I met her yesterday in Chelakhov’s shop. She was bargaining for a marvellous Persian rug, and implored6 her mother not to be niggardly7: the rug would be such an ornament8 to her boudoir... I outbid her by forty rubles, and bought it over her head. I was rewarded with a glance in which the most delightful9 fury sparkled. About dinnertime, I ordered my Circassian horse, covered with that very rug, purposely to be led past her windows. Werner was with the princesses at the time, and told me that the effect of the scene was most dramatic. Princess Mary wishes to preach a crusade against me, and I have even noticed that, already, two of the aides-de-camp salute10 me very coldly, when they are in her presence—they dine with me every day, however.
Grushnitski has assumed an air of mystery; he walks with his arms folded behind his back and does not recognise anyone. His foot has got well all at once, and there is hardly a sign of a limp. He has found an opportunity of entering into conversation with Princess Ligovski and of paying Princess Mary some kind of a compliment. The latter is evidently not very fastidious, for, ever since, she answers his bow with a most charming smile.
“Are you sure you do not wish to make the Ligovskis’ acquaintance?” he said to me yesterday.
“Positive.”
“Good gracious! The pleasantest house at the waters! All the best society of Pyatigorsk is to be found there”...
“My friend, I am terribly tired of even other society than that of Pyatigorsk. So you visit the Ligovskis?”
“Not yet. I have spoken to Princess Mary once or twice, but that is all. You know it is rather awkward to go and visit them without being invited, although that is the custom here... It would be a different matter if I was wearing epaulettes”...
“Good heavens! Why, you are much more interesting as it is! You simply do not know how to avail yourself of your advantageous11 position... Why, that soldier’s cloak makes a hero and a martyr12 of you in the eyes of any lady of sentiment!”
Grushnitski smiled complacently13.
“What nonsense!” he said.
“I am convinced,” I continued, “that Princess Mary is in love with you already.”
He blushed up to the ears and looked big.
Oh, vanity! Thou art the lever with which Archimedes was to lift the earthly sphere!...
“You are always jesting!” he said, pretending to be angry. “In the first place, she knows so little of me as yet”...
“Women love only those whom they do not know!”
“But I have no pretensions14 whatsoever15 to pleasing her. I simply wish to make the acquaintance of an agreeable household; and it would be extremely ridiculous if I were to cherish the slightest hope... With you, now, for instance, it is a different matter! You Petersburg conquerors16! You have but to look—and women melt... But do you know, Pechorin, what Princess Mary said of you?”...
“What? She has spoken to you already about me?”...
“Do not rejoice too soon, though. The other day, by chance, I entered into conversation with her at the well; her third word was, ‘Who is that gentleman with such an unpleasant, heavy glance? He was with you when’... she blushed, and did not like to mention the day, remembering her own delightful little exploit. ‘You need not tell me what day it was,’ I answered; ‘it will ever be present to my memory!’... Pechorin, my friend, I cannot congratulate you, you are in her black books... And, indeed, it is a pity, because Mary is a charming girl!”...
It must be observed that Grushnitski is one of those men who, in speaking of a woman with whom they are barely acquainted, call her my Mary, my Sophie, if she has had the good fortune to please them.
I assumed a serious air and answered:
“Yes, she is good-looking... Only be careful, Grushnitski! Russian ladies, for the most part, cherish only Platonic17 love, without mingling18 any thought of matrimony with it; and Platonic love is exceedingly embarrassing. Princess Mary seems to be one of those women who want to be amused. If she is bored in your company for two minutes on end—you are lost irrevocably. Your silence ought to excite her curiosity, your conversation ought never to satisfy it completely; you should alarm her every minute; ten times, in public, she will slight people’s opinion for you and will call that a sacrifice, and, in order to requite19 herself for it, she will torment20 you. Afterwards she will simply say that she cannot endure you. If you do not acquire authority over her, even her first kiss will not give you the right to a second. She will flirt21 with you to her heart’s content, and, in two years’ time, she will marry a monster, in obedience22 to her mother, and will assure herself that she is unhappy, that she has loved only one man—that is to say, you—but that Heaven was not willing to unite her to him because he wore a soldier’s cloak, although beneath that thick, grey cloak beat a heart, passionate23 and noble”...
Grushnitski smote24 the table with his fist and fell to walking to and fro across the room.
I laughed inwardly and even smiled once or twice, but fortunately he did not notice. It is evident that he is in love, because he has grown even more confiding25 than heretofore. Moreover, a ring has made its appearance on his finger, a silver ring with black enamel26 of local workmanship. It struck me as suspicious... I began to examine it, and what do you think I saw? The name Mary was engraved27 on the inside in small letters, and in a line with the name was the date on which she had picked up the famous tumbler. I kept my discovery a secret. I do not want to force confessions28 from him, I want him, of his own accord, to choose me as his confidant—and then I will enjoy myself!...
To-day I rose late. I went to the well. I found nobody there. The day grew hot. White, shaggy cloudlets were flitting rapidly from the snow-clad mountains, giving promise of a thunderstorm; the summit of Mount Mashuk was smoking like a just extinguished torch; grey wisps of cloud were coiling and creeping like snakes around it, arrested in their rapid sweep and, as it were, hooked to its prickly brushwood. The atmosphere was charged with electricity. I plunged29 into the avenue of the vines leading to the grotto30.
I felt low-spirited. I was thinking of the lady with the little mole31 on her cheek, of whom the doctor had spoken to me... “Why is she here?” I thought. “And is it she? And what reason have I for thinking it is? And why am I so certain of it? Is there not many a woman with a mole on her cheek?” Reflecting in such wise I came right up to the grotto. I looked in and I saw that a woman, wearing a straw hat and wrapped in a black shawl, was sitting on a stone seat in the cold shade of the arch. Her head was sunk upon her breast, and the hat covered her face. I was just about to turn back, in order not to disturb her meditations32, when she glanced at me.
“Vera!” I exclaimed involuntarily.
She started and turned pale.
“I knew that you were here,” she said.
I sat down beside her and took her hand. A long-forgotten tremor33 ran through my veins34 at the sound of that dear voice. She gazed into my face with her deep, calm eyes. Mistrust and something in the nature of reproach were expressed in her glance.
“We have not seen each other for a long time,” I said.
“A long time, and we have both changed in many ways.”
“Consequently you love me no longer?”...
“I am married!”... she said.
“Again? A few years ago, however, that reason also existed, but, nevertheless”...
She plucked her hand away from mine and her cheeks flamed.
“Perhaps you love your second husband?”...
She made no answer and turned her head away.
“Or is he very jealous?”
She remained silent.
“What then? He is young, handsome and, I suppose, rich—which is the chief thing—and you are afraid?”...
I glanced at her and was alarmed. Profound despair was depicted36 upon her countenance37; tears were glistening38 in her eyes.
“Tell me,” she whispered at length, “do you find it very amusing to torture me? I ought to hate you. Since we have known each other, you have given me naught39 but suffering”...
Her voice shook; she leaned over to me, and let her head sink upon my breast.
“Perhaps,” I reflected, “it is for that very reason that you have loved me; joys are forgotten, but sorrows never”...
I clasped her closely to my breast, and so we remained for a long time. At length our lips drew closer and became blent in a fervent40, intoxicating41 kiss. Her hands were cold as ice; her head was burning.
And hereupon we embarked42 upon one of those conversations which, on paper, have no sense, which it is impossible to repeat, and impossible even to retain in memory. The meaning of the sounds replaces and completes the meaning of the words, as in Italian opera.
She is decidedly averse43 to my making the acquaintance of her husband, the lame35 old man of whom I had caught a glimpse on the boulevard. She married him for the sake of her son. He is rich, and suffers from attacks of rheumatism44. I did not allow myself even a single scoff45 at his expense. She respects him as a father, and will deceive him as a husband... A strange thing, the human heart in general, and woman’s heart in particular.
Vera’s husband, Semyon Vasilevich G——v, is a distant relation of Princess Ligovski. He lives next door to her. Vera frequently visits the Princess. I have given her my promise to make the Ligovskis’ acquaintance, and to pay court to Princess Mary in order to distract attention from Vera. In such way, my plans have been not a little deranged46, but it will be amusing for me...
Amusing!... Yes, I have already passed that period of spiritual life when happiness alone is sought, when the heart feels the urgent necessity of violently and passionately47 loving somebody. Now my only wish is to be loved, and that by very few. I even think that I would be content with one constant attachment48. A wretched habit of the heart!...
One thing has always struck me as strange. I have never made myself the slave of the woman I have loved. On the contrary, I have always acquired an invincible49 power over her will and heart, without in the least endeavouring to do so. Why is this? Is it because I never esteem50 anything highly, and she has been continually afraid to let me out of her hands? Or is it the magnetic influence of a powerful organism? Or is it, simply, that I have never succeeded in meeting a woman of stubborn character?
I must confess that, in fact, I do not love women who possess strength of character. What business have they with such a thing?
Indeed, I remember now. Once and once only did I love a woman who had a firm will which I was never able to vanquish51... We parted as enemies—and then, perhaps, if I had met her five years later we would have parted otherwise...
Vera is ill, very ill, although she does not admit it. I fear she has consumption, or that disease which is called “fievre lente”—a quite unRussian disease, and one for which there is no name in our language.
The storm overtook us while in the grotto and detained us half an hour longer. Vera did not make me swear fidelity52, or ask whether I had loved others since we had parted... She trusted in me anew with all her former unconcern, and I will not deceive her: she is the only woman in the world whom it would never be within my power to deceive. I know that we shall soon have to part again, and perchance for ever. We will both go by different ways to the grave, but her memory will remain inviolable within my soul. I have always repeated this to her, and she believes me, although she says she does not.
At length we separated. For a long time I followed her with my eyes, until her hat was hidden behind the shrubs53 and rocks. My heart was painfully contracted, just as after our first parting. Oh, how I rejoiced in that emotion! Can it be that youth is about to come back to me, with its salutary tempests, or is this only the farewell glance, the last gift—in memory of itself?... And to think that, in appearance, I am still a boy! My face, though pale, is still fresh; my limbs are supple54 and slender; my hair is thick and curly, my eyes sparkle, my blood boils...
Returning home, I mounted on horseback and galloped56 to the steppe. I love to gallop55 on a fiery57 horse through the tall grass, in the face of the desert wind; greedily I gulp58 down the fragrant59 air and fix my gaze upon the blue distance, endeavouring to seize the misty60 outlines of objects which every minute grow clearer and clearer. Whatever griefs oppress my heart, whatever disquietudes torture my thoughts—all are dispersed61 in a moment; my soul becomes at ease; the fatigue62 of the body vanquishes63 the disturbance64 of the mind. There is not a woman’s glance which I would not forget at the sight of the tufted mountains, illumined by the southern sun; at the sight of the dark-blue sky, or in hearkening to the roar of the torrent65 as it falls from cliff to cliff.
I believe that the Cossacks, yawning on their watch-towers, when they saw me galloping66 thus needlessly and aimlessly, were long tormented67 by that enigma68, because from my dress, I am sure, they took me to be a Circassian. I have, in fact, been told that when riding on horseback, in my Circassian costume, I resemble a Kabardian more than many a Kabardian himself. And, indeed, so far as regards that noble, warlike garb69, I am a perfect dandy. I have not a single piece of gold lace too much; my weapon is costly70, but simply wrought71; the fur on my cap is neither too long nor too short; my leggings and shoes are matched with all possible accuracy; my tunic72 is white; my Circassian jacket, dark-brown. I have long studied the mountaineer seat on horseback, and in no way is it possible to flatter my vanity so much as by acknowledging my skill in horsemanship in the Cossack mode. I keep four horses—one for myself and three for my friends, so that I may not be bored by having to roam about the fields all alone; they take my horses with pleasure, and never ride with me.
It was already six o’clock in the evening, when I remembered that it was time to dine. My horse was jaded73. I rode out on to the road leading from Pyatigorsk to the German colony, to which the society of the watering-place frequently rides en piquenique. The road meanders74 between bushes and descends75 into little ravines, through which flow noisy brooks76 beneath the shade of tall grasses. All around, in an amphitheatre, rise the blue masses of Mount Beshtau and the Zmeiny, Zhelezny and Lysy Mountains. 26 Descending77 into one of those ravines, I halted to water my horse. At that moment a noisy and glittering cavalcade78 made its appearance upon the road—the ladies in black and dark-blue riding habits, the cavaliers in costumes which formed a medley79 of the Circassian and Nizhegorodian. 27 In front rode Grushnitski with Princess Mary.
The ladies at the watering-place still believe in attacks by Circassians in broad daylight; for that reason, doubtless, Grushnitski had slung80 a sabre and a pair of pistols over his soldier’s cloak. He looked ridiculous enough in that heroic attire81.
I was concealed82 from their sight by a tall bush, but I was able to see everything through the leaves, and to guess from the expression of their faces that the conversation was of a sentimental83 turn. At length they approached the slope; Grushnitski took hold of the bridle84 of the Princess’s horse, and then I heard the conclusion of their conversation:
“And you wish to remain all your life in the Caucasus?” said Princess Mary.
“What is Russia to me?” answered her cavalier. “A country in which thousands of people, because they are richer than I, will look upon me with contempt, whilst here—here this thick cloak has not prevented my acquaintance with you”...
“On the contrary”... said Princess Mary, blushing.
Grushnitski’s face was a picture of delight. He continued:
“Here, my life will flow along noisily, unobserved, and rapidly, under the bullets of the savages85, and if Heaven were every year to send me a single bright glance from a woman’s eyes—like that which—”
At that moment they came up to where I was. I struck my horse with the whip and rode out from behind the bush...
“Mon Dieu, un circassien!”... exclaimed Princess Mary in terror.
In order completely to undeceive her, I replied in French, with a slight bow:
“Ne craignez rien, madame, je ne suis pas plus dangereux que votre cavalier”...
She grew embarrassed—but at what? At her own mistake, or because my answer struck her as insolent86? I should like the latter hypothesis to be correct. Grushnitski cast a discontented glance at me.
Late in the evening, that is to say, about eleven o’clock, I went for a walk in the lilac avenue of the boulevard. The town was sleeping; lights were gleaming in only a few windows. On three sides loomed87 the black ridges88 of the cliffs, the spurs of Mount Mashuk, upon the summit of which an ominous89 cloud was lying. The moon was rising in the east; in the distance, the snow-clad mountains glistened90 like a fringe of silver. The calls of the sentries91 mingled92 at intervals93 with the roar of the hot springs let flow for the night. At times the loud clattering94 of a horse rang out along the street, accompanied by the creaking of a Nagai wagon95 and the plaintive96 burden of a Tartar song.
I sat down upon a bench and fell into a reverie... I felt the necessity of pouring forth97 my thoughts in friendly conversation... But with whom?...
“What is Vera doing now?” I wondered.
I would have given much to press her hand at that moment.
All at once I heard rapid and irregular steps... Grushnitski, no doubt!... So it was!
“Where have you come from?”
“From Princess Ligovski’s,” he said very importantly. “How well Mary does sing!”...
“Do you know?” I said to him. “I wager98 that she does not know that you are a cadet. She thinks you are an officer reduced to the ranks”...
“Maybe so. What is that to me!”... he said absently.
“No, I am only saying so”...
“But, do you know that you have made her terribly angry to-day? She considered it an unheard-of piece of insolence99. It was only with difficulty that I was able to convince her that you are so well bred and know society so well that you could not have had any intention of insulting her. She says that you have an impudent100 glance, and that you have certainly a very high opinion of yourself.”
“She is not mistaken... But do you not want to defend her?”
“I am sorry I have not yet the right to do so”...
“Oho!” I said to myself, “evidently he has hopes already.”
“However, it is the worse for you,” continued Grushnitski; “it will be difficult for you to make their acquaintance now, and what a pity! It is one of the most agreeable houses I know”...
I smiled inwardly.
“The most agreeable house to me now is my own,” I said, with a yawn, and I got up to go.
“Confess, though, you repent101?”...
“What nonsense! If I like I will be at Princess Ligovski’s to-morrow evening!”...
“We shall see”...
“I will even begin to pay my addresses to Princess Mary, if you would like me to”...
“Yes, if she is willing to speak to you”...
“I am only awaiting the moment when she will be bored by your conversation... Goodbye”...
“Well, I am going for a stroll; I could not go to sleep now for anything... Look here, let us go to the restaurant instead, there is cardplaying going on there... What I need now is violent sensations”...
“I hope you will lose”...
I went home.
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