the wife and other stories-第34节
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This Spiridon spent a long time taking my measure。 He measured me all over lengthways and crossways； as though he meant to put hoops round me like a barrel； then he spent a long time noting down my measurements with a thick pencil on a bit of paper； and ticked off all the measurements with triangular signs。 When he had finished with me he set to work on my tutor； Yegor Alexyevitch Pobyedimsky。 My beloved tutor was then at the stage when young men watch the growth of their moustache and are critical of their clothes； and so you can imagine the devout awe with which Spiridon approached him。 Yegor Alexyevitch had to throw back his head； to straddle his legs like an inverted V； first lift up his arms； then let them fall。 Spiridon measured him several times； walking round him during the process like a love…sick pigeon round its mate； going down on one knee； bending double。 。 。 。 My mother； weary； exhausted by her exertions and heated by ironing； watched these lengthy proceedings； and said：
〃Mind now； Spiridon； you will have to answer for it to God if you spoil the cloth！ And it will be the worse for you if you don't make them fit！〃
Mother's words threw Spiridon first into a fever； then into a perspiration； for he was convinced that he would not make them fit。 He received one rouble twenty kopecks for making my suit； and for Pobyedimsky's two roubles； but we provided the cloth； the lining； and the buttons。 The price cannot be considered excessive； as Novostroevka was about seven miles from us； and the tailor came to fit us four times。 When he came to try the things on and we squeezed ourselves into the tight trousers and jackets adorned with basting threads； mother always frowned contemptuously and expressed her surprise：
〃Goodness knows what the fashions are coming to nowadays！ I am positively ashamed to look at them。 If brother were not used to Petersburg I would not get you fashionable clothes！〃
Spiridon； relieved that the blame was thrown on the fashion and not on him； shrugged his shoulders and sighed； as though to say：
〃There's no help for it； it's the spirit of the age！〃
The excitement with which we awaited the arrival of our guest can only be compared with the strained suspense with which spiritualists wait from minute to minute the appearance of a ghost。 Mother went about with a sick headache； and was continually melting into tears。 I lost my appetite； slept badly； and did not learn my lessons。 Even in my dreams I was haunted by an impatient longing to see a general that is； a man with epaulettes and an embroidered collar sticking up to his ears； and with a naked sword in his hands； exactly like the one who hung over the sofa in the drawing…room and glared with terrible black eyes at everybody who dared to look at him。 Pobyedimsky was the only one who felt himself in his element。 He was neither terrified nor delighted； and merely from time to time； when he heard the history of the Gundasov family； said：
〃Yes； it will be pleasant to have some one fresh to talk to。〃
My tutor was looked upon among us as an exceptional nature。 He was a young man of twenty； with a pimply face； shaggy locks； a low forehead； and an unusually long nose。 His nose was so big that when he wanted to look close at anything he had to put his head on one side like a bird。 To our thinking； there was not a man in the province cleverer； more cultivated； or more stylish。 He had left the high…school in the class next to the top； and had then entered a veterinary college； from which he was expelled before the end of the first half…year。 The reason of his expulsion he carefully concealed； which enabled any one who wished to do so to look upon my instructor as an injured and to some extent a mysterious person。 He spoke little； and only of intellectual subjects； he ate meat during the fasts； and looked with contempt and condescension on the life going on around him； which did not prevent him； however； from taking presents； such as suits of clothes； from my mother； and drawing funny faces with red teeth on my kites。 Mother disliked him for his 〃pride；〃 but stood in awe of his cleverness。
Our visitor did not keep us long waiting。 At the beginning of May two wagon…loads of big boxes arrived from the station。 These boxes looked so majestic that the drivers instinctively took off their hats as they lifted them down。
〃There must be uniforms and gunpowder in those boxes；〃 I thought。
Why 〃gunpowder〃？ Probably the conception of a general was closely connected in my mind with cannons and gunpowder。
When I woke up on the morning of the tenth of May； nurse told me in a whisper that 〃my uncle had come。〃 I dressed rapidly； and； washing after a fashion； flew out of my bedroom without saying my prayers。 In the vestibule I came upon a tall； solid gentleman with fashionable whiskers and a foppish…looking overcoat。 Half dead with devout awe； I went up to him and； remembering the ceremonial mother had impressed upon me； I scraped my foot before him； made a very low bow； and craned forward to kiss his hand； but the gentleman did not allow me to kiss his hand： he informed me that he was not my uncle； but my uncle's footman； Pyotr。 The appearance of this Pyotr； far better dressed than Pobyedimsky or me； excited in me the utmost astonishment； which； to tell the truth； has lasted to this day。 Can such dignified； respectable people with stern and intellectual faces really be footmen？ And what for？
Pyotr told me that my uncle was in the garden with my mother。 I rushed into the garden。
Nature； knowing nothing of the history of the Gundasov family and the rank of my uncle； felt far more at ease and unconstrained than I。 There was a clamour going on in the garden such as one only bears at fairs。 Masses of starlings flitting through the air and hopping about the walks were noisily chattering as they hunted for cockchafers。 There were swarms of sparrows in the lilac…bushes； which threw their tender； fragrant blossoms straight in one's face。 Wherever one turned； from every direction came the note of the golden oriole and the shrill cry of the hoopoe and the red…legged falcon。 At any other time I should have begun chasing dragon…flies or throwing stones at a crow which was sitting on a low mound under an aspen…tree； with his blunt beak turned away； but at that moment I was in no mood for mischief。 My heart was throbbing； and I felt a cold sinking at my stomach； I was preparing myself to confront a gentleman with epaulettes； with a naked sword； and with terrible eyes！
But imagine my disappointment！ A dapper little foppish gentleman in white silk trousers； with a white cap on his head； was walking beside my mother in the garden。 With his hands behind him and his head thrown back； every now and then running on ahead of mother； he looked quite young。 There was so much life and movement in his whole figure that I could only detect the treachery of age when I came close up behind and saw beneath his cap a fringe of close…cropped silver hair。 Instead of the staid dignity and stolidity of a general； I saw an almost schoolboyish nimbleness； instead of a collar sticking up to his ears； an ordinary light blue necktie。 Mother and my uncle were walking in the avenue talking together。 I went softly up to them from behind； and waited for one of them to look round。
〃What a delightful place you have here； Klavdia！〃 said my uncle。 〃How charming and lovely it is！ Had I known before that you had such a charming place； nothing would have induced me to go abroad all these years。〃
My uncle stooped down rapidly and sniffed at a tulip。 Everything he saw moved him to rapture and excitement； as though he had never been in a garden on a sunny day before。 The queer man moved about as though he were on springs； and chattered incessantly； without allowing mother to utter a single word。 All of a sudden Pobyedimsky came into sight from behind an elder…tree at the turn of the avenue。 His appearance was so unexpected that my uncle positively started and stepped back a pace。 On this occasion my tutor was attired in his best Inverness cape with sleeves； in which； especially back…view； he looked remarkably like a windmill。 He had a solemn and majestic air。 Pressing his hat to his bosom in Spanish style； he took a step towards my uncle and made a bow such as a marquis makes in a melodrama； bending forward； a little to one side。
〃I have the honour to present myself to your high excellency；〃 he said aloud： 〃the teacher and instructor of your nephew； formerly a pupil of the veterinary institute； and a nobleman by birth； Pobyedimsky！〃
This politeness on the part of my tutor pleased my mother very much。 She gave a smile； and waited in thrilled suspense to hear what clever thing he would say next； but my tutor； expecting his dignified address to be answered with equal dignity that is； that my uncle would say 〃H'm！〃 like a general and hold out two fingers was greatly confused and abashed when the latter laughed genially and shook hands with him。 He muttered something incoherent； cleared his throat； and walked away。
〃Come！ isn't that charming？〃 laughed my uncle。 〃Just look！ he has made his little flourish and thinks he's a very clever fellow！ I do like that upon my soul I do！ What youthful
