the man who was afraid-第61节
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ret this silence in a way unflattering to her。
〃On account of your conversation； you have forgotten to offer some wine to our guest；〃 she said at last； after a few seconds of painful silence。
〃That's your business。 You are hostess；〃 retorted the old man。
〃0h； don't disturb yourself！〃 exclaimed Smolin； with animation。 〃I hardly drink at all。〃
〃Really？〃 asked Mayakin。
〃I assure you！ Sometimes I drink a wine glass or two in case of fatigue or illness。 But to drink wine for pleasure's sake is incomprehensible to me。 There are other pleasures more worthy of a man of culture。〃
〃You mean ladies； I suppose？〃 asked the old man with a wink。
Smolin's cheeks and neck became red with the colour which leaped to his face。 With apologetic eyes he glanced at Lubov； and said to her father drily：
〃I mean the theatre； books； music。〃
Lubov became radiant with joy at his words。
The old man looked askance at the worthy young man； smiled keenly and suddenly blurted out：
〃Eh； life is going onward！ Formerly the dog used to relish a crust； now the pug dog finds the cream too thin； pardon me for my sour remark； but it is very much to the point。 It does not exactly refer to yourself； but in general。〃
Lubov turned pale and looked at Smolin with fright。 He was calm； scrutinising an ancient salt box； decorated with enamel； he twisted his moustache and looked as though he had not heard the old man's words。 But his eyes grew darker； and his lips were compressed very tightly； and his clean…shaven chin obstinately projected forward。
〃And so； my future leading manufacturer；〃 said Mayakin； as though nothing had happened； 〃three hundred thousand roubles； and your business will flash up like a fire？〃
〃And within a year and a half I shall send out the first lot of goods； which will be eagerly sought for；〃 said Smolin； simply； with unshakable confidence； and he eyed the old man with a cold and firm look。
〃So be it； the firm of Smolin and Mayakin； and that's all？ So。 Only it seems rather late for me to start a new business； doesn't it？ I presume the grave has long been prepared for me； what do you think of it？〃
Instead of an answer Smolin burst into a rich； but indifferent and cold laughter； and then said：
〃Oh； don't say that。〃
The old man shuddered at his laughter； and started back with fright； with a scarcely perceptible movement of his body。 After Smolin's words all three maintained silence for about a minute。
〃Yes；〃 said Mayakin； without lifting his head； which was bent low。 〃It is necessary to think of that。 I must think of it。〃 Then； raising his head； he closely scrutinised his daughter and the bridegroom； and； rising from his chair； he said sternly and brusquely： 〃I am going away for awhile to my little cabinet。 You surely won't feel lonesome without me。〃
And he went out with bent back and drooping head； heavily scraping with his feet。
The young people； thus left alone； exchanged a few empty phrases； and； evidently conscious that these only helped to remove them further from each other； they maintained a painful； awkward and expectant silence。 Taking an orange； Lubov began to peel it with exaggerated attention； while Smolin； lowering his eyes； examined his moustaches； which he carefully stroked with his left hand； toyed with a knife and suddenly asked the girl in a lowered voice：
〃Pardon me for my indiscretion。 It is evidently really difficult for you； Lubov Yakovlevna； to live with your father。 He's a man with old…fashioned views and； pardon me； he's rather hard… hearted！〃
Lubov shuddered； and； casting at the red…headed man a grateful look； said：
〃It isn't easy； but I have grown accustomed to it。 He also has his good qualities。〃
〃Oh； undoubtedly！ But to you who are so young； beautiful and educated； to you with your views。。。 You see； I have heard something about you。〃
He smiled so kindly and sympathetically； and his voice was so soft； a breath of soul…cheering warmth filled the room。 And in the heart of the girl there blazed up more and more brightly the timid hope of finding happiness； of being freed from the close captivity of solitude。
CHAPTER XII
A DENSE； grayish fog lay over the river； and a steamer； now and then uttering a dull whistle； was slowly forging up against the current。 Damp and cold clouds； of a monotone pallor； enveloped the steamer from all sides and drowned all sounds； dissolving them in their troubled dampness。 The brazen roaring of the signals came out in a muffled； melancholy drone； and was oddly brief as it burst forth from the whistle。 The sound seemed to find no place for itself in the air； which was soaked with heavy dampness； and fell downward； wet and choked。 And the splashing of the steamer's wheels sounded so fantastically dull that it seemed as though it were not begotten near by； at the sides of the vessel； but somewhere in the depth； on the dark bottom of the river。 From the steamer one could see neither the water； nor the shore； nor the sky； a leaden…gray gloominess enwrapped it on all sides； devoid of shadings； painfully monotonous； the gloominess was motionless； it oppressed the steamer with immeasurable weight； slackened its movements and seemed as though preparing itself to swallow it even as it was swallowing the sounds。 In spite of the dull blows of the paddles upon the water and the measured shaking of the body of the vessel； it seemed that the steamer was painfully struggling on one spot； suffocating in agony； hissing like a fairy tale monster breathing his last； howling in the pangs of death； howling with pain； and in the fear of death。
Lifeless were the steamer lights。 About the lantern on the mast a yellow motionless spot had formed； devoid of lustre； it hung in the fog over the steamer； illuminating nothing save the gray mist。 The red starboard light looked like a huge eye crushed out by some one's cruel fist； blinded； overflowing with blood。 Pale rays of light fell from the steamer's windows into the fog； and only tinted its cold； cheerless dominion over the vessel； which was pressed on all sides by the motionless mass of stifling dampness。
The smoke from the funnel fell downwards； and； together with fragments of the fog； penetrated into all the cracks of the deck； where the third…class passengers were silently muffling themselves in their rags； and forming groups； like sheep。 From near the machinery were wafted deep； strained groans； the jingling of bells； the dull sounds of orders and the abrupt words of the machinist：
〃Yesslow！ Yeshalf speed！〃
On the stern； in a corner； blocked up by barrels of salted fish； a group of people was assembled； illuminated by a small electric lamp。 Those were sedate； neatly and warmly clad peasants。 One of them lay on a bench； face down； another sat at his feet； still another stood； leaning his back against a barrel； while two others seated themselves flat on the deck。 Their faces； pensive and attentive； were turned toward a round…shouldered man in a short cassock； turned yellow； and a torn fur cap。 That man sat on some boxes with his back bent； and staring at his feet； spoke in a low； confident voice：
〃There will come an end to the long forbearance of the Lord； and then His wrath will burst forth upon men。 We are like worms before Him； and how are we then to ward off His wrath； with what wailing shall we appeal to His mercy？〃
Oppressed by his gloominess； Foma had come down on the deck from his cabin； and； for some time； had been standing in the shadow of some wares covered with tarpaulin； and listened to the admonitive and gentle voice of the preacher。 Pacing the deck he had chanced upon this group； and attracted by the figure of the pilgrim； had paused near it。 There was something familiar to him in that large； strong body； in that stern； dark face； in those large； calm eyes。 The curly； grayish hair； falling from under the skull… cap； the unkempt bushy beard； which fell apart in thick locks； the long； hooked nose； the sharp…pointed ears； the thick lips Foma had seen all these before； but could not recall when and where。
〃Yes； we are very much in arrears before the Lord！〃 remarked one of the peasants； heaving a deep sigh。
〃We must pray；〃 whispered the peasant who lay on the bench； in a scarcely audible voice。
〃Can you scrape your sinful wretchedness off your soul with words of prayer？〃 exclaimed someone loudly； almost with despair in his voice。
No one of those that formed the group around the pilgrim turned at this voice； only their heads sank lower on their breasts； and for a long time these people sat motionless and speechless：
The pilgrim measured his audience with a serious and meditative glance of his blue eyes； and said softly：
〃Ephraim the Syrian said： 'Make thy soul the central point of thy thoughts and strengthen thyself with thy desire to be free from sin。
And again he lowered his head； slowly fingering the beads of the rosary。
〃That means we must think；〃 said one of the peasants； 〃but when has a man time to think during his life on earth？〃
〃Confusion is all around us。〃
〃We must flee to the desert；〃 said the peasant who lay on the bench。
〃Not everybody can afford it。〃
The peasants spoke； and became silent again。 A shrill whistle resounded； a little b
