a hero of our time- 第10部分

We　went　out　into　the　corridor；　at　the　end　of　which　there　was　an　open　door　leading　into　a　side　room。　　The　manservant　and　a　driver　were　dragging　portmanteaux　into　the　room。

〃I　say；　my　man！〃　the　staff…captain　asked　him：　〃Whose　is　that　marvellous　carriage？　　Eh？　　A　beautiful　carriage！〃

Without　turning　round　the　manservant　growled　something　to　himself　as　he　undid　a　portmanteau。　　Maksim　Maksimych　grew　angry。

〃I　am　speaking　to　you；　my　friend！〃　he　said；　touching　the　uncivil　fellow　on　the　shoulder。

〃Whose　carriage？　　My　master's。〃

〃And　who　is　your　master？〃

〃Pechorin　〃

〃What　did　you　say？　　What？　　Pechorin？　　Great　Heavens！　。　。　。　Did　he　not　serve　in　the　Caucasus？〃　exclaimed　Maksim　Maksimych；　plucking　me　by　the　sleeve。　　His　eyes　were　sparkling　with　joy。

〃Yes；　he　served　there；　I　think　　but　I　have　not　been　with　him　long。〃

〃Well！　　Just　so！　。　。　。　Just　so！　。　。　。　Grigori　Aleksandrovich？　。　。　。　that　is　his　name；　of　course？　　Your　master　and　I　were　friends；〃　he　added；　giving　the　manservant　a　friendly　clap　on　the　shoulder　with　such　force　as　to　cause　him　to　stagger。

〃Excuse　me；　sir；　you　are　hindering　me；〃　said　the　latter；　frowning。

〃What　a　fellow　you　are；　my　friend！　　Why；　don't　you　know；　your　master　and　I　were　bosom　friends；　and　lived　together？　。　。　。　But　where　has　he　put　up？〃

The　servant　intimated　that　Pechorin　had　stayed　to　take　supper　and　pass　the　night　at　Colonel　N's。

〃But　won't　he　be　looking　in　here　in　the　evening？〃　said　Maksim　Maksimych。　　〃Or；　you；　my　man；　won't　you　be　going　over　to　him　for　something？　。　。　。　If　you　do；　tell　him　that　Maksim　Maksimych　is　here；　just　say　that　　he'll　know！　　I'll　give　you　half　a　ruble　for　a　tip！〃

The　manservant　made　a　scornful　face　on　hearing　such　a　modest　promise；　but　he　assured　Maksim　Maksimych　that　he　would　execute　his　commission。

〃He'll　be　sure　to　come　running　up　directly！〃　said　Maksim　Maksimych；　with　an　air　of　triumph。　〃I　will　go　outside　the　gate　and　wait　for　him！　Ah；　it's　a　pity　I　am　not　acquainted　with　Colonel　N！〃

Maksim　Maksimych　sat　down　on　a　little　bench　outside　the　gate；　and　I　went　to　my　room。　　I　confess　that　I　also　was　awaiting　this　Pechorin's　appearance　with　a　certain　amount　of　impatience　　although；　from　the　staff…captain's　story；　I　had　formed　a　by　no　means　favourable　idea　of　him。　Still；　certain　traits　in　his　character　struck　me　as　remarkable。　　In　an　hour's　time　one　of　the　old　soldiers　brought　a　steaming　samovar　and　a　teapot。

〃Won't　you　have　some　tea；　Maksim　Mak…　simych？〃　I　called　out　of　the　window。

〃Thank　you。　　I　am　not　thirsty；　somehow。〃

〃Oh；　do　have　some！　　It　is　late；　you　know；　and　cold！〃

〃No；　thank　you〃　。　。　。

〃Well；　just　as　you　like！〃

I　began　my　tea　alone。　　About　ten　minutes　afterwards　my　old　captain　came　in。

〃You　are　right；　you　know；　it　would　be　better　to　have　a　drop　of　tea　　but　I　was　waiting　for　Pechorin。　　His　man　has　been　gone　a　long　time　now；　but　evidently　something　has　detained　him。〃

The　staff…captain　hurriedly　sipped　a　cup　of　tea；　refused　a　second；　and　went　off　again　outside　the　gate　　not　without　a　certain　amount　of　dis…　quietude。　　It　was　obvious　that　the　old　man　was　mortified　by　Pechorin's　neglect；　the　more　so　because　a　short　time　previously　he　had　been　telling　me　of　their　friendship；　and　up　to　an　hour　ago　had　been　convinced　that　Pechorin　would　come　running　up　immediately　on　hearing　his　name。

It　was　already　late　and　dark　when　I　opened　the　window　again　and　began　to　call　Maksim　Maksimych；　saying　that　it　was　time　to　go　to　bed。　　He　muttered　something　through　his　teeth。　　I　repeated　my　invitation　　he　made　no　answer。

I　left　a　candle　on　the　stove…seat；　and；　wrapping　myself　up　in　my　cloak；　I　lay　down　on　the　couch　and　soon　fell　into　slumber；　and　I　would　have　slept　on　quietly　had　not　Maksim　Maksimych　awakened　me　as　he　came　into　the　room。　　It　was　then　very　late。　　He　threw　his　pipe　on　the　table；　began　to　walk　up　and　down　the　room；　and　to　rattle　about　at　the　stove。　　At　last　he　lay　down；　but　for　a　long　time　he　kept　coughing；　spitting；　and　tossing　about。

〃The　bugs　are　biting　you；　are　they　not？〃　I　asked。

〃Yes；　that　is　it；〃　he　answered；　with　a　heavy　sigh。

I　woke　early　the　next　morning；　but　Maksim　Maksimych　had　anticipated　me。　　I　found　him　sitting　on　the　little　bench　at　the　gate。

〃I　have　to　go　to　the　Commandant；〃　he　said；　〃so；　if　Pechorin　comes；　please　send　for　me。〃　。　。　。

I　gave　my　promise。　　He　ran　off　as　if　his　limbs　had　regained　their　youthful　strength　and　supple…　ness。

The　morning　was　fresh　and　lovely。　　Golden　clouds　had　massed　themselves　on　the　mountain…　tops　like　a　new　range　of　aerial　mountains。　　Before　the　gate　a　wide　square　spread　out；　behind　it　the　bazaar　was　seething　with　people；　the　day　being　Sunday。　　Barefooted　Ossete　boys；　carrying　wallets　of　honeycomb　on　their　shoulders；　were　hovering　around　me。　　I　cursed　them；　I　had　other　things　to　think　of　　I　was　beginning　to　share　the　worthy　staff…captain's　uneasiness。

Before　ten　minutes　had　passed　the　man　we　were　awaiting　appeared　at　the　end　of　the　square。　He　was　walking　with　Colonel　N。；　who　accom…　panied　him　as　far　as　the　inn；　said　good…bye　to　him；　and　then　turned　back　to　the　fortress。　　I　im…　mediately　despatched　one　of　the　old　soldiers　for　Maksim　Maksimych。

Pechorin's　manservant　went　out　to　meet　him　and　informed　him　that　they　were　going　to　put　to　at　once；　he　handed　him　a　box　of　cigars；　received　a　few　orders；　and　went　off　about　his　business。　　His　master　lit　a　cigar；　yawned　once　or　twice；　and　sat　down　on　the　bench　on　the　other　side　of　the　gate。　I　must　now　draw　his　portrait　for　you。

He　was　of　medium　height。　　His　shapely；　slim　figure　and　broad　shoulders　gave　evidence　of　a　strong　constitution；　capable　of　enduring　all　the　hardships　of　a　nomad　life　and　changes　of　climates；　and　of　resisting　with　success　both　the　demoral…　ising　effects　of　life　in　the　Capital　and　the　tempests　of　the　soul。　　His　velvet　overcoat；　which　was　covered　with　dust；　was　fastened　by　the　two　lower　buttons　only；　and　exposed　to　view　linen　of　dazzling　whiteness；　which　proved　that　he　had　the　habits　of　a　gentleman。　　His　gloves；　soiled　by　travel；　seemed　as　though　made　ex…　pressly　for　his　small；　aristocratic　hand；　and　when　he　took　one　glove　off　I　was　astonished　at　the　thinness　of　his　pale　fingers。　　His　gait　was　care…　less　and　indolent；　but　I　noticed　that　he　did　not　swing　his　arms　　a　sure　sign　of　a　certain　secretive…　ness　of　character。　　These　remarks；　however；　are　the　result　of　my　own　observations；　and　I　have　not　the　least　desire　to　make　you　blindly　believe　in　them。　　When　he　was　in　the　act　of　seating　himself　on　the　bench　his　upright　figure　bent　as　if　there　was　not　a　single　bone　in　his　back。　　The　attitude　of　his　whole　body　was　expressive　of　a　certain　nervous　weakness；　he　looked；　as　he　sat；　like　one　of　Balzac's　thirty…year…old　coquettes　resting　in　her　downy　arm…chair　after　a　fatiguing　ball。　From　my　first　glance　at　his　face　I　should　not　have　supposed　his　age　to　be　more　than　twenty…　three；　though　afterwards　I　should　have　put　it　down　as　thirty。　　His　smile　had　something　of　a　child…like　quality。　　His　skin　possessed　a　kind　of　feminine　delicacy。　　His　fair　hair；　naturally　curly；　most　picturesquely　outlined　his　pale　and　noble　brow；　on　which　it　was　only　after　lengthy　observa…　tion　that　traces　could　be　noticed　of　wrinkles；　intersecting　each　other：　probably　they　showed　up　more　distinctly　in　moments　of　anger　or　mental　disturbance。　　Notwithstanding　the　light　colour　of　his　hair；　his　moustaches　and　eyebrows　were　black　　a　sign　of　breeding　in　a　man；　just　as　a　black　mane　and　a　black　tail　in　a　white　horse。　To　complete　the　portrait；　I　will　add　that　he　had　a　slightly　turned…up　nose；　teeth　of　dazzling　whiteness；　and　brown　eyes　　I　must　say　a　few　words　more　about　his　eyes。

In　the　first　place；　they　never　laughed　when　he　laughed。　　Have　you　not　happened；　yourself；　to　notice　the　same　peculiarity　in　certain　people？　。　。　。　It　is　a　sign　either　of　an　evil　disposition　or　of　deep　and　constant　grief。　　From　behind　his　half…　lowered　eyelashes　they　shone　with　a　kind　of　phosphorescent　gleam　　if　I　may　so　express　my…　self　　which　was　not　the　reflection　of　a　fervid　soul　or　of　a　playful　fancy；　but　a　glitter　like　to　that　of　smooth　steel；　blinding　but　cold。　　His　glance　　brief；　but　piercing　and　heavy　　left　the　unpleasant　impression　of　an　indiscreet　question　and　might　have　seemed　insolent　had　it　not　been　so　unconcernedly　tranquil。

It　may　be　that　all　these　remarks　came　into　my　mind　only　after　I　had　known　some　details　of　his　life；　and　it　may　be；　too；　that　his　appearance　would　have　produced　an　entirely　different　im…　pression　upon　another；　but；　as　you　will　not　hear　of　him　from　anyone　except　myself；　you　will　have　to　rest　content；　nolens　volens；　with　the　descrip…　tion　I　have　given。　　In　conclusion；　I　will　say　that；　speaking　generally；　he　was　a　very　good…looking　man；　and　had　one　of　those　original　types　of　countenance　which　are　particularly　pleasing　to　women。

The　horses　were　already　put　to；　now　and　then　the　bell　jingled　on　the　shaft…bow；＇1＇　and　the　manservant　had　twice　gone　up　to　Pechorin　with　the　announcement　that　everything　was　ready；　but　still　there　was　no　sign　of　Maksim　Maksimych。　Fortunately　Pechorin　was　sunk　in　thought　as　he　gazed　at　the　jagged；　blue　peaks　of　the　Caucasus；　and　was　apparently　by　no　means　in　a　hurry　for　the　road。

＇1＇　The　duga。

I　went　up　to　him。

〃If　you　care　to　wait　a　little　longer；〃　I　said；　〃you　will　have　the　pleasure　of　meeting　an　old　friend。〃

〃Oh；　exactly！〃　he　answered　quickly。　　〃They　told　me　so　yesterday。　　Where　is　he；　though？〃

I　looked　in　the　direction　of　the　square　and　there　I　descried　Maksim　Maksimych　running　as　hard　as　he　could。　　In　a　few　moments　he　was　beside　us。　　He　was　scarcely　able　to　breathe；　perspiration　was　rolling　in　large　drops　from　his　face；　wet　tufts　of　grey　hair；　escaping　from　under　his　cap；　were　glued　to　his　forehead；　his　knees　were　shaking。　。　。　　He　was　about　to　throw　himself　on　Pechorin's　neck；　but　the　latter；　rather　coldly；　though　with　a　smile　of　welcome；　stretched　out　his　hand　to　him。　　For　a　moment　the　staff…　captain　was　petrified；　but　then　eagerly　seized　Pechorin's　hand　in　both　his　own。　　He　was　still　unable　to　speak。

〃How　glad　I　am　to　see　you；　my　dear　Maksim　Maksimych！　　Well；　how　are　you？〃　said　Pechorin。

〃And　。　。　。　thou　。　。　。　you？〃＇1＇　murmured　the　old　man；　with　tears　in　his　eyes。　　〃What　an　age　it　is　since　I　ha