbirsk recruiting soldiers, and that his quarters were at my inn. He invited me to mess with him, soldier

39、-fashion, pot-luck. I accepted with pleasure, and we sat down to dinner. Zourine drank deeply, and invited me to drink also, saying that I must become accustomed to the service. He told stories of garrison life which made me laugh till I held my sides, and we rose from the table intimate friends. He

40、 then proposed to teach me how to play billiards. “It is,” said he, “indispensable for soldiers like ourselves. For example, suppose we arrive in a town, whats to be done? We can not always make sport of the Jews. As a last resort there is the inn and the billiard-room; but to play billiards, one mu

41、st know how.” These reasons convinced me, and I set about learning with enthusiasm.Zourine encouraged me in a loud tone; he was astonished at my rapid progress, and after a few lesson he proposed to play for money, were it only two kopecks, not for the gain, merely to avoid playing for nothing, whic

42、h was, according to him, a very bad habit. I agreed. Zourine ordered punch, which he advised me to taste in order to become used to the service, “for,” said he, “what kind of service would that be without punch?”I took his advice, and we continued to play; the more I tasted of my glass the bolder I

43、grew. I made the balls fly over the cushions; I was angry with the marker who was counting. Heaven knows why. I increased the stake, and behaved, altogether, like a boy just cut free, for the first time, from his mothers apron-strings. The time passed quickly. At last, Zourine glanced at the clock,

44、laid down his cue, and said that I had lost a hundred roubles to him.I was in great confusion, because my money was all in the hands of Saveliitch. I began to mumble excuses, when Zourine exclaimed, “Oh! well! Good God! I can wait till morning; dont be distressed about it. Now let us go to supper.”

45、What could I do? I finished the day as foolishly as I began it.Zourine never ceased pouring out drinks for me; advising me to become accustomed to the service. Rising from table, I could scarcely stand. At midnight Zourine brought me back to the inn.Saveliitch met us at the door, and uttered a cry o

46、f horror when he saw the unmistakable signs of my “zeal for the service.”“What has happened to thee?” said he, in heart-broken accents; “where have you been filling yourself like a sack? Oh! heavenly father! a misfortune like this never came before.”“Silence! old owl,” said I, stammering, “I am sure

47、 you are drunk yourself; go to bed, but first put me there.”I awoke next morning with a severe headache; the events of the evening I recalled vaguely, but my recollections became vivid at the sight of Saveliitch who came to me with a cup of tea.“You begin young, Peter Grineff,” said the old men, sha

48、king his head. “Eh! from whom do you inherit it? Neither your father nor grandfather were drunkards. Your mothers name can not be mentioned; she never deigned to taste any thing but cider. Whose fault is it then? That cursed Frenchmans; he taught three fine things, that miserable dog that pagan for

49、thy teacher, as if his lordship, thy father, had not people of his own.”I was ashamed before the old man; I turned my face away saying, “I do not want any tea, go away, Saveliitch.” It was not easy to stop Saveliitch, once he began to preach.“Now, Peter, you see what it is to play the fool. You have a headache, you have no appetite, a drunkard is good for nothing. Here, take some of this decoction of cucumber and honey, or half a glass of brandy to so