小职员之死TheDeathofaGoverClerk
安东·契诃夫AntonChekhov
Onefineevening,anolessficlerkcalledIvanDmitritchTchervyakovwassittinginthesedrowofthestalls,gazingthroughanlassattheClochesdeeville。Hegazedaheacmeofbliss。Butsuddenly。。。Instoriesoswiththis"Butsuddenly"。Theauthht:lifeissofullofsurprises!Butsuddenlyhisfacepuckeredup,hiseyesdisappeared,hisbreathingwasarrested。。。hetookthelassfromhiseyes,bentoverand。。。"Aptchee!!!"hesneezedasyouperceive。Itisnotreprehensibleforaosneezeassneezeandsodopolites,aimesevenprivyechervyakovwasfused,hewipedhisfacewithhishandkerdlikeapolitemaoseewhetherhehaddisturbedanyonebyhissthenhewasoverewith。Hesawthatalemansittinginfrontofhimirowofthestallswascarefullywipinghisbaldheadahhisgloveandmutteriohimself。Ileman,TchervyaknizedBrizzhalov,ageneralservimentofTransport。
"Ihavespatteredhim,"thoughtTchervyakov,"heisnottheheadofmydepartment,butstillitisawkward。Imustapologise。"
Tchervyakovgaveathiswholepersonforeredinthegeneral'sear。
"Pardon,yourExcy,Ispatteredyouatally。。。"
"Nevermind,nevermind。"
&quoodnesssakeexcuseme,I。。。Idido。"
"Oh,please,sitdowen!"
Tbarrassed,hesmiledstupidlyaogaziage。Hegazedatitbutwasnbliss。Hebegaroubledbyuheinterval,hewentuptoBrizzhalov,walkedbesidehim,andhisshyered:
"Ispatteredyou,yourExe。。。yousee。。。Ididn'tdoitto。。。"
"Oh,that'senough。。。Iottenit,andyoukeeponaboutit!"saidthegeneral,movinghislowerlipimpatiently。
"Hehasfotten,butthereisafiendishlightihoughtTchervyakov,lookingsuspiciouslyatthegeneral。"Awanttotalk。Ioughttoexplaintohim。。。thatIreallydidn'tihatitisthelawofnatureorelsehewillthiospitonhim。Hedoesn'tthinksonow,buthewillthi;
&ichervyakovtoldhiswifeoodmaruckhimthathiswifetooktoofrivolousaviewofthei;shewasalittlefrightewhehatBrizzhalovwasidepartment,shewasreassured。
"Still,youhadbettergoandapologise,"shesaid,"orhewillthinkyoudon'tknowhoublic。"
"That'sjustit!Ididapologise,buthetookitsomehowqueerly。。。hedidn'tsayawordofseherewasn'ttimetotalkproperly。"
&chervyakovputonanewuniform,hadhishairdwenttoBrizzhalov'stoexplain;goingintothegeneral'srehesawthereaitionersandamohegeneralhimself,whowasbeginnihem。Afterquestioieneralraisedhiseyesachervyakov。
"YesterdayattheArcadia,ifyourecollect,yourExcy,"thelatterbegan,"Isneezedand。。。atallyspattered。。。Exc。。。"
"What'sbeyondanything!WhatIdoforyou,"saidthegeneraladdressiioner。
"Hewon'tspeak,"thoughtTchervyakpale;"thatmeansthatheisangry。。。No,it'tbeleftlikethis。。。Iwillexplaintohim。"
&hegeneralhadfinishedhisversatioofthepetitionersandwasturningtowardshisimeookasteptowardshimandmuttered:
"YourExcy!IfIveroubleyourExcy,itissimplyfromafeelingImaysayret!。。。Itwasionalifyouwillgraciouslybelieveme。"
Thegeneralmadealachrymosefadwavedhishand。
"lymakingfunofme,sir,"hesaidasheclosedthedoorbehindhim。
"Where'sthemakingfuninit?"thoughtTchervyakov,"thereisnothi!Heisagehe'tuand。IfthatishowitisIamnotgoingtoapologisetothatfanfarohedeviltakeshim。I'llwritealettertohim,butIwon'tgo。ByJove,Iwon't。"
SothoughtTchervyakovashewalkedhome;hedidertothegeneral,heponderedandponderedandakeupthatletter。Hehadtogooexplaininperson。
"IveurbyourExcyyesterday,"hemuttered,wheedenquiringeyesuponhim,"nottomakefunasyouwerepleasedtosay。Iologizingfspatteredyouinsneezing。。。andIdidnotdreamofmakingfunofyou。ShouldIdaretomakefunofyou,ifweshouldtaketomakingfuherewouldbeforpersons,therewouldbe。。。"
"Beoff!"yelledthegeurningsuddenlypurple,andshakingallover。
"What?"askedTchervyakov,iurningnumbwithhorror。