第 145 节
作者:不言败      更新:2021-02-21 15:49      字数:9321
  〃Yes; yes; better;〃 she repeated with conviction; 〃when you go to
  meet your suffering; then put it on。 You will come to me; I'll put
  it on you; we will pray and go together。〃
  At that moment some one knocked three times at the door。
  〃Sofya Semyonovna; may I come in?〃 they heard in a very familiar and
  polite voice。
  Sonia rushed to the door in a fright。 The flaxen head of Mr。
  Lebeziatnikov appeared at the door。
  Chapter Five
  LEBEZIATNIKOV looked perturbed。
  〃I've come to you; Sofya Semyonovna;〃 he began。 〃Excuse me。。。 I
  thought I should find you;〃 he said; addressing Raskolnikov
  suddenly; 〃that is; I didn't mean anything。。。 of that sort。。。 But I
  just thought。。。 Katerina Ivanovna has gone out of her mind;〃 he
  blurted out suddenly; turning from Raskolnikov to Sonia。
  Sonia screamed。
  〃At least it seems so。 But。。。 we don't know what to do; you see! She
  came back… she seems to have been turned out somewhere; perhaps
  beaten。。。。 So it seems at least;。。。 She had run to your father's
  former chief; she didn't find him at home: he was dining at some other
  general's。。。。 Only fancy; she rushed off there; to the other
  general's; and; imagine; she was so persistent that she managed to get
  the chief to see her; had him fetched out from dinner; it seems。 You
  can imagine what happened。 She was turned out; of course; but;
  according to her own story; she abused him and threw something at him。
  One may well believe it。。。。 How it is she wasn't taken up; I can't
  understand! Now she is telling every one; including Amalia Ivanovna;
  but it's difficult to understand her; she is screaming and flinging
  herself about。。。。 Oh yes; she shouts that since every one has
  abandoned her; she will take the children and go into the street
  with a barrel…organ; and the children will sing and dance; and she
  too; and collect money; and will go every day under the general's
  window。。。 'to let every one see well…born children; whose father was
  an official; begging in the street。' She keeps beating the children
  and they are all crying。 She is teaching Lida to sing 'My Village;'
  the boy to dance; Polenka the same。 She is tearing up all the clothes;
  and making them little caps like actors; she means to carry a tin
  basin and make it tinkle; instead of music。。。。 She won't listen to
  anything。。。。 Imagine the state of things! It's beyond anything!〃
  Lebeziatnikov would have gone on; but Sonia; who had heard him
  almost breathless; snatched up her cloak and hat; and ran out of the
  room; putting on her things as she went。 Raskolnikov followed her
  and Lebeziatnikov came after him。
  〃She has certainly gone mad!〃 he said to Raskolnikov; as they went
  out into the street。 〃I didn't want to frighten Sofya Semyonovna; so I
  said 'it seemed like it;' but there isn't a doubt of it。 They say that
  in consumption; the tubercles sometimes occur in the brain; it's a
  pity I know nothing of medicine。 I did try to persuade her; but she
  wouldn't listen。〃
  〃Did you talk to her about the tubercles?〃
  〃Not precisely of the tubercles。 Besides; she wouldn't have
  understood! But what I say is; that if you convince a person logically
  that he has nothing to cry about; he'll stop crying。 That's clear。
  Is it your conviction that he won't?〃
  〃Life would be too easy if it were so;〃 answered Raskolnikov。
  〃Excuse me; excuse me; of course it would be rather difficult for
  Katerina Ivanovna to understand; but do you know that in Paris they
  have been conducting serious experiments as to the possibility of
  curing the insane; simply by logical argument? One professor there;
  a scientific man of standing; lately dead; believed in the possibility
  of such treatment。 His idea was that there's nothing really wrong with
  the physical organism of the insane; and that insanity is; so to
  say; a logical mistake; an error of judgment; an incorrect view of
  things。 He gradually showed the madman his error and; would you
  believe it; they say he was successful? But as he made use of
  douches too; how far success was due to that treatment remains
  uncertain。。。。 So it seems at least。〃
  Raskolnikov had long ceased to listen。 Reaching the house where he
  lived; he nodded to Lebeziatnikov and went in at the gate。
  Lebeziatnikov woke up with a start; looked about him and hurried on。
  Raskolnikov went into his little room and stood still in the
  middle of it。 Why had he come back here? He looked at the yellow and
  tattered paper; at the dust; at his sofa。。。。 From the yard came a loud
  continuous knocking; some one seemed to be hammering。。。 He went to the
  window; rose on tiptoe and looked out into the yard for a long time
  with an air of absorbed attention。 But the yard was empty and he could
  not see who was hammering。 In the house on the left he saw some open
  windows; on the window…sills were pots of sickly…looking geraniums。
  Linen was hung out of the windows。。。 He knew it all by heart。 He
  turned away and sat down on the sofa。
  Never; never had he felt himself so fearfully alone!
  Yes; he felt once more that he would perhaps come to hate Sonia; now
  that he had made her more miserable。
  〃Why had he gone to her to beg for her tears? What need had he to
  poison her life? Oh; the meanness of it!〃
  〃I will remain alone;〃 he said resolutely; 〃and she shall not come
  to the prison!〃
  Five minutes later he raised his head with a strange smile。 That was
  a strange thought。
  〃Perhaps it really would be better in Siberia;〃 he thought suddenly。
  He could not have said how long he sat there with vague thoughts
  surging through his mind。 All at once the door opened and Dounia
  came in。 At first she stood still and looked at him from the
  doorway; just as he had done at Sonia; then she came in and sat down
  in the same place as yesterday; on the chair facing him。 He looked
  silently and almost vacantly at her。
  〃Don't be angry; brother; I've only come for one minute;〃 said
  Dounia。
  Her face looked thoughtful but not stern。 Her eyes were bright and
  soft。 He saw that she too had come to him with love。
  〃Brother; now I know all; all。 Dmitri Prokofitch has explained and
  told me everything。 They are worrying and persecuting you through a
  stupid and contemptible suspicion。。。。 Dmitri Prokofitch told me that
  there is no danger; and that you are wrong in looking upon it with
  such horror。 I don't think so; and I fully understand how indignant
  you must be; and that that indignation may have a permanent effect
  on you。 That's what I am afraid of。 As for your cutting yourself off
  from us; I don't judge you; I don't venture to judge you; and
  forgive me for having blamed you for it。 I feel that I too; if I had
  so great a trouble; should keep away from every one。 I shall tell
  mother nothing of this; but I shall talk about you continually and
  shall tell her from you that you will come very soon。 Don't worry
  about her; I will set her mind at rest; but don't you try her too
  much… come once at least; remember that she is your mother。 And now
  I have come simply to say〃 (Dounia began to get up) 〃that if you
  should need me or should need。。。 all my life or anything。。。 call me;
  and I'll come。 Good…bye!〃
  She turned abruptly and went