第 一 章 · FIRST NIGHT

. FIRST NIGHT

It was a wonderful night, such a night as is only possible when we are

young, dear reader. The sky was so starry, so bright that, looking at

it, one could not help asking oneself whether ill-humoured and

capricious people could live under such a sky. That is a youthful

question too, dear reader, very youthful, but may the Lord put it more

frequently into your heart!... Speaking of capricious and ill-humoured

people, I cannot help recalling my moral condition all that day. From

early morning I had been oppressed by a strange despondency. It suddenly

seemed to me that I was lonely, that every one was forsaking me and

going away from me. Of course, any one is entitled to ask who "every

one" was. For though I had been living almost eight years in Petersburg

I had hardly an acquaintance. But what did I want with acquaintances? I

was acquainted with all Petersburg as it was; that was why I felt as

though they were all deserting me when all Petersburg packed up and went

to its summer villa. I felt afraid of being left alone, and for three

whole days I wandered about the town in profound dejection, not knowing

what to do with myself. Whether I walked in the Nevsky, went to the

Gardens or sauntered on the embankment, there was not one face of those

I had been accustomed to meet at the same time and place all the year.

They, of course, do not know me, but I know them. I know them

intimately, I have almost made a study of their faces, and am delighted

when they are gay, and downcast when they are under a cloud. I have

almost struck up a friendship with one old man whom I meet every blessed

day, at the same hour in Fontanka. Such a grave, pensive countenance; he

is always whispering to himself and brandishing his left arm, while in

his right hand he holds a long gnarled stick with a gold knob. He even

notices me and takes a warm interest in me. If I happen not to be at a

certain time in the same spot in Fontanka, I am certain he feels

disappointed. That is how it is that we almost bow to each other,

especially when we are both in good humour. The other day, when we had

not seen each other for two days and met on the third, we were actually

touching our hats, but, realizing in time, dropped our hands and passed

each other with a look of interest.

I know the houses too. As I walk along they seem to run forward in the

streets to look out at me from every window, and almost to say:

"Good-morning! How do you do? I am quite well, thank God, and I am to

have a new storey in May," or, "How are you? I am being redecorated

to-morrow;" or, "I was almost burnt down and had such a fright," and so

on. I have my favourites among them, some are dear friends; one of them

intends to be treated by the architect this summer. I shall go every day

on purpose to see that the operation is not a failure. God forbid! But I

shall never forget an incident with a very pretty little house of a

light pink colour. It was such a charming little brick house, it looked

so hospitably at me, and so proudly at its ungainly neighbours, that my

heart rejoiced whenever I happened to pass it. Suddenly last week I

walked along the street, and when I looked at my friend I heard a

plaintive, "They are painting me yellow!" The villains! The barbarians!

They had spared nothing, neither columns, nor cornices, and my poor

little friend was as yellow as a canary. It almost made me bilious. And

to this day I have not had the courage to visit my poor disfigured

friend, painted the colour of the Celestial Empire.

So now you understand, reader, in what sense I am acquainted with all

Petersburg.

I have mentioned already that I had felt worried for three whole days

before I guessed the cause of my uneasiness. And I felt ill at ease in

the street--this one had gone and that one had gone, and what had become

of the other?--and at home I did not feel like myself either. For two

evenings I was puzzling my brains to think what was amiss in my corner;

why I felt so uncomfortable in it. And in perplexity I scanned my grimy

green walls, my ceiling covered with a spider's web, the growth of which

Matrona has so successfully encouraged. I looked over all my furniture,

examined every chair, wondering whether the trouble lay there (for if

one chair is not standing in the same position as it stood the day

before, I am not myself). I looked at the window, but it was all in vain

... I was not a bit the better for it! I even bethought me to send for

Matrona, and was giving her some fatherly admonitions in regard to the

spider's web and sluttishness in general; but she simply stared at me in

amazement and went away without saying a word, so that the spider's web

is comfortably hanging in its place to this day. I only at last this

morning realized what was wrong. Aie! Why, they are giving me the slip

and making off to their summer villas! Forgive the triviality of the

expression, but I am in no mood for fine language ... for everything

that had been in Petersburg had gone or was going away for the holidays;

for every respectable gentleman of dignified appearance who took a cab

was at once transformed, in my eyes, into a respectable head of a

household who after his daily duties were over, was making his way to

the bosom of his family, to the summer villa; for all the passers-by had

now quite a peculiar air which seemed to say to every one they met: "We

are only here for the moment, gentlemen, and in another two hours we

shall be going off to the summer villa." If a window opened after

delicate fingers, white as snow, had tapped upon the pane, and the head

of a pretty girl was thrust out, calling to a street-seller with pots of

flowers--at once on the spot I fancied that those flowers were being

bought not simply in order to enjoy the flowers and the spring in stuffy

town lodgings, but because they would all be very soon moving into the

country and could take the flowers with them. What is more, I made such

progress in my new peculiar sort of investigation that I could

distinguish correctly from the mere air of each in what summer villa he

was living. The inhabitants of Kamenny and Aptekarsky Islands or of the

Peterhof Road were marked by the studied elegance of their manner, their

fashionable summer suits, and the fine carriages in which they drove to

town. Visitors to Pargolovo and places further away impressed one at

first sight by their reasonable and dignified air; the tripper to

Krestovsky Island could be recognized by his look of irrepressible

gaiety. If I chanced to meet a long procession of waggoners walking

lazily with the reins in their hands beside waggons loaded with regular

mountains of furniture, tables, chairs, ottomans and sofas and domestic

utensils of all sorts, frequently with a decrepit cook sitting on the

top of it all, guarding her master's property as though it were the

apple of her eye; or if I saw boats heavily loaded with household goods

crawling along the Neva or Fontanka to the Black River or the

Islands--the waggons and the boats were multiplied tenfold, a

hundredfold, in my eyes. I fancied that everything was astir and moving,

everything was going in regular caravans to the summer villas. It seemed

as though Petersburg threatened to become a wilderness, so that at last

I felt ashamed, mortified and sad that I had nowhere to go for the

holidays and no reason to go away. I was ready to go away with every

waggon, to drive off with every gentleman of respectable appearance who

took a cab; but no one--absolutely no one--invited me; it seemed they

had forgotten me, as though really I were a stranger to them!

I took long walks, succeeding, as I usually did, in quite forgetting

where I was, when I suddenly found myself at the city gates. Instantly I

felt lighthearted, and I passed the barrier and walked between

cultivated fields and meadows, unconscious of fatigue, and feeling only

all over as though a burden were falling off my soul. All the passers-by

gave me such friendly looks that they seemed almost greeting me, they

all seemed so pleased at something. They were all smoking cigars, every

one of them. And I felt pleased as I never had before. It was as though

I had suddenly found myself in Italy--so strong was the effect of nature

upon a half-sick townsman like me, almost stifling between city walls.

There is something inexpressibly touching in nature round Petersburg,

when at the approach of spring she puts forth all her might, all the

powers bestowed on her by Heaven, when she breaks into leaf, decks

herself out and spangles herself with flowers.... Somehow I cannot help

being reminded of a frail, consumptive girl, at whom one sometimes looks

with compassion, sometimes with sympathetic love, whom sometimes one

simply does not notice; though suddenly in one instant she becomes, as

though by chance, inexplicably lovely and exquisite, and, impressed and

intoxicated, one cannot help asking oneself what power made those sad,

pensive eyes flash with such fire? What summoned the blood to those

pale, wan cheeks? What bathed with passion those soft features? What set

that bosom heaving? What so suddenly called strength, life and beauty

into the poor girl's face, making it gleam with such a smile, kindle

with such bright, sparkling laughter? You look round, you seek for some

one, you conjecture.... But the moment passes, and next day you meet,

maybe, the same pensive and preoccupied look as before, the same pale

face, the same meek and timid movements, and even signs of remorse,

traces of a mortal anguish and regret for the fleeting distraction....

And you grieve that the momentary beauty has faded so soon never to

return, that it flashed upon you so treacherously, so vainly, grieve

because you had not even time to love her....

And yet my night was better than my day! This was how it happened.

I came back to the town very late, and it had struck ten as I was going

towards my lodgings. My way lay along the canal embankment, where at

that hour you never meet a soul. It is true that I live in a very remote

part of the town. I walked along singing, for when I am happy I am

always humming to myself like every happy man who has no friend or

acquaintance with whom to share his joy. Suddenly I had a most

unexpected adventure.

Leaning on the canal railing stood a woman with her elbows on the rail,

she was apparently looking with great attention at the muddy water of

the canal. She was wearing a very charming yellow hat and a jaunty

little black mantle. "She's a girl, and I am sure she is dark," I

thought. She did not seem to hear my footsteps, and did not even stir

when I passed by with bated breath and loudly throbbing heart.

"Strange," I thought; "she must be deeply absorbed in something," and

all at once I stopped as though petrified. I heard a muffled sob. Yes! I

was not mistaken, the girl was crying, and a minute later I heard sob

after sob. Good Heavens! My heart sank. And timid as I was with women,

yet this was such a moment!... I turned, took a step towards her, and

should certainly have pronounced the word "Madam!" if I had not known

that that exclamation has been uttered a thousand times in every Russian

society novel. It was only that reflection stopped me. But while I was

seeking for a word, the girl came to herself, looked round, started,

cast down her eyes and slipped by me along the embankment. I at once

followed her; but she, divining this, left the embankment, crossed the

road and walked along the pavement. I dared not cross the street after

her. My heart was fluttering like a captured bird. All at once a chance

came to my aid.

Along the same side of the pavement there suddenly came into sight, not

far from the girl, a gentleman in evening dress, of dignified years,

though by no means of dignified carriage; he was staggering and

cautiously leaning against the wall. The girl flew straight as an arrow,

with the timid haste one sees in all girls who do not want any one to

volunteer to accompany them home at night, and no doubt the staggering

gentleman would not have pursued her, if my good luck had not prompted

him.

Suddenly, without a word to any one, the gentleman set off and flew full

speed in pursuit of my unknown lady. She was racing like the wind, but

the staggering gentleman was overtaking--overtook her. The girl uttered

a shriek, and ... I bless my luck for the excellent knotted stick, which

happened on that occasion to be in my right hand. In a flash I was on

the other side of the street; in a flash the obtrusive gentleman had

taken in the position, had grasped the irresistible argument, fallen

back without a word, and only when we were very far away protested

against my action in rather vigorous language. But his words hardly

reached us.

"Give me your arm," I said to the girl. "And he won't dare to annoy us

further."

She took my arm without a word, still trembling with excitement and

terror. Oh, obtrusive gentleman! How I blessed you at that moment! I

stole a glance at her, she was very charming and dark--I had guessed

right.

On her black eyelashes there still glistened a tear--from her recent

terror or her former grief--I don't know. But there was already a gleam

of a smile on her lips. She too stole a glance at me, faintly blushed

and looked down.

"There, you see; why did you drive me away? If I had been here, nothing

would have happened...."

"But I did not know you; I thought that you too...."

"Why, do you know me now?"

"A little! Here, for instance, why are you trembling?"

"Oh, you are right at the first guess!" I answered, delighted that my

girl had intelligence; that is never out of place in company with

beauty. "Yes, from the first glance you have guessed the sort of man you

have to do with. Precisely; I am shy with women, I am agitated, I don't

deny it, as much so as you were a minute ago when that gentleman alarmed

you. I am in some alarm now. It's like a dream, and I never guessed even

in my sleep that I should ever talk with any woman."

"What? Really?..."

"Yes; if my arm trembles, it is because it has never been held by a

pretty little hand like yours. I am a complete stranger to women; that

is, I have never been used to them. You see, I am alone.... I don't even

know how to talk to them. Here, I don't know now whether I have not said

something silly to you! Tell me frankly; I assure you beforehand that I

am not quick to take offence?..."

"No, nothing, nothing, quite the contrary. And if you insist on my

speaking frankly, I will tell you that women like such timidity; and if

you want to know more, I like it too, and I won't drive you away till I

get home."

"You will make me," I said, breathless with delight, "lose my timidity,

and then farewell to all my chances...."

"Chances! What chances--of what? That's not so nice."

"I beg your pardon, I am sorry, it was a slip of the tongue; but how can

you expect one at such a moment to have no desire...."

"To be liked, eh?"

"Well, yes; but do, for goodness' sake, be kind. Think what I am! Here,

I am twenty-six and I have never seen any one. How can I speak well,

tactfully, and to the point? It will seem better to you when I have told

you everything openly.... I don't know how to be silent when my heart is

speaking. Well, never mind.... Believe me, not one woman, never, never!

No acquaintance of any sort! And I do nothing but dream every day that

at last I shall meet some one. Oh, if only you knew how often I have

been in love in that way...."

"How? With whom?..."

"Why, with no one, with an ideal, with the one I dream of in my sleep. I

make up regular romances in my dreams. Ah, you don't know me! It's true,

of course, I have met two or three women, but what sort of women were

they? They were all landladies, that.... But I shall make you laugh if I

tell you that I have several times thought of speaking, just simply

speaking, to some aristocratic lady in the street, when she is alone, I

need hardly say; speaking to her, of course, timidly, respectfully,

passionately; telling her that I am perishing in solitude, begging her

not to send me away; saying that I have no chance of making the

acquaintance of any woman; impressing upon her that it is a positive

duty for a woman not to repulse so timid a prayer from such a luckless

man as me. That, in fact, all I ask is, that she should say two or three

sisterly words with sympathy, should not repulse me at first sight;

should take me on trust and listen to what I say; should laugh at me if

she likes, encourage me, say two words to me, only two words, even

though we never meet again afterwards!... But you are laughing; however,

that is why I am telling you...."

"Don't be vexed; I am only laughing at your being your own enemy, and if

you had tried you would have succeeded, perhaps, even though it had been

in the street; the simpler the better.... No kind-hearted woman, unless

she were stupid or, still more, vexed about something at the moment,

could bring herself to send you away without those two words which you

ask for so timidly.... But what am I saying? Of course she would take

you for a madman. I was judging by myself; I know a good deal about

other people's lives."

"Oh, thank you," I cried; "you don't know what you have done for me

now!"

"I am glad! I am glad! But tell me how did you find out that I was the

sort of woman with whom ... well, whom you think worthy ... of attention

and friendship ... in fact, not a landlady as you say? What made you

decide to come up to me?"

"What made me?... But you were alone; that gentleman was too insolent;

it's night. You must admit that it was a duty...."

"No, no; I mean before, on the other side--you know you meant to come up

to me."

"On the other side? Really I don't know how to answer; I am afraid

to.... Do you know I have been happy to-day? I walked along singing; I

went out into the country; I have never had such happy moments. You ...

perhaps it was my fancy.... Forgive me for referring to it; I fancied

you were crying, and I ... could not bear to hear it ... it made my

heart ache.... Oh, my goodness! Surely I might be troubled about you?

Surely there was no harm in feeling brotherly compassion for you.... I

beg your pardon, I said compassion.... Well, in short, surely you would

not be offended at my involuntary impulse to go up to you?..."

"Stop, that's enough, don't talk of it," said the girl, looking down,

and pressing my hand. "It's my fault for having spoken of it; but I am

glad I was not mistaken in you.... But here I am home; I must go down

this turning, it's two steps from here.... Good-bye, thank you!..."

"Surely ... surely you don't mean ... that we shall never see each other

again?... Surely this is not to be the end?"

"You see," said the girl, laughing, "at first you only wanted two words,

and now.... However, I won't say anything ... perhaps we shall meet...."

"I shall come here to-morrow," I said. "Oh, forgive me, I am already

making demands...."

"Yes, you are not very patient ... you are almost insisting."

"Listen, listen!" I interrupted her. "Forgive me if I tell you something

else.... I tell you what, I can't help coming here to-morrow, I am a

dreamer; I have so little real life that I look upon such moments as

this now, as so rare, that I cannot help going over such moments again

in my dreams. I shall be dreaming of you all night, a whole week, a

whole year. I shall certainly come here to-morrow, just here to this

place, just at the same hour, and I shall be happy remembering to-day.

This place is dear to me already. I have already two or three such

places in Petersburg. I once shed tears over memories ... like you....

Who knows, perhaps you were weeping ten minutes ago over some memory....

But, forgive me, I have forgotten myself again; perhaps you have once

been particularly happy here...."

"Very good," said the girl, "perhaps I will come here to-morrow, too, at

ten o'clock. I see that I can't forbid you.... The fact is, I have to be

here; don't imagine that I am making an appointment with you; I tell you

beforehand that I have to be here on my own account. But ... well, I

tell you straight out, I don't mind if you do come. To begin with,

something unpleasant might happen as it did to-day, but never mind

that.... In short, I should simply like to see you ... to say two words

to you. Only, mind, you must not think the worse of me now! Don't think

I make appointments so lightly.... I shouldn't make it except that....

But let that be my secret! Only a compact beforehand...."

"A compact! Speak, tell me, tell me all beforehand; I agree to anything,

I am ready for anything," I cried delighted. "I answer for myself, I

will be obedient, respectful ... you know me...."

"It's just because I do know you that I ask you to come to-morrow," said

the girl, laughing. "I know you perfectly. But mind you will come on the

condition, in the first place (only be good, do what I ask--you see, I

speak frankly), you won't fall in love with me.... That's impossible, I

assure you. I am ready for friendship; here's my hand.... But you

mustn't fall in love with me, I beg you!"

"I swear," I cried, gripping her hand....

"Hush, don't swear, I know you are ready to flare up like gunpowder.

Don't think ill of me for saying so. If only you knew.... I, too, have

no one to whom I can say a word, whose advice I can ask. Of course, one

does not look for an adviser in the street; but you are an exception. I

know you as though we had been friends for twenty years.... You won't

deceive me, will you?..."

"You will see ... the only thing is, I don't know how I am going to

survive the next twenty-four hours."

"Sleep soundly. Good-night, and remember that I have trusted you

already. But you exclaimed so nicely just now, 'Surely one can't be held

responsible for every feeling, even for brotherly sympathy!' Do you

know, that was so nicely said, that the idea struck me at once, that I

might confide in you?"

"For God's sake do; but about what? What is it?"

"Wait till to-morrow. Meanwhile, let that be a secret. So much the

better for you; it will give it a faint flavour of romance. Perhaps I

will tell you to-morrow, and perhaps not.... I will talk to you a little

more beforehand; we will get to know each other better...."

"Oh yes, I will tell you all about myself to-morrow! But what has

happened? It is as though a miracle had befallen me.... My God, where am

I? Come, tell me aren't you glad that you were not angry and did not

drive me away at the first moment, as any other woman would have done?

In two minutes you have made me happy for ever. Yes, happy; who knows,

perhaps, you have reconciled me with myself, solved my doubts!...

Perhaps such moments come upon me.... But there I will tell you all

about it to-morrow, you shall know everything, everything...."

"Very well, I consent; you shall begin...."

"Agreed."

"Good-bye till to-morrow!"

"Till to-morrow!"

And we parted. I walked about all night; I could not make up my mind to

go home. I was so happy.... To-morrow!