Chapter 21 Choose one of the 21 three stories that is old and always new

Maria, the wife of the fifth-rank civil servant.Ivanovna.In Langel's gorgeous old-style villa, Maria.Ivanovna's daughter, Nadya, and the youngest son of a famous Moscow merchant, Ivan.Gavrilovich stood together on the terrace. Twilight is great.If I were good at describing scenery, I would describe the moon looking out lovingly from the dark clouds, pouring its beautiful light on the woods, the villa and Nadya's little face. I would also describe the soft whispering of the trees, The singing of the nightingale and the almost inaudible splash of the small fountain Nadya stood there with one knee on the edge of the armchair and one hand leaning on the railing.Her eyes are dark, soft and deep like velvet, staring at the dark and green forest in ecstasy. Her small face is illuminated by the moonlight, pale and has dark patches of shadows, like spots, in fact It's Ivan Blush.Gavlilovich stood behind her, plucking at his thin beard with trembling hands.When he got tired of pulling, he began to rub and pull at the ugly high neckline of his shirt with his other hand.Ivan.Gavlilovich was not handsome.He was born like his mother, and his mother was like a cook from the country.His forehead was small and narrow, as if crushed.His nostrils are upturned, the tip of his nose is rounded, the bridge of his nose is not like an eagle's hook, but is obviously sunken, and his hair is as hard as bristles.His eyes were small and thin, like a kitten, and he looked at Nadya questioningly.

Please forgive me, he stammered, sighing nervously, repeating his words, please forgive me for telling you my feelings but I love you so much I don't know if I'm sane In my breast, my feelings for you are so strong that I cannot even express them!I, Nadezhda.Petrovna, from the first moment I saw you, I fell in love with you, that is to say, in love with you.Of course, I beg your pardon, but after all, he paused, today, the scenery is really lovely! yes the weather is nice In such a view, you know, what a pleasure it is to be in love with such a wonderful creature as yourself But, I am unlucky!

Ivan.Gavlilovich sighed and pulled his beard. I am very unlucky!I love you, I suffer, but what about you?Can you have feelings for me?Are you educated and educated, and you ennoble me everywhere?I'm a businessman, so I can't say anything else!There is simply nothing to say!There is a lot of money, but what is the use of having money if there is no real happiness?To be rich without happiness is nothing more than suffering, nothing but fruitless flowers.I eat well, and I don't have to walk when I go out, but life is empty Nadezhda.Petrovna! how? Nothing!Seriously, I would like to trouble you

What do you want? can you love meHe paused, and I offered my heart and hands to you in front of your mother, that is, in front of your mother [Note: That is a marriage proposal. ], but her old man said, this matter is entirely up to you. She said, you can decide for yourself, and you don't need your parents to care. How will you answer me? Nadja didn't speak.She glanced at the dark green jungle, where there were looming trunks and patterned leaves, and the tops swayed slightly in the breeze, and she watched intently as the shadows of the trees swayed.Her silence made Ivan.Gavrilovich could not breathe.Tears welled up in his eyes.He was in pain, what if she refused?he thought to himself.This troubling thought was like a bucket of cold water pouring down on his broad back. Please have mercy, Nadezhda.Petrovna, he said, don't torment my heart, you know, I'm pestering you like this out of love because he's going to stop, if he does.If you don't answer me, I might as well die.

Nadya turned to Ivan.Gavrilovitch, smiling slightly, stretched out her hand to him, and spoke, her voice sounded to the ears of the Moscow trader like Célene. The singing lures the voyager to die on the rocks. ] singing: I am very grateful to you, Ivan.Gavrilovitch I knew you loved me, I knew how much you loved me, but I love you too.Let [Note: The French name is equivalent to the Russian name Ivan. 】With your kind heart, with your loyalty; no one can but love you Ivan.Gavrilovich opened his mouth wide and laughed.The happy man rubbed his face with his palm and said in his heart: Could this be a dream?

I know that if I marry you, Nadya went on, I shall be extremely happy, but you know, Ivan.Gavrilovich, please wait a moment for my answer. If I want to give you a definite answer right now, I can't do the big things in my life. I have to think carefully about it. You have to be patient a little bit. Do you have to wait long? No, it can't be long, one day, at most two days this line You go now, I will write to answer you, now you go home, I can think about it and see you one day. Nadja held out her hand.Ivan.Gavrilovich took her hand and kissed it.Nadja nodded, kissed the air, and ran off the porch, out of sight.

Ivan.Gavrilovich stood still for two or three minutes, thinking for a while, and then walked through the small flowerbed and the jungle to find his carriage, which was parked on the forest path.He was so happy that his body was limp and his limbs were weak, as if he had been in a hot bath all day.As he walked, he smiled happily. Trophim!He wakes up the sleeping coachman, wake up!let's go!I want to reward you with five yellow notes [Note: In Russia, the yellow note is a one-rouble note. 】Make tea money!have you understood?Ha ha! By this time Nadya was running through all the rooms, to another terrace, from there, through trees, bushes, and bushes, to another forest path.On that forest path, her childhood friend Vladimir.Baron Hitler, a young man of about twenty-six, was waiting for her.Hitler was a Germanic man, short and stout, and already visibly bald on the top of his head.He graduated from university this year, and now he is going to his manor in Kharkov. He came here for the last time today to say goodbye.He was a little drunk, half lying and half sitting on the bench, whistling and playing the tune of "The Shooter".

Nadya ran up to him, gasping for breath, tired from running, and threw her arms around his neck.She laughed loudly, pulled his neck, hair and collar with her hands, and kept kissing his sweaty fat face. I have been waiting for you for a whole hour.said the baron, putting his arm around her waist. Oh, how are you doing? Are you in good health? very good you leave tomorrow? leave tomorrow That's not good. Are you coming back soon? I have no idea The baron kissed Nadya on the face and lowered her from his lap to the bench. Well, we've had enough kissing, Nadja said, it's not too late to kiss again anyway, there's still plenty of time anyway.Now let's get down to business.She paused, you, Waria, have you thought about it?

thought about it So what, what to do?When is the wedding? The Baron frowned. You are like this again!He said, you know, I already gave you a definite answer yesterday that there is no talk of a wedding at all!I already told you about it yesterday a thousand times, why bring it up again? But, Voria, there must be an end to our relationship, right?How come you don't even understand this?Shouldn't there be an end? It should be, but not by holding a wedding to end you, Nadya, I want to say it for the hundredth time, it is too naive, naive like a three-year-old child is suitable for a beautiful woman, but in this case but not suitable, my dear

This means that you refuse to get married!You won't, will you?Say it straight, you ignorant man, say it straight: you won't? I just don't want it, why bother ruining my future?I love you, but then again, if I marry you, you will ruin me You will bring me neither money nor land Marriage, my friend, should be half the future , but you don't have to cry and consider things should be reasonable Well, marriage for love will never be happy, the ending is always empty and happy Nonsense you nonsense!That's it! It doesn't matter if you get married, but you will starve to death in the future. The children born must also be beggars. This has to be considered.

But then why didn't you think about it?Do you always remember?At that time, you swore to me that you would marry me, didn't you say so? I said it, but now I've changed my mind. Then again, you don't marry poor people, do you?Then why are you forcing me to marry a poor man?I don't want to be mean to myself.I have my future, and I must be responsible for my future in front of my conscience. Nadya wiped her eyes with a handkerchief, and suddenly, unexpectedly, put her arms around the neck of the Orthodox German.She clung to him and kissed his face hard. you marry me!She murmured, marry me, my dear!To know that I love you!You know I can't live without you, my darling!If you leave me, you will kill me.Why don't you marry me? The German paused for a moment, and said in a resolute tone: I can't do it!Love is a good thing, but in this world, it is not the number one thing So you won't? can't do it for me you won't?Really you don't want to? I can't do it, Nadja! You're dirty, that's what a badass is!fraud!Germans!I can't stand you, hate you, despise you!You are so bad!I never loved you!Even if I committed myself to you that evening, it was only because I regarded you as a gentleman and thought you would marry me, and then I hated you!At that time, I was willing to marry you because you were a baron and a rich man! Nadya shook her hands, took a few steps back from Hitler, sarcastically sarcasm him, and then walked home, I shouldn't have come to him just now, she walked home, thinking to herself , I already knew that he didn't want to get married.What a badass he is!I was a fool that evening!If I hadn't committed myself to him then, there would be no need to humiliate the German before him now! Nadya walked into the courtyard of the villa, but did not return to the room.She walked about the yard for a while, then stopped at a dimly lit window.Inside the window is a room, played by the young chief violinist Mitya.Gusev lived there, who had just graduated from the conservatory and spent his summers here.Nadja began to look in the window.Mitya was at home.He had curly blond hair, broad shoulders, and good looks.He is lying on the bed, has taken off his jacket and waistcoat, and is reading a long novel.Nadya stood for a while, pondered, and knocked on the window.The first violinist looked up. Who? It's me, Dmitry.Ivanitch, open the window for a while! Mitya quickly put on his coat and opened the window. You come here, you climb out of the window, come to me, said Nadya. Mitya appeared at the window and within a second was standing beside Nadya. What do you want? Let's go for a walk!said Nadya, taking Mitya's arm. Listen to me, Dmitry.Ivanitch, she said, don't write me love letters, dear!Please don't write any more!Don't love me, don't tell me you love me! Tears glistened in Nadya's eyes, streaming down her cheeks and down her arms. Those are the most sincere and warm big tears Don't love me, Dmitri!Don't play the violin for me!I am a vile, hateful, bad woman, and a woman like me deserves to be despised, hated, beaten, and then weeps at Nadya and rests her little head on Mitya's breast. I am the meanest woman, my mind is mean, my heart is mean Mitya was flustered, murmured something inappropriate, and kissed Nadya on the head. You are kind, you love me, you speak your mind, I love you, but you don't love me!What I love most in this world is money, clothes, carriages, and when I think I have no money, I'd rather die than I am, I'm so bad, I'm selfish, you don't love me, Dmitry.Ivanitch, dear!You don't write me any more!I'm getting married to Gavri Leitch [note: short for Gavrilovich. 】Look what kind of person I am!You still love me!goodbye!I will still love you when I am married Good-bye, Mitya! Nadja hugged Gusev hastily, kissed his neck hastily, and ran to the gate. Nadya went back to her room, sat down at the table, wept bitterly, and wrote the following letter: Dear Ivan.Gavri Ritchie!I belong to you.I love you and would like to be your wife and your na. She sealed the envelope and gave it to the maid to address. Nadja thought to himself that he would bring me some present tomorrow, and sighed deeply. The sigh ended her crying.Nadya sat by the window for a while, settled down, and quickly took off her clothes and fell asleep.By midnight, the young, beautiful, dissolute wretch was fast asleep, warm with only the occasional shudder, under the expensive down quilt embroidered with flowers and her family name. This midnight, Ivan.Gavlilovitch walked up and down his study, telling his fantasies. His parents sat in this room and listened to his fantasies and they were delighted, happy because their son was happy She was a good girl, noble, his father said, she was the daughter of a civil servant of the fifth rank, and a beauty Son.Only one thing is bad: her surname is Germanic!People would think you married a Germanic woman