Most beautiful of all, however, was the Colosseum, towards which Irene turned her steps that night. Like all foreigners, she had considered it her duty to see this famous ruin by moonlight, and had on a previous occasion visited it for this purpose, in company with several of the tourists staying at her pension. Their commonplace expressions of delight, however, had entirely2 spoilt the impression for her, and this time, tempted[81] by the clear moonlight, she decided3 to go alone, and enjoy the unique beauty of the Colosseum in solitude4.
Fate was kind to Irene. The enormous circus was entirely deserted5 but for the almost invisible shadows of a few distant tourists, and the outline of a tall man standing6 at the entrance, wrapt in admiration7 of the grandiose8 spectacle. Irene had just seated herself on a stone, when suddenly out of the shadows, as though from nowhere, sprang the figure of an old guide, declaiming pathetically, and addressing himself to Irene:
“Voici ce fameux Colisée, ce cirque épatant, où les malheureux chrétiens?”
Irene was so annoyed, that she cried out, and even shook her umbrella at him. The guide cut short his eloquence9, and turned away grumbling10. Irene suddenly felt ashamed. She followed the poor old man and offered him money, but the proud Roman refused. Cursing Irene and all her relations and friends, and expressing the wish that her first-born might be burnt in hell, he withdrew with dignity.
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Irene turned round. The tall Russian had been watching the scene with interest. They looked at each other, and both involuntarily laughed.
“What a good thing you drove away that old parrot!” said the stranger. “These guides simply spoil Italy for foreigners. I am sure tourists would willingly pay a tax for their benefit, only to be rid of them, and to be allowed to admire Italy’s treasures in peace. I am always positively11 wild with rage when they begin to declaim, and to offer me elementary information that we all acquired years ago at school!”
Irene listened sympathetically, and suddenly realized with astonishment12 that the stranger was addressing her in Russian. How could he have found out that she was Russian!
The speaker noticed her surprise, and smiled.
“I had the pleasure of seeing you in your pension,” he explained, “I went there to see Anna Sergeievna Boutourina.”
“Oh! Do you know Anna Sergeievna? Isn’t she a charming old lady?”
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“Very charming. I have known her since my childhood; I used to go and stay with her as a little boy. Allow me to introduce myself: Sergei Gzhatski, Marshal of the Nobility in the province of S?.”
They began to speak of S?, and discovered mutual13 acquaintances. But their conversation soon came to a stop. The magic beauty of the night threw its enchantment14 over them. They mounted the steps of the amphitheatre, sat down on the steps, and remained silent, in admiration of the glorious scene. Pale blue clouds were floating above them, from time to time veiling the moon. The high walls, with their immense openings, stood out like enormous lace patterns against the clear sky. Through the gaps in the blocks of stone peeped cypresses15 and Roman pines; high on the third floor, alternately appearing and disappearing, shone a moving light, a torch, in the hands of a guide, leading a crowd of English tourists through all the corridors and tiers of the Colosseum. Irene gazed fixedly17 at this wavering light, and suddenly her thoughts wandered[84] back to ancient times, to the early years of Christianity.
The warm moon shone in those days, just as now, she dreamed; the little clouds floated across the same sky; the cypresses looked in at the same windows. The torches gleamed like this one, only there were many of them, and they moved not through the tiers and balconies, but in the arena19, rising and falling, in the hands of Romans clad in togas and tunics20. This afternoon the games beloved of Romans had taken place, and many Christians22 had been thrown to the wild beasts. The festive23 crowd of onlookers24 had left the circus, chattering25 gaily26 and animatedly27, and hurried homeward to merry suppers. The wild beasts, having eaten sumptuously28, are now sleeping in their cages. The night has fallen peacefully on Rome, and with the darkness there has appeared in the arena a silent assemblage; the friends and relations of to-day’s martyred Christians. For large sums of money they have bought, from the keepers of the Colosseum, the right to take away the bodies of the victims.[85] Stifling29 their sobs30, silently, like shadows of mourning, they pass from one corpse31 to another, bending down, searching by the light of their torches for the remains32 of some dear one. Having found what they sought, they fall, with a dull cry, to the ground, and gaze with horror at the stiffened33 features. There, beside a torn white tunic21, some long black tresses, and two soft, girlish hands, sits an old woman, richly but tastelessly dressed, and with blunt, plebeian34 features. She is swaying hopelessly from side to side, and, in a pitiful, wailing35 voice, is telling her sorrow to an old man, who listens sympathetically.
“She was our only one! Our one beloved treasure! Many children were born to us before her, but it was not Jupiter’s will that they should grow up. They were all poor little mites36, born thin and puny37, and with big heads. They lived for about two years, tottered38 round the yard on their poor, weak little legs, and then died. Lydia was the last. At her birth she was so thin and fragile that we never hoped she would grow up. Besides, I was already turned forty, and my[86] old man was getting on for sixty; what sort of children can one expect to have at that time of life! But, somehow, the gods took pity on our lonely old age. Lydia began to improve and get strong. Ye gods! How we loved her and caressed39 her and spoiled her! Her father simply worshipped her, and strictly40 forbade me ever to punish her. For that matter there was never any reason to punish her, she was quiet and thoughtful, and always alone in a corner, away from other children. Even when nearly grown up, she never wanted girl friends. ‘I want no one but you,’ she would say, embracing us lovingly. She always sat at home, and could not be induced to join in any gaieties. She had only one passion—the Vestal Virgins41. Often and often she went to gaze at them and admire them, weeping bitter tears because she was not one of them, and carrying flowers to the shrine42 of the goddess Vesta. We greatly feared, my old man and I, that she would never consent to marry. We longed to see our grand-children, and besides, we wanted an heir to carry on the[87] business. My old man is the best jeweller in Rome. All the great people give us orders, and our things are highly valued. My husband found a suitable son-in-law, also in the jeweller’s business—but we did not dare to tell Lydia. She was so proud, and would never look at men. And oh! how beautiful she was! Pale, like marble, with her thin little face, her large, grey eyes, and her heavy dark tresses. All the young men were in love with her, but she would have nothing to say to any of them. Then, all of a sudden, those accursed Jews appeared. They used to live quietly on the other side of the Tiber, until one day when they all seemed to have become possessed43. Over they came, swarms44 of them, telling some story of a new God of theirs, born somewhere in Palestine, and asking everyone to believe in Him. Dirty, miserable45 wretches46, disgusting in their filthy47 rags, gesticulating, excited, really quite absurd. Beggars, you know, but with the pretensions48 of Emperors. Of course, old people only laughed at them. As if anyone would dream of changing his religion in[88] his old age! But the young people began to be interested, and to go to the Jews’ meetings. Those miserable wretches spoke49 so passionately50—just as if they really had seen a great new God! Lydia went once too, and came home all of a tremble with emotion. At first we were pleased, because her passion for the Vestal Virgins seemed to have cooled. But our joy was short-lived. She began to disappear for days and nights at a time, always praying with her Jews, and calling herself a Christian18. My old man and I grew alarmed, and then, suddenly, began the persecution51 of Christians. At first we, of course, thought that only those good-for-nothing Jews would be persecuted52, and we were very pleased, because we hated them. But the news spread that there was an order to catch all other Christians too. We lived in terror, expecting trouble every day. We did all we could to keep Lydia at home, but there, she would not even listen to us. ‘We pray together,’ was all she said, ‘and we will die together.’ One day, a month ago, she went to a secret meeting, and never returned. We[89] learned that she was in prison, we bribed53 the gaolers, and managed to see her. She was in a feverish54 state of rapture55 and exultation56. ‘Be happy for me,’ she said; ‘I shall see Christ, and be with Him for ever.’ With bitter tears, we implored57 her to renounce58 this madness. Her old father and I, we fell on our knees before her—nothing helped! It was not only once that we went to her, nor twice, nor three times. What a fortune we spent on bribes59! Though that, indeed, matters little. What do we want with riches now that we have no one to whom to leave them? One day, about a fortnight ago, we went to her. She was pale and faint, and in tears. She took us into a corner, away from the other prisoners, threw them furtive60, frightened glances, and whispered: ‘We are condemned61 to death. They are going to throw us to the wild beasts in the circus. It is terrible—oh! it is terrible!’ She was shivering and sobbing62. ‘I cannot sleep at night—I always see a tiger, falling on me and tearing me to pieces. Save me! Save me! I will agree to anything now! But don’t tell[90] the others, or they will despise me and laugh at me.’ In wild haste we rushed off to our best client, the Senator Claudius Massimus. All day we sat in his atrium, waiting to be received. At last, in the evening, the Senator comes to us, hears us, and answers: ‘Very well, my good old people, I will do what I can for you. Let your daughter only make a sacrifice to the gods, and publicly curse her past folly63.’ Hardly feeling our feet under us for joy and thankfulness, we rushed with our news to Lydia. But oh! misery64! misery! In the meantime their chief priest had been to the prison, the wicked, accursed old villain65! I don’t know what he told them, but Lydia came out to us, beaming with happiness. ‘I no longer need anything,’ she said, embracing us. ‘Thank you for your solicitude66 on my behalf, but however great your love may be for me, you cannot give me the joys that are prepared for me in Heaven.’ We implored her, besought67 her all in vain. Lydia only laughed, and kissed us. We staggered home, and the same night my old man had a paralytic68 stroke. From that moment[91] I have not been able to leave him. To-day we have been together in silence, without moving from dawn till sunset. Do you know, do you understand, you merciless, pitiless daughter, all that we have suffered? Had you the right to buy for yourself eternal salvation69 at such a price? Oh! wicked, cruel, beloved one! When the sun had set, my old man gave me money, and said: ‘Go and bring me all they have left us of Lydia.’ So I have come, and have found her tattered70 tunic, and her scalp and hair, and her lovely hands, with the bracelets71 her father put on them when she was fifteen. Oh, ye gods, ye gods! Is it for this that we have brought her up and watched over her, and cared for her, that she should be a fairer sacrifice for the accursed Jews? Talk of mercy and love, and then take away from anguished72 parents their only joy, the light and mainstay of their old age! May they be accursed and thrice accursed, these demented, perverted73 villains74, these murderers of our children!” And the old woman fell forward with a cry, on the tresses of the hapless Lydia.
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Not far away from her sat a proud young beauty, in a luxurious75 gold-embroidered tunic, her eyes fixed16 on the head of a young handsome Roman. Large, slow teardrops followed each other down her face, but she did not notice them nor attempt to brush them away. She only threw herself, at intervals76, on the bleeding corpse, embraced it with her soft arms, and passionately kissed the cold lips and the golden moustache.
“What have you done? What have you done? My adored, cruel husband! How could you leave me, forget my love, forget our happiness together? Were we all, your relations, your friends, your nearest and dearest, of so little import to you, that you could abandon us for the sake of a mad dream? How could you, a clever, well-bred noble Roman, fall under the influence of low, filthy slaves? They are all frantic77 about some wild idea, some frenzied78 vision, and you—you could believe them, and share their madness!
“Oh! What shall I do with my life without you? You took me, a young, careless,[93] innocent child, you taught me the happiness of love, and now you have pitilessly abandoned me! I pass whole days and nights in the remembrance of your caresses79, I stretch out my hands, I grope for you in the dark, and I shall never find you again! Oh! How terrible, how incredible is this thought. Thousands, millions of people are born every day, but never again will the world see your like!
“Who is it that has dared, that has taken on himself the right to destroy that most splendid work of nature—man? You tried to console me with the assurance that your soul would live for ever; but of what use is your soul to me? I love your body, your eyes, your features. When I meet, in the street, someone who but slightly resembles you, I blush, and the blood rushes to my heart. Your irresistible80 smile, your charming laugh, maddened me with happiness! And now—all is over. You will never smile again, you will never look at me with your beloved blue eyes. To-morrow worms will begin to eat this flesh that is dearer to me than all else on earth, and I am powerless to prevent this outrage81. Oh, ye[94] gods! How have I sinned, that I should have deserved to suffer so madly?
“Rather than this, why were you not untrue to me—why did you not go away, and love another? Terrible as this would have been, I should at least have known that you lived, that my eyes could look upon you. Secretly, in the darkness of the night, I could have come to gaze upon you, and this would have given me life.
“Oh! Why do we not know the future? Why does fate give us no warning? How much time I lost in idle gossiping with girl friends, in needless outings and amusements, while I might have spent this time in talking with you, in gazing at you, in enjoying your caresses!
“The moon will appear in the sky, the nightingales will sing, but you will not hear them. The sun will rise, but its rays will not penetrate82 into your cold tomb. Life at best is but short, and now you yourself, of your own free will, have deprived yourself prematurely83 of its joys.
“Oh! This terrible, meaningless life! I[95] am cold, I shiver, I cannot live in the world without you! All is pale, all is dark and tarnished84 around me. Nothing interests me, nothing pleases me. Alone! Alone! From now onwards, alone on this accursed earth.”
And the unhappy one repeatedly kissed the dead body, passionately embraced it, beating her head upon the sand.
Irene clearly heard the groans85, curses, and cries that re-echoed in the ancient circus. Tears fell from her eyes. She forgot where she was, and started when Gzhatski, having also for some time kept his eyes fixed on the arena, broke the silence by a sudden remark.
“May I ask you an indiscreet question?” he asked, turning sharply round, and facing his companion. “Is it really true that you have decided to be a traitor86 to your faith, and become a Roman Catholic?”
“Why a traitor?” retorted Irene, a little angrily. “Orthodox Russians and Catholics believe alike in the Gospel, and that is the principal thing. As to dogmas, they were all invented by the perverted intelligence of[96] crafty87 Byzantian Greeks, who did not understand the Gospel in the least, and dragged it down to their own level by eternal quibbling about words. Already, in my childhood, I studied with disgust the history of the ?cumenical Councils, and found nothing intelligent in them, except the decision of the seventh one, that there should be no more. Evidently all the theologians had become so entangled88 in their own disputes that they had grown desperate, and had at last realized that the more they talk the further they get from the truth.”
“But if you despise dogmas, and believe only in the Gospel, then why need you give up Orthodoxy?”
“I am leaving Orthodoxy because, among the Catholic clergy89, I have found a man who is a true believer, who guides me, and helps me to unravel90 my own doubts, and to see the true meaning of life.”
“In other words, like so many Russian ladies, you have fallen into the hands of a clever Jesuit.”
“In other words, like so many Russian[97] men, you have gathered your information about Jesuits in the novel ‘The Eternal Jew.’”
“I have never read that novel. I only see very clearly that your dear Pater wants money for some convent, and therefore wants to shut you up in it.”
“Not in the least. Père Etienne thinks that I shall be happier in a convent than in the world. He has no objection to an Orthodox convent. He only told me, a few days ago, that he always speaks of Catholic ones, because he knows nothing about Russian convent life.”
“But why, then, do you not go into some Russian convent?”
“Because I know them too well. A Russian convent is a collection of vulgar, chattering, idle, lower-class women. The convent itself is a vulgar absurdity91, since it is neither directed nor controlled by anybody. And, indeed, who is to control it? Not the officials of the Synod, I suppose?”
“Yes, but is not all that true also of Roman Catholic convents?”
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“No. Every Catholic convent has not only its own head, but also higher control and direction. The discipline is quite different. Every Italian convent has one definite aim and object: to give its inmates92 the possibility of saving their souls in peace and silence, and everything is done for the attainment93 of this object.”
“Well, even if we admit that this is true—by what right do you turn your back on all that life imposes on you, and think of nobody and nothing but the saving of your own soul?”
“By what right!” exclaimed Irene in amazement94. “What a strange question!”
“Allow me. The Gospel, which you apparently95 respect, teaches us that we are all brothers, that we must help each other and live for each other. Whom will you help, whom will you save, if you hide yourself in a convent and think of nothing but your own soul?”
“Had I taken the veil when I was twenty, there might perhaps have been some reason in your reproaches. But I am now forty. I have lived through a long life, and have[99] convinced myself that I can be of no use to my fellows. My views on life are so personal to me that no one will ever understand me. I have always suffered through the vulgarity and roughness of other people, and as time passes I despise mankind more and more. In separating myself from human companionship, I may, little by little, forget what people are like, and so may perhaps learn to love them a little.”
“Is it possible that among all your friends and acquaintances, you have never met one man who might be worthy96 of your attention or your love?”
Irene smiled bitterly.
“Russian men have not reached the period of development at which they could understand good women. They are still in the harem period, and they need only rough, vulgar, immoral97 females.”
“I see you can make nice compliments. But if you have such a poor opinion of our higher circles, what about the masses? What about our honest, simple-minded, warm-hearted, noble-souled people? Is it possible[100] that they awaken98 no sympathy in you, that you have never felt the wish to help them, to educate them?”
“Don’t speak to me of those pitiful cowards!” exclaimed Irene contemptuously. “They are incapable99 of anything better than losing the war, and disgracing Russia in the eyes of the whole world.”
“I see you hold somewhat original views. Hundreds and thousands of soldiers have become hopeless cripples for the rest of their lives, in order to keep the enemy from our Russian soil, and in order to ensure for idle people like you the secure and safe enjoyment100 of their leisure and their capital. And in return you travel in strange lands, and insult our modest heroes. Allow me to congratulate you—such sentiments unquestionably do you honour.”
Irene blushed, but maintained a scornful silence. Several minutes passed. The English party, with its guide and torches, drew near. Gzhatski rose, bowed dryly to Irene, and joined the tourists.
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| n.暴行，侮辱，愤怒；vt.凌辱，激怒 | |
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traitor
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| adj.不道德的，淫荡的，荒淫的，有伤风化的 | |
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