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【国外英文文学】Childhood
Childhood
ByLeoTolstoy
TranslatedbyCJHogarth
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THETUTOR,KARLIVANITCH
Onthe12thofAugust,18--(justthreedaysaftermytenthbirthday,whenIhadbeengivensuchwonderfulpresents),Iwasawakenedatseveno'clockinthemorningbyKarlIvanitchslappingthewallclosetomyheadwithafly-,,steadiedthestillshakingimagewithmyhand,flickedthedeadflyontothefloor,andgazedatKarlIvanitchwithsleepy,,inaparti-colouredwaddeddressing-gownfastenedaboutthewaistwithawidebeltofthesamematerial,aredknittedcapadornedwithatassel,andsoftslippersofgoatskin,wentonwalkingroundthewallsandtakingaimat,andslapping,flies.
"Suppose,"Ithoughttomyself,"thatIamonlyasmallboy,yetwhyshouldhedisturbme?WhydoeshenotgokillingfliesaroundWoloda'sbed?No;WolodaisolderthanI,andIamtheyoungestofthefamily,--,!Andhisdressing-gownandcapandtasseltoo--theyareallofthemdisgusting."
WhileIwasthusinwardlyventingmywrathuponKarlIvanitch,hehadpassedtohisownbedstead,lookedathiswatch(whichhungsuspendedinalittleshoesewnwithbugles),anddepositedthefly-flaponanail,then,evidentlyinthemostcheerfulmoodpossible,heturnedroundtous.
"Getup,children!Itisquitetime,andyourmotherisalreadyinthedrawing-room,",satdownatmyfeet,andtookhissnuff-,wipedhisnose,flickedhisfingers,andbeganamusinghimselfbyteasingmeandticklingmytoesashesaidwithasmile,"Well,well,littlelazyone!"
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Forallmydreadofbeingtickled,Ideterminednottogetoutofbedortoanswerhim,.buthidmyheaddeeperinthepillow,kickedoutwithallmystrength,andstrainedeverynervetokeepfromlaughing.
"Howkindheis,andhowfondofus!"Ithoughttomyself,YettothinkthatIcouldbehatinghimsojustnow!"
Ifeltangry,bothwithmyselfandwithKarlIvanitch,Iwantedtolaughandtocryatthesametime,formynerveswereallonedge.
"Leavemealone,Karl!"Iexclaimedatlength,withtearsinmyeyes,asIraisedmyheadfrombeneaththebed-clothes.
KarlIvanitchwastakenaback,Heleftoffticklingmyfeet,andaskedmekindlywhatthematterwas,HadIhadadisagreeabledream?-stricken,andcouldnotunderstandhow,onlyaminuteago,IhadbeenhatingKarl,andthinkinghisdressing-,,,sinceIdidnotrememberhavingdreamtanythingatallthatnight,butthetruthwasthatKarl'ssympathyashetriedtocomfortandreassuremehadgraduallymademebelievethatIHADdreamtsuchahorribledream,andsoweepthemore--thoughfromadifferentcausetotheoneheimagined
WhenKarlIvanitchhadleftme,,[ThistermisoftenappliedbychildrentooldservantsinRussia]Nicolacamein--aneatlittlemanwhowasalwaysgrave,methodical,andrespectful,aswellasagreatfriendofKarl's,Hebroughtwithhimourclothesandboots--atleast,bootsforWoloda,andformyselftheolddetestable,be-,and,moreover,themorningsunwasshiningsogailythroughthewindow,andWoloda,standingatthewashstandashemimickedMariaIvanovna(mysister'sgoverness),waslaughingsoloudandsolong,thateventheseriousNicola--atoweloverhisshoulder,thesoapinonehand,andthebasinintheother--couldnothelpsmilingashesaid,"Willyoupleaseletmewashyou,VladimirPetrovitch?"Ihadcheeredupcompletely.
"Areyounearlyready?"cameKarl',,,and,abrushstillinmyhandasIsmoothedmywethair,,withspectaclesonnoseandabookinhishand,wassitting,asusual,--oneofthemthechildren's(thatistosay,ours),andtheotheroneKarl'--lessonbooksandplaybooks--,,aswellascoverswithoutbooksandbookswithoutcovers,sinceeverythinggotcrammeduptogetheranyhowwhenplaytimearrivedandweweretoldtoputthe"library"(asKarlcalledtheseshelves)inorderThecollectionofbooksonhisownshelfwas,ifnotsonumerousasours,,namely,aGermanpamphlet(minusacover)onManuringCabbagesinKitchen-Gardens,aHistoryoftheSevenYears'War(boundinparchmentandburntatonecorner),,heneverreadanythingbeyondthesebooksandTheNorthernBee.
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AnotherarticleonKarl',,andhaddevisedthiscontrivanceforshieldinghisweakeyesfromanyverystronglight.
Icanseehimbeforemenow--thetallfigureinitswaddeddressing-gownandredcap(afewgreyhairsvisiblebeneaththelatter)sittingbesidethetable;thescreenwiththehairdressershadinghisface;onehandholdingabook,,withahuntsmanpaintedonthedial,acheckcottonhandkerchief,aroundblacksnuff-box,andagreenspectacle-case,TheneatnessandorderlinessofallthesearticlesshowclearlythatKarlIvanitchhasaclearconscienceandaquietmind.
Sometimes,whentiredofrunningaboutthesalondownstairs,IwouldstealontiptoetotheschoolroomandfindKarlsittingaloneinhisarmchairas,withagraveandquietexpressiononhisface,,also,thereweremomentswhenhewasnotreading,andwhenthespectacleshadslippeddownhislargeaquilinenose,andtheblue,half-closedeyesandfaintlysmilinglipsseemedtobegazingbeforethemwithacuriousexpression,Allwouldbequietintheroom--,andIwouldstandatthedoorandthink:"Poor,pooroldman!Therearemanyofus,andwecanplaytogetherandbehappy,buthesitsthereallalone,,too--howterribleitis!IrememberhimtellingittoNicola,Howdreadfultobeinhisposition!"ThenIwouldfeelsosorryforhimthatIwouldgotohim,andtakehishand,andsay,"DearKarlIvanitch!"andhewouldbevisiblydelightedwheneverIspoketohimlikethis,andwouldlookmuchbrighter.
Onthesecondwalloftheschoolroomhungsomemaps--mostlytorn,butgluedtogetheragainbyKarl'(inthemiddleofwhichstoodthedoor)hung,ononesideofthedoor,acoupleofrulers(oneofthemours--muchbescratched,andtheotheronehis--quiteanewone),with,onthefurthersideofthedoor,--theshutteronthestove,theventilatoraboveit,andthenoisewhichitmadewhenturned!SometimesIwouldbemadetostayinthatcornertillmybackandkneeswereachingallover,andIwouldthinktomyself."HasKarlIvanitchforgottenme?Hegoesonsittingquietlyinhisarm-chairandreadinghisHydrostatics,whileI--!"Then,toremindhimofmypresence,;butifbychanceanextralargepiecefelluponthefloor,,buthewouldstillbesittingtherequietly,bookinhand,andpretendingthathehadnoticednothing.
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Inthemiddleoftheroomstoodatable,,throughuse,,fromthefirstofwhichtheviewwasasfollows,Immediatelybeneathitthereranahighroadonwhicheveryirregularity,everypebble,-trees,throughwhichglimpsescouldbecaughtofawattledfence,withameadowwithfarmbuildingsononesideofitandawoodontheother--thewholeboundedbythekeeper'shutatthefurtherendofthemeadow,Thenextwindowtotherightoverlookedthepartoftheterracewherethe"grownups",whenKarlwascorrectingourexercises,IwouldlookoutofthatwindowandseeMamma'sdarkhairandthebacksofsomepersonswithher,,andthinktomyself,"WhenamIgoingtobegrownup,andtohavenomorelessons,butsitwiththepeoplewhomIloveinsteadofwiththesehorriddialoguesinmyhand?"Thenmyangerwouldchangetosadness,andIwouldfallintosuchareveriethatIneverheardKarlwhenhescoldedmeformymistakes.
Atlast,onthemorningofwhichIamspeaking,KarlIvanitchtookoffhisdressing-gown,putonhisbluefrockcoatwithitscreasedandcrumpledshoulders,adjustedhistiebeforethelooking-glass,andtookusdowntogreetMamma.
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MAMMA
Mammawassittinginthedrawing--pot,,inrealityshenotedneitherthisfactnorourentry.
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Howevervividbeone'srecollectionofthepast,anyattempttorecallthefeaturesofabelovedbeingshowsthemtoone'svisionasthroughamistoftears--,Isee,true,herbrowneyes,expressivealwaysofloveandkindness,thesmallmoleonherneckbelowwherethesmallhairsgrow,herwhiteembroideredcollar,andthedelicate,freshhandwhichsooftencaressedme,andwhichIsooftenkissed;buthergeneralappearanceescapesmealtogether.
TotheleftofthesofastoodanEnglishpiano,atwhichmydark-hairedsisterLubotshkawassittingandplayingwithmanifesteffort(forherhandswererosyfromarecentwashingincoldwater)Clementi's"Etudes."Thenelevenyearsold,shewasdressedinashortcottonfrockandwhitelace-frilledtrousers,,inacapadornedwithpinkribbonsandablueshawl,Herfacewasredandcross,,shewentonbeatingtimewithherfootandcounting,"One,two,three--one,two,three,"moreloudlyandcommandinglythanever.
KarlIvanitchpaidnoattentiontothisrudeness,butwent,asusual,withGermanpolitenesstokissMamma'shand,Shedrewherselfup,shookherheadasthoughbythemovementtochaseawaysadthoughtsfromher,andgaveKarlherhand,kissinghimonhiswrinkledtempleashebenthisheadinsalutation.
"Ithankyou,dearKarlIvanitch,"shesaidinGerman,andthen,stillusingthesamelanguageaskedhimhowwe(thechildren),,and,leaningonehanduponthetableandliftinghiscapabovehishead,saidwith,asmilewhichinthosedaysalwaysseemedtometheperfectionofpoliteness:"You,willexcuseme,willyounot,NataliaNicolaevna?"
Thereasonforthiswasthat,toavoidcatchingcold,Karlnevertookoffhisredcap,butinvariablyaskedpermission,onenteringthedrawing-room,toretainitonhishead.
"Yes,prayreplaceit,KarlIvanitch,"saidMamma,bendingtowardshimandraisinghervoice,"ButIaskedyouwhetherthechildrenhadsleptwell?"
Stillhedidnothear,but,coveringhisbaldheadagainwiththeredcap,wentonsmilingmorethanever,
"Stopamoment,Mimi."saidMamma(nowsmilingalso)toMariaIvanovna."Itisimpossibletohearanything."
HowbeautifulMamma'sfacewaswhenshesmiled!Itmadehersoinfinitelymorecharming,andeverythingaroundherseemedtogrowbrighter!IfinthemorepainfulmomentsofmylifeIcouldhaveseenthatsmilebeforemyeyes,