boyhood-第14节
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What a pitiful spring of moral activity is the human intellect！ My faulty reason could not define the impenetrable。 Consequently it shattered one fruitless conviction after anotherconvictions which； happily for my after life； I never lacked the courage to abandon as soon as they proved inadequate。 From all this weary mental struggle I derived only a certain pliancy of mind； a weakening of the will； a habit of perpetual moral analysis； and a diminution both of freshness of sentiment and of clearness of thought。 Usually abstract thinking develops man's capacity for apprehending the bent of his mind at certain moments and laying it to heart； but my inclination for abstract thought developed my consciousness in such a way that often when I began to consider even the simplest matter； I would lose myself in a labyrinthine analysis of my own thoughts concerning the matter in question。 That is to say； I no longer thought of the matter itself； but only of what I was thinking about it。 If I had then asked myself； 〃Of what am I thinking？〃 the true answer would have been； 〃I am thinking of what I am thinking；〃 and if I had further asked myself； 〃What； then； are the thoughts of which I am thinking？〃 I should have had to reply； 〃They are attempts to think of what I am thinking concerning my own thoughts〃and so on。 Reason； with me； had to yield to excess of reason。 Every philosophical discovery which I made so flattered my conceit that I often imagined myself to be a great man discovering new truths for the benefit of humanity。 Consequently； I looked down with proud dignity upon my fellow…mortals。 Yet； strange to state； no sooner did I come in contact with those fellow…mortals than I became filled with a stupid shyness of them； and； the higher I happened to be standing in my own opinion； the less did I feel capable of making others perceive my consciousness of my own dignity； since I could not rid myself of a sense of diffidence concerning even the simplest of my words and acts。
XX。 WOLODA
THE further I advance in the recital of this period of my life； the more difficult and onerous does the task become。 Too rarely do I find among the reminiscences of that time any moments full of the ardent feeling of sincerity which so often and so cheeringly illumined my childhood。 Gladly would I pass in haste over my lonely boyhood； the sooner to arrive at the happy time when once again a tender； sincere； and noble friendship marked with a gleam of light at once the termination of that period and the beginning of a phase of my youth which was full of the charm of poetry。 Therefore； I will not pursue my recollections from hour to hour； but only throw a cursory glance at the most prominent of them； from the time to which I have now carried my tale to the moment of my first contact with the exceptional personality that was fated to exercise such a decisive influence upon my character and ideas。
Woloda was about to enter the University。 Tutors came to give him lessons independently of myself； and I listened with envy and involuntary respect as he drew boldly on the blackboard with white chalk and talked about 〃functions；〃 〃sines；〃 and so forth all of which seemed to me terms pertaining to unattainable wisdom。 At length； one Sunday before luncheon all the tutorsand among them two professorsassembled in Grandmamma's room； and in the presence of Papa and some friends put Woloda through a rehearsal of his University examinationin which； to Grandmamma's delight； he gave evidence of no ordinary amount of knowledge。
Questions on different subjects were also put to me； but on all of them I showed complete ignorance； while the fact that the professors manifestly endeavoured to conceal that ignorance from Grandmamma only confused me the more。 Yet； after all； I was only fifteen； and so had a year before me in which to prepare for the examinations。 Woloda now came downstairs for luncheon only； and spent whole days and evenings over his studies in his own room to which he kept； not from necessity； but because he preferred its seclusion。 He was very ambitious； and meant to pass the examinations； not by halves； but with flying colours。
The first day arrived。 Woloda was wearing a new blue frockcoat with brass buttons； a gold watch； and shiny boots。 At the door stood Papa's phaeton； which Nicola duly opened； and presently； when Woloda and St。 Jerome set out for the University； the girls particularly Katenkacould be seen gazing with beaming faces from the window at Woloda's pleasing figure as it sat in the carriage。 Papa said several times； 〃God go with him！〃 and Grandmamma； who also had dragged herself to the window； continued to make the sign of the cross as long as the phaeton was visible； as well as to murmur something to herself。
When Woloda returned； every one eagerly crowded round him。 〃How many marks？ Were they good ones？〃 〃Yes。〃 But his happy face was an answer in itself。 He had received five marks…the maximum！ The next day； he sped on his way with the same good wishes and the same anxiety for his success； and was welcomed home with the same eagerness and joy。
This lasted for nine days。 On the tenth day there was to be the last and most difficult examination of allthe one in divinity。
We all stood at the window； and watched for him with greater impatience than ever。 Two o'clock； and yet no Woloda。
〃Here they come； Papa！ Here they come！〃 suddenly screamed Lubotshka as she peered through the window。
Sure enough the phaeton was driving up with St。 Jerome and Wolodathe latter no longer in his grey cap and blue frockcoat； but in the uniform of a student of the University； with its embroidered blue collar； three…cornered hat； and gilded sword。
〃Ah！ If only SHE had been alive now！ 〃 exclaimed Grandmamma on seeing Woloda in this dress； and swooned away。
Woloda enters the anteroom with a beaming face； and embraces myself； Lubotshka； Mimi； and Katenkathe latter blushing to her ears。 He hardly knows himself for joy。 And how smart he looks in that uniform！ How well the blue collar suits his budding； dark moustache！ What a tall； elegant figure is his； and what a distinguished walk！
On that memorable day we all lunched together in Grandmamma's room。 Every face expressed delight； and with the dessert which followed the meal the servants； with grave but gratified faces； brought in bottles of champagne。
Grandmamma； for the first time since Mamma's death； drank a full glass of the wine to Woloda's health； and wept for joy as she looked at him。
Henceforth Woloda drove his own turn…out； invited his own friends； smoked； and went to balls。 On one occasion； I even saw him sharing a couple of bottles of champagne with some guests in his room； and the whole company drinking a toast； with each glass； to some mysterious being； and then quarrelling as to who should have the bottom of the bottle！
Nevertheless he always lunched at home； and after the meal would stretch himself on a sofa and talk confidentially to Katenka： yet from what I overheard （while pretending； of course； to pay no attention） I gathered that they were only talking of the heroes and heroines of novels which they had read； or else of jealousy and love； and so on。 Never could I understand what they found so attractive in these conversations； nor why they smiled so happily and discussed things with such animation。
Altogether I could see that； in addition to the friendship natural to persons who had been companions from childhood； there existed between Woloda and Katenka a relation which differentiated them from us； and united them mysteriously to one another。
XXI。 KATENKA AND LUBOTSHKA
Katenka was now sixteen years oldquite a grown…up girl； and although at that age the angular figures； the bashfulness； and the gaucherie peculiar to girls passing from childhood to youth usually replace the comely freshness and graceful； half…developed bloom of childhood； she had in no way altered。 Still the blue eyes with their merry glance were hers； the well…shaped nose with firm nostrils and almost forming a line with the forehead； the little mouth with its charming smile； the dimples in the rosy cheeks； and the small white hands。 To her； the epithet of it girl；〃 pure and simple； was pre…eminently applicable； for in her the only new features were a new and 〃young…lady…like〃 arrangement of her thick flaxen hair and a youthful bosomthe latter an addition which at once caused her great joy and made her very bashful。
Although Lubotshka and she had grown up together and received the same education； they were totally unlike one another。 Lubotshka was not tall； and the rickets from which she had suffered had shaped her feet in goose fashion and made her figure very bad。 The only pretty feature in her face was her eyes； which were indeed wonderful； being large and black； and instinct with such an extremely pleasing expression of mingled gravity and naivete that she was bound to attract attention。 In everything she was simple and natural； so that； whereas Katenka always looked as though she were trying to be like some one else； Lubotshka looked people straight in the face； and sometimes fixed them so long with her splendid black eyes that she got blamed for doing what was thought to be i
