He would have laughed to have heard his own talk afterward1. A man does not remember what he says to a loved horse, or to a dog that looks up in passing. Innocent as that, Peter's sayings to the wounded and dying. Had there been spies about, the American would have been counted eminently2 safe. He had to talk; his heart was so full; it was part of the action that saved him. All the time there was in the background of his mind a steady amazement3 at himself—something of his, aloof4, watchful5, that was not exactly ready to accede6 to all this change and emotion, and yet was not strong enough to prevent.
Twice through the long forenoon he saw a little black-whiskered orderly, eyes dark and wide and deep, his nose sensitive and finely shaped, his shoulders unsoldierly. Once his cap fell as he went to lift a pan, and Peter saw as noble a brow as ever dignified7 a man. He went to him and, as he stood there, he found there was nothing to say.
“Who are you?” the other asked.
“That's what I was trying to think to ask you?” Peter said with a smile. “I am Mowbray, an American correspondent—”
“I had to do something.”
“Perhaps. To be sure, I'd better say my own misery made me come.”
They talked in French.
“It is all the same. You are not a beast.”
“I'm not sure,” said Peter.
“That is good, too. I'm glad you have come. All morning I have watched you....”
“You did not answer me. Who are you?”
“I am Moritz Abel.”
He held a wash basin in one hand, a bit of linen10 in the other—this man who had done such a poem that the glory of the future flashed back through it, to sustain and to be held by men. It was a queer moment. Facing each other, Mowbray thought of Spenski—as if the little lens-maker stood behind the narrow shoulders of the poet.... Was it only the little red-headed body that they had killed? Would the immortal11 come back with a new story of the stars? Thus Peter found himself thinking of Spenski, with this lover of new Russia before him. And would the destroyers slay12 this one too?... Now his humanity came back in a cloud, and he shuddered13 at the thought of Russia murdering the man who wrote We Are Free.... Perhaps it was the woman in him that made him say:
“I hope you live through the long night, Monsieur.”
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n.痛苦,苦恼,苦难;悲惨的境遇,贫苦 | |
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