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[Novel] Resurrection——复活 （完结）

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57135鲜花 72鸡蛋

等级: 内阁元老
配偶: 回到夏末之初
生日：1.21，周年5.13，结拜6.20，结拜：8.18，结婚：11.11
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THE HUSKS OF RELIGION.
And none of those present, from the inspector down to Maslova, seemed conscious of the fact that this Jesus, whose name the priest repeated such a great number of times, and whom he praised with all these curious expressions, had forbidden the very things that were being done there; that He had prohibited not only this meaningless much-speaking and the blasphemous incantation over the bread and wine, but had also, in the clearest words, forbidden men to call other men their master, and to pray in temples; and had ordered that every one should pray in solitude, had forbidden to erect temples, saying that He had come to destroy them, and that one should worship, not in a temple, but in spirit and in truth; and, above all, that He had forbidden not only to judge, to imprison, to torment, to execute men, as was being done here, but had prohibited any kind of violence, saying that He had come to give freedom to the captives.
No one present seemed conscious that all that was going on here was the greatest blasphemy and a supreme mockery of that same Christ in whose name it was being done. No one seemed to realise that the gilt cross with the enamel medallions at the ends, which the priest held out to the people to be kissed, was nothing but the emblem of that gallows on which Christ had been executed for denouncing just what was going on here. That these priests, who imagined they were eating and drinking the body and blood of Christ in the form of bread and wine, did in reality eat and drink His flesh and His blood, but not as wine and bits of bread, but by ensnaring "these little ones" with whom He identified Himself, by depriving them of the greatest blessings and submitting them to most cruel torments, and by hiding from men the tidings of great joy which He had brought. That thought did not enter into the mind of any one present.
The priest did his part with a quiet conscience, because he was brought up from childhood to consider that the only true faith was the faith which had been held by all the holy men of olden times and was still held by the Church, and demanded by the State authorities. He did not believe that the bread turned into flesh, that it was useful for the soul to repeat so many words, or that he had actually swallowed a bit of God. No one could believe this, but he believed that one ought to hold this faith. What strengthened him most in this faith was the fact that, for fulfilling the demands of this faith, he had for the last 15 years been able to draw an income, which enabled him to keep his family, send his son to a gymnasium and his daughter to a school for the daughters of the clergy. The deacon believed in the same manner, and even more firmly than the priest, for he had forgotten the substance of the dogmas of this faith, and knew only that the prayers for the dead, the masses, with and without the acathistus, all had a definite price, which real Christians readily paid, and, therefore, he called out his "have mercy, have mercy," very willingly, and read and said what was appointed, with the same quiet certainty of its being necessary to do so with which other men sell faggots, flour, or potatoes. The prison inspector and the warders, though they had never understood or gone into the meaning of these dogmas and of all that went on in church, believed that they must believe, because the higher authorities and the Tsar himself believed in it. Besides, though faintly (and themselves unable to explain why), they felt that this faith defended their cruel occupations. If this faith did not exist it would have been more difficult, perhaps impossible, for them to use all their powers to torment people, as they were now doing, with a quiet conscience. The inspector was such a kind-hearted man that he could not have lived as he was now living unsupported by his faith. Therefore, he stood motionless, bowed and crossed himself zealously, tried to feel touched when the song about the cherubims was being sung, and when the children received communion he lifted one of them, and held him up to the priest with his own hands.
The great majority of the prisoners believed that there lay a mystic power in these gilt images, these vestments, candles, cups, crosses, and this repetition of incomprehensible words, "Jesu sweetest" and "have mercy"--a power through which might be obtained much convenience in this and in the future life. Only a few clearly saw the deception that was practised on the people who adhered to this faith, and laughed at it in their hearts; but the majority, having made several attempts to get the conveniences they desired, by means of prayers, masses, and candles, and not having got them (their prayers remaining unanswered), were each of them convinced that their want of success was accidental, and that this organisation, approved by the educated and by archbishops, is very important and necessary, if not for this, at any rate for the next life.
Maslova also believed in this way. She felt, like the rest, a mixed sensation of piety and dulness. She stood at first in a crowd behind a railing, so that she could see no one but her companions; but when those to receive communion moved on, she and Theodosia stepped to the front, and they saw the inspector, and, behind him, standing among the warders, a little peasant, with a very light beard and fair hair. This was Theodosia's husband, and he was gazing with fixed eyes at his wife. During the acathistus Maslova occupied herself in scrutinising him and talking to Theodosia in whispers, and bowed and made the sign of the cross only when every one else did.
在场的人，从司祭、典狱长到玛丝洛娃，谁也没有想到，司祭声嘶力竭地反复叨念和用种种古怪字眼颂扬的耶稣本人，恰好禁止这里所做的一切事情。他不仅禁止这种毫无意义的饶舌和以师尊自居的司祭使用面包和酒所作的亵渎法术，而且斩钉截铁地禁止一些人把另一些人称为师尊，禁止在教堂里祈祷，并叮嘱各人单独祈祷。他甚至禁止人们修建教堂，说要毁坏教堂，还说人们不应该在教堂里祈祷，而应该在心灵里和真理中祈祷。主要是他不但禁止对人进行审判，监禁，折磨，侮辱和惩罚，象这里所做的那样，而且禁止对人使用任何暴力，并说他是来释放一切囚犯，使他们获得自由的。
在场的人，谁也没有想到，这里所做的一切正是最严重的亵渎，以基督名义所做的一切正是对基督本人的嘲弄。谁也没有想到，司祭举着让人亲吻的四端镶有珐琅圆饰的包金十字架，不是别的，恰恰就是基督受刑的绞架的形象，而他之所以上绞架，就是因为他禁止此刻这里所做的事情。谁也没有想到，司祭吃着面包，喝着葡萄酒，自以为是在吃基督的身体，喝基督的血，其实他们确实是在吃喝基督的血肉，不过并非因为他们吃了面包，喝了葡萄酒，而是因为他们不仅盅惑那些被基督认为同自己一样的“弱小者”，而且剥夺他们最大的幸福，使他们遭到最残酷的折磨，不让人们知道基督带给他们的福音。
司祭心安理得地做着这一切，因为他从小就受了这样的教育，认为这是唯一正确的信仰，从前的圣徒都信奉过它，现在的神职长官和俗世长官也都信奉它。他相信的并非面包会变成身体，说许多空话会有益于灵魂，或者他真的吃了上帝身上的一块肉。这类事是不足信的。他相信的只是非有这样的信仰不可。使他确立这种信心的，主要是十八年来他靠这种礼拜收入钱财，养家活口，让儿子读中学，送女儿进神学校。诵经士也这样相信，而且信心比司祭更坚定，因为他压根儿忘记了这种教义的实质，只知道香火、追荐亡灵、诵经、普通祈祷和带赞美词的祈祷都有一定的价格，凡是真正的基督徒都乐意缴付，因此他叫喊“饶恕吧，饶恕吧”也好，唱赞美诗也好，念经也好，总是镇定沉着，满心相信非这样做不可，就象人家出卖木柴、面粉和土豆一样。至于典狱长和看守，他们虽然从来不知道也不研究教义和教堂里各种圣礼的意义，但却相信非有这样的信仰不可，因为最高当局和沙皇本人都信奉它。除此以外，他们还感觉到这种信仰在为他们残酷的职务辩解，虽然这种感觉是隐隐约约的，因为他们自己也解释不清究竟是怎么一回事。要是没有这种信仰，恐怕很难甚至不可能象现在这样心安理得地拚命折磨人。典狱长天性善良，要不是从这种信仰中获得支持，他绝对不可能这样生活下去。就因为有了这种支持，他才能俨然挺直身子站在那里，又是跪拜，又是画十字，听到大家唱“那些司智天使”，就情绪激动，而在给孩子们授圣餐时，就走上前去，亲手抱起一个领圣餐的孩子，把他举得高高的。
在犯人中间，只有少数几个看透这类玩意儿纯属骗局，用来愚弄这一类信徒，因此心里暗暗好笑。大多数人却相信，这种包金的圣像、蜡烛、金杯、法衣、十字架、反复叼念的“至亲至爱的耶稣”和“饶恕吧”，都蕴藏着神秘的力量，依靠这种力量就可以在今世和来世得到许多好处。虽然多数人都做过一些尝试，想借助于祈求、祷告、蜡烛，在今世得到好处，结果却一无所得，他们的祷告也没有如愿，但大家还是坚信，失败是偶然的，这一套做法既然得到有学问的人和总主教的赞同，总是很有道理的。即使对今世没有作用，对来世也一定会起作用。
玛丝洛娃也这样相信。她在做礼拜时也象别人一样，产生一种又虔诚又厌烦的复杂心情。起初她站在隔板后面的人群中间，除了同牢的几个女伴以外，谁也看不见。后来，领圣餐的人往前走去，她跟费多霞也一起往前移动，于是就看见了典狱长，还看见典狱长后面的看守中间有一个矮小的农民，长着浅褐头发，留着淡白胡子。这人就是费多霞的丈夫。他正目不转睛地盯着妻子。玛丝洛娃在唱赞美诗的时候不断打量他，同时跟费多霞交头接耳地谈话，直到大家画十字和跪拜时，她才也跟着这样做。
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等级: 内阁元老
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VISITING DAY--THE MEN'S WARD.
Nekhludoff left home early. A peasant from the country was still driving along the side street and calling out in a voice peculiar to his trade, "Milk! milk! milk!"
The first warm spring rain had fallen the day before, and now wherever the ground was not paved the grass shone green. The birch trees in the gardens looked as if they were strewn with green fluff, the wild cherry and the poplars unrolled their long, balmy buds, and in shops and dwelling-houses the double window-frames were being removed and the windows cleaned.
In the Tolkoochi [literally, jostling market, where second-hand clothes and all sorts of cheap goods are sold] market, which Nekhludoff had to pass on his way, a dense crowd was surging along the row of booths, and tattered men walked about selling top-boots, which they carried under their arms, and renovated trousers and waistcoats, which hung over their shoulders.
Men in clean coats and shining boots, liberated from the factories, it being Sunday, and women with bright silk kerchiefs on their heads and cloth jackets trimmed with jet, were already thronging at the door of the traktir. Policemen, with yellow cords to their uniforms and carrying pistols, were on duty, looking out for some disorder which might distract the ennui that oppressed them. On the paths of the boulevards and on the newly-revived grass, children and dogs ran about, playing, and the nurses sat merrily chattering on the benches. Along the streets, still fresh and damp on the shady side, but dry in the middle, heavy carts rumbled unceasingly, cabs rattled and tramcars passed ringing by. The air vibrated with the pealing and clanging of church bells, that were calling the people to attend to a service like that which was now being conducted in the prison. And the people, dressed in their Sunday best, were passing on their way to their different parish churches.
The isvostchik did not drive Nekhludoff up to the prison itself, but to the last turning that led to the prison.
Several persons--men and women--most of them carrying small bundles, stood at this turning, about 100 steps from the prison. To the right there were several low wooden buildings; to the left, a two-storeyed house with a signboard. The huge brick building, the prison proper, was just in front, and the visitors were not allowed to come up to it. A sentinel was pacing up and down in front of it, and shouted at any one who tried to pass him.
At the gate of the wooden buildings, to the right, opposite the sentinel, sat a warder on a bench, dressed in uniform, with gold cords, a notebook in his hands. The visitors came up to him, and named the persons they wanted to see, and he put the names down. Nekhludoff also went up, and named Katerina Maslova. The warder wrote down the name.
"Why--don't they admit us yet?" asked Nekhludoff.
"The service is going on. When the mass is over, you'll be admitted."
Nekhludoff stepped aside from the waiting crowd. A man in tattered clothes, crumpled hat, with bare feet and red stripes all over his face, detached himself from the crowd, and turned towards the prison.
"Now, then, where are you going?" shouted the sentinel with the gun.
"And you hold your row," answered the tramp, not in the least abashed by the sentinel's words, and turned back. "Well, if you'll not let me in, I'll wait. But, no! Must needs shout, as if he were a general."
The crowd laughed approvingly. The visitors were, for the greater part, badly-dressed people; some were ragged, but there were also some respectable-looking men and women. Next to Nekhludoff stood a clean-shaven, stout, and red-cheeked man, holding a bundle, apparently containing under-garments. This was the doorkeeper of a bank; he had come to see his brother, who was arrested for forgery. The good-natured fellow told Nekhludoff the whole story of his life, and was going to question him in turn, when their attention was aroused by a student and a veiled lady, who drove up in a trap, with rubber tyres, drawn by a large thoroughbred horse. The student was holding a large bundle. He came up to Nekhludoff, and asked if and how he could give the rolls he had brought in alms to the prisoners. His fiancee wished it (this lady was his fiancee), and her parents had advised them to take some rolls to the prisoners.
"I myself am here for the first time," said Nekhludoff, "and don't know; but I think you had better ask this man," and he pointed to the warder with the gold cords and the book, sitting on the right.
As they were speaking, the large iron door with a window in it opened, and an officer in uniform, followed by another warder, stepped out. The warder with the notebook proclaimed that the admittance of visitors would now commence. The sentinel stepped aside, and all the visitors rushed to the door as if afraid of being too late; some even ran. At the door there stood a warder who counted the visitors as they came in, saying aloud, 16, 17, and so on. Another warder stood inside the building and also counted the visitors as they entered a second door, touching each one with his hand, so that when they went away again not one visitor should be able to remain inside the prison and not one prisoner might get out. The warder, without looking at whom he was touching, slapped Nekhludoff on the back, and Nekhludoff felt hurt by the touch of the warder's hand; but, remembering what he had come about, he felt ashamed of feeling dissatisfied and taking offence.
The first apartment behind the entrance doors was a large vaulted room with iron bars to the small windows. In this room, which was called the meeting-room, Nekhludoff was startled by the sight of a large picture of the Crucifixion.
"What's that for?" he thought, his mind involuntarily connecting the subject of the picture with liberation and not with imprisonment.
He went on, slowly letting the hurrying visitors pass before, and experiencing a mingled feeling of horror at the evil-doers locked up in this building, compassion for those who, like Katusha and the boy they tried the day before, must be here though guiltless, and shyness and tender emotion at the thought of the interview before him. The warder at the other end of the meeting-room said something as they passed, but Nekhludoff, absorbed by his own thoughts, paid no attention to him, and continued to follow the majority of the visitors, and so got into the men's part of the prison instead of the women's.
Letting the hurrying visitors pass before him, he was the last to get into the interviewing-room. As soon as Nekhludoff opened the door of this room, he was struck by the deafening roar of a hundred voices shouting at once, the reason of which he did not at once understand. But when he came nearer to the people, he saw that they were all pressing against a net that divided the room in two, like flies settling on sugar, and he understood what it meant. The two halves of the room, the windows of which were opposite the door he had come in by, were separated, not by one, but by two nets reaching from the floor to the ceiling. The wire nets were stretched 7 feet apart, and soldiers were walking up and down the space between them. On the further side of the nets were the prisoners, on the nearer, the visitors. Between them was a double row of nets and a space of 7 feet wide, so that they could not hand anything to one another, and any one whose sight was not very good could not even distinguish the face on the other side. It was also difficult to talk; one had to scream in order to be heard.
On both sides were faces pressed close to the nets, faces of wives, husbands, fathers, mothers, children, trying to see each other's features and to say what was necessary in such a way as to be understood.
But as each one tried to be heard by the one he was talking to, and his neighbour tried to do the same, they did their best to drown each other's voices' and that was the cause of the din and shouting which struck Nekhludoff when he first came in. It was impossible to understand what was being said and what were the relations between the different people. Next Nekhludoff an old woman with a kerchief on her head stood trembling, her chin pressed close to the net, and shouting something to a young fellow, half of whose head was shaved, who listened attentively with raised brows. By the side of the old woman was a young man in a peasant's coat, who listened, shaking his head, to a boy very like himself. Next stood a man in rags, who shouted, waving his arm and laughing. Next to him a woman, with a good woollen shawl on her shoulders, sat on the floor holding a baby in her lap and crying bitterly. This was apparently the first time she saw the greyheaded man on the other side in prison clothes, and with his head shaved. Beyond her was the doorkeeper, who had spoken to Nekhludoff outside; he was shouting with all his might to a greyhaired convict on the other side.
When Nekhludoff found that he would have to speak in similar conditions, a feeling of indignation against those who were able to make and enforce these conditions arose in him; he was surprised that, placed in such a dreadful position, no one seemed offended at this outrage on human feelings. The soldiers, the inspector, the prisoners themselves, acted as if acknowledging all this to be necessary.
Nekhludoff remained in this room for about five minutes, feeling strangely depressed, conscious of how powerless he was, and at variance with all the world. He was seized with a curious moral sensation like seasickness.
聂赫留朵夫一清早从家里出来，看见一个乡下人赶着一辆大车在巷子里走，怪腔怪调地叫道：
“卖牛奶，卖牛奶，卖牛奶！”
昨晚下了第一场温暖的春雨。凡是没有修马路的地方一下子都长出了嫩绿的青草。花园里的桦树枝上布满了翠绿的绒毛，稠李和杨树抽出了芳香的细长叶子。住宅和商店都卸去了套窗，把窗子擦得干干净净。在聂赫留朵夫乘车经过的旧货市场上，一座座货棚旁边密密麻麻地挤满了人群。有些衣服褴褛的人腋下夹着皮靴，肩上搭着熨得笔挺的长裤和背心，在市场上走来走去。
小饭馆周围挤满了不上工的男人，他们穿着干净的腰部打褶的上衣和擦得发亮的皮靴；还有些女人，头上包着花花绿绿的绸头巾，身上穿着钉有玻璃珠的外套。警察挎着用黄丝带系住的手熗，站着岗，窥察什么地方有纠纷，好借此排遣他们难堪的无聊。在林荫道上，在一片新绿的草地上，孩子们和狗在奔跑嬉戏；保姆们兴致勃勃地坐在长凳上聊天。
大街上，左面半边路面没有照到阳光，还很潮湿阴凉，中间的路面已经干了。沉重的载货马车不停地在街上隆隆驶过，四轮轻便马车辘辘地行驶着，公共马车不断发出叮噹的响声。四面八方响起教堂参差错落的钟声，震得空气不住地颤抖，号召人们去参加和监狱教堂一样的礼拜。人们打扮得漂漂亮亮，向各自的教区走去。
聂赫留朵夫所雇的马车没有把他送到监狱门口，而在通往监狱的路口停下。
在这通往监狱的路口，在离监狱大约一百步的地方，站着一些男人和女人，手里多半拿着包袱。右边有几所不高的木屋，左边是一座两层的楼房，门口挂着招牌。用石块砌成的巨大监狱就在前面，但探监的人不准走近。一个持熗的哨兵走来走去，谁想从他身旁绕过，他就向谁吆喝。
木屋小门旁边，在岗哨对面的右边长凳上坐着一个看守。他身穿镶丝绦的制服，手里拿着一个小本子。来探监的人都走到他跟前，报了他们要探望的人的姓名，他就记下来。聂赫留朵夫也走到他跟前，报了玛丝洛娃的姓名，穿制服的看守也记了下来。
“为什么还不让人进去？”聂赫留朵夫问。
“他们正在做礼拜。等做完礼拜，就放你们进去。”
聂赫留朵夫走到探监的人群那里。人群中走出一个人，衣服褴褛，帽子揉皱，光脚上套着一双破鞋，脸上布满一道道伤痕，向监狱走去。
“你往哪儿溜？”持熗的哨兵对他吆喝道。
“你嚷嚷什么呀？”衣服褴褛的人全没被哨兵的吆喝吓倒，顶嘴说，然后走回来。“你不放，我等着就是。何必大声嚷嚷，简直象个将军似的。”
人群发出赞许的笑声。探监的人大都穿得很寒酸，甚至破破烂烂，但也有一些男女衣着很体面。聂赫留朵夫旁边站着一个服饰讲究的男人，脸色红润，胡子刮得精光，手里拿着一个包袱，显然是衬衣裤。聂赫留朵夫问他是不是第一次来探监。那人回答说，他每星期日都来。他们就这样攀谈起来。原来他是银行的看门人，是来探望犯制造伪证罪的弟弟的。这人和蔼可亲，把自己的身世全都讲给聂赫留朵夫听，还想打听聂赫留朵夫的情况，但这时来了一辆橡胶轮胎的轻便马车，由一匹高大的良种黑马拉着，车上坐着一个大学生和一个戴面纱的小姐。这样，他们的注意力就被吸引过去了。大学生手里抱着一个大包袱，走到聂赫留朵夫跟前，向他打听，可不可以散发施舍物（他带来的白面包），以及为此要办什么手续。
“这是未婚妻要我来办的。她就是我的未婚妻。她的爹妈要我们把东西散发给犯人。”
“我也是头一次来，我不知道，但我想应该问问那个人，”
聂赫留朵夫说，指指身穿制服、手里拿着小本子的看守。
就在聂赫留朵夫同大学生谈话的时候，正中开有小窗洞的监狱大铁门开了，里面走出一个穿军服的军官和另一个看守。那个手拿小本子的看守就宣布探监开始。哨兵退到一边，所有探监的人都争先恐后，有的甚至跑步，纷纷向监狱大门涌去。站在门口的看守高声数着从他身边走过的探监人：“十六，十七……”在监狱里面，另一个看守用手拍着每个进入二道门的人，也在点数，目的是免得让一个探监的人留在狱里，也不致跑掉一个犯人。这个点数的看守，眼睛不看走过去的人，在聂赫留朵夫的背上重重地拍了一下。看守这一拍起初使聂赫留朵夫感到屈辱，但他立刻想到他到这里来是为了什么事。这种屈辱的情绪使他感到害臊。
二道门里面首先看到的是一个拱形大房间，房间里有几个不大的窗子，上面装着铁栅栏。在这个称为聚会厅的房子里，聂赫留朵夫怎么也没有料到，壁龛里竟会有耶稣钉在十字架上的巨像。
“挂这个干什么？”他想，情不自禁地把耶稣像同自由人联系起来，却怎么也无法把他同囚犯联系在一起。
聂赫留朵夫慢吞吞地走着，让急于探监的人走在前面。他百感交集，想到关在这里的恶人就感到不寒而栗，对昨天的男孩和卡秋莎那样的无辜者则满怀同情，而想到即将同卡秋莎见面，不禁又觉得胆怯和爱怜。他走出这个房间的时候，听见看守在那一头说着些什么。但聂赫留朵夫满腹心事，没有理会看守的话，继续往多数探监人走的方向走去，也就是走往男监，而不是他要去的女监。
聂赫留朵夫让性急的人走在前头，自己最后一个走进会面的房间。他推开门，走进这个房间，首先使他吃惊的是一片喧闹声，那是由几百个人的叫嚷声汇合成的震耳欲聋的声音。直到他走过去，看见房间被一道铁丝网隔成两半，人们象苍蝇钉在糖上那样紧贴在铁丝网上，他才明白是怎么一回事。原来这个后墙上开有几个窗洞的房间，不是由一道铁丝网而是由两道铁丝网隔成两半，而且铁丝网都是从天花板一直挂到地板上。有几个看守在这两道铁丝网之间来回监视。铁丝网那边是囚犯，这边是探监的人，中间隔着两道铁丝网，距离有三俄尺①宽，因此双方不但无法私相授受什么东西，连要看清对方的脸都很困难，特别是近视眼。谈话也很困难，一定要拚命叫嚷，才能使对方听见。两边的人都把脸贴在铁丝网上，做妻子的，做丈夫的，做父母的，做子女的，大家都想看清对方的脸，说出要说的话。大家都想让对方听见，但他们的声音相互干扰，因此大家都放开嗓门叫，要压倒别人的声音。聂赫留朵夫一走进这个房间，就被这片大叫大嚷的喧闹声吓呆了。要听清他们在说些什么，那是根本不可能的。只能从脸部表情上判断他们在谈些什么，彼此是什么关系。聂赫留朵夫旁边有个扎头巾的老太婆，脸贴紧铁丝网，下巴哆嗦，正对一个脸色苍白、剃阴阳头的年轻人大声说话。那男犯扬起眉毛，皱紧眉头，用心听着她的话。老太婆旁边是一个穿农民外衣的年轻人，双手遮在耳朵后边，听一个面貌同他相象、脸色憔悴、胡子花白的男犯说话，不住地摇头。再过去一点，站着一个衣衫褴褛的人，挥动一条胳膊，一边叫嚷一边笑。他旁边的地上坐着一个手抱婴儿的女人，头上包着一块上等羊毛头巾，放声痛哭，显然是第一次看到对面那个头发花白的男人穿着囚衣，剃了阴阳头，戴着脚镣。这个女人后边站着同聂赫留朵夫谈过话的银行看门人，他正用尽力气向对面一个头上光秃、眼睛明亮的男犯叫嚷着。当聂赫留朵夫明白他只能在这样的条件下说话时，对规定并实行这套办法的人不由得产生了满腔愤恨。他感到奇怪的是，这种可怕的状况，这种对人类感情的亵渎，竟没有人感到屈辱。士兵也罢，典狱长也罢，探监的人也罢，囚犯也罢，都在这样做，仿佛认为这样做是天经地义的。
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VISITING DAY--THE WOMEN'S WARD.
"Well, but I must do what I came here for," he said, trying to pick up courage. "What is to be done now?" He looked round for an official, and seeing a thin little man in the uniform of an officer going up and down behind the people, he approached him.
"Can you tell me, sir," he said, with exceedingly strained politeness of manner, "where the women are kept, and where one is allowed to interview them?"
"Is it the women's ward you want to go to?"
"Yes, I should like to see one of the women prisoners," Nekhludoff said, with the same strained politeness.
"You should have said so when you were in the hall. Who is it, then, that you want to see?"
"I want to see a prisoner called Katerina Maslova."
"Is she a political one?"
"No, she is simply . . ."
"What! Is she sentenced?"
"Yes; the day before yesterday she was sentenced," meekly answered Nekhludoff, fearing to spoil the inspector's good humour, which seemed to incline in his favour.
"If you want to go to the women's ward please to step this way," said the officer, having decided from Nekhludoff's appearance that he was worthy of attention. "Sideroff, conduct the gentleman to the women's ward," he said, turning to a moustached corporal with medals on his breast.
"Yes, sir."
At this moment heart-rending sobs were heard coming from some one near the net.
Everything here seemed strange to Nekhludoff; but strangest of all was that he should have to thank and feel obligation towards the inspector and the chief warders, the very men who were performing the cruel deeds that were done in this house.
The corporal showed Nekhludoff through the corridor, out of the men's into the women's interviewing-room.
This room, like that of the men, was divided by two wire nets; but it was much smaller, and there were fewer visitors and fewer prisoners, so that there was less shouting than in the men's room. Yet the same thing was going on here, only, between the nets instead of soldiers there was a woman warder, dressed in a blue-edged uniform jacket, with gold cords on the sleeves, and a blue belt. Here also, as in the men's room, the people were pressing close to the wire netting on both sides; on the nearer side, the townspeople in varied attire; on the further side, the prisoners, some in white prison clothes, others in their own coloured dresses. The whole length of the net was taken up by the people standing close to it. Some rose on tiptoe to be heard across the heads of others; some sat talking on the floor.
The most remarkable of the prisoners, both by her piercing screams and her appearance, was a thin, dishevelled gipsy. Her kerchief had slipped off her curly hair, and she stood near a post in the middle of the prisoner's division, shouting something, accompanied by quick gestures, to a gipsy man in a blue coat, girdled tightly below the waist. Next the gipsy man, a soldier sat on the ground talking to prisoner; next the soldier, leaning close to the net, stood a young peasant, with a fair beard and a flushed face, keeping back his tears with difficulty. A pretty, fair-haired prisoner, with bright blue eyes, was speaking to him. These two were Theodosia and her husband. Next to them was a tramp, talking to a broad-faced woman; then two women, then a man, then again a woman, and in front of each a prisoner. Maslova was not among them. But some one stood by the window behind the prisoners, and Nekhludoff knew it was she. His heart began to beat faster, and his breath stopped. The decisive moment was approaching. He went up to the part of the net where he could see the prisoner, and recognised her at once. She stood behind the blue-eyed Theodosia, and smiled, listening to what Theodosia was saying. She did not wear the prison cloak now, but a white dress, tightly drawn in at the waist by a belt, and very full in the bosom. From under her kerchief appeared the black ringlets of her fringe, just the same as in the court.
"Now, in a moment it will be decided," he thought.
"How shall I call her? Or will she come herself?"
She was expecting Bertha; that this man had come to see her never entered her head.
"Whom do you want?" said the warder who was walking between the nets, coming up to Nekhludoff.
"Katerina Maslova," Nekhludoff uttered, with difficulty.
"Katerina Maslova, some one to see you," cried the warder.
“不过，该办的事还是要办，”聂赫留朵夫鼓励自己说。
“可是该怎么办呢？”
他用眼睛找寻长官。他看见一个佩军官肩章、留小胡子、身材瘦小的人在人群后面走来走去，就对他说：
“先生，请问，女犯关在什么地方？什么地方可以同她们见面？”他非常紧张而又谦恭地问。
“难道您要探望女监吗？”
“是的，我希望同一个关在这里的女人见面，”聂赫留朵夫依旧那么紧张而谦恭地回答。
“您刚才在聚会厅里就该这么说了。那么您要见什么人？”
“我要见玛丝洛娃。”
“她是政治犯吗？”副典狱长问。
“不，她只不过是……”
“她怎么，判决了吗？”
“是的，她前天判决了，”聂赫留朵夫恭顺地回答，生怕破坏这个似乎同情他的副典狱长的情绪。
“既然您要探女监，那就请到这里来，”副典狱长说，显然从聂赫留朵夫的外表上看出为他效劳是值得的。“西多罗夫，”他吩咐胸前挂着几个奖章的留小胡子军士说，“把这位先生带到女监探望室去。”
“是，长官。”
这当儿，铁栅栏那边传来一阵令人心碎的痛哭声。
聂赫留朵夫觉得一切都很古怪，而最古怪的是，他还得感激典狱长和看守长，感激在这座房子里干着种种暴行的人，还得认为他承受了他们的恩惠。
看守长把聂赫留朵夫从男监探望室领到走廊里，随即打开对面的房门，又把他领进女监探望室。
这个房间也象男监探望室一样，由两道铁丝网隔成三部分，但地方要小得多，来探监的人和囚犯也都少些，不过里面的喧闹声同男监一样。在两道铁丝网中间也有个长官在来回踱步。不过，这里的长官是一个女看守，也穿着制服，袖口上镶有丝绦，滚着蓝边，腰里也象男看守一样系一条宽腰带。两边铁丝网上，也象男监探望室一样，贴满了人：这边是穿着各式衣服的城里居民，那边是穿着白色囚衣或便服的女犯。整个铁丝网上都挤满了人。有人踮起脚，这样可以超过人家的头说话，使对方听得清楚些；有人坐在地板上同对方交谈。
在所有女犯中间有一个女人特别显眼，她的叫嚷和模样也特别引人注意。这是一个头发蓬乱、身体瘦弱的吉卜赛女犯，头巾从她那鬈曲的头发上滑了下来。她站在铁丝网那边，挨近柱子，几乎就在房间中央，对一个身穿蓝上衣、腰里紧束着皮带的吉卜赛男人嚷着什么，同时迅速地做着手势。在吉卜赛男人旁边，蹲着一个士兵，正同一个女犯说话。再过去，站着一个穿树皮鞋的矮小农民，留着浅色胡子，脸涨得通红，显然好不容易才忍住眼泪。同他谈话的是一个头发浅黄、相貌好看的女犯。她用一双明亮的蓝眼睛瞅着对方。这就是费多霞和她的丈夫。他们旁边站着一个衣衫褴褛的男人，正同一个披头散发的宽脸膛女人说话。再过去是两个女人，一个男人，又是一个女人，他们各自都同对面的女犯说着话。在女犯中没见到玛丝洛娃。但在那一边，在那些女犯后面还站着一个女人。聂赫留朵夫立刻悟到那个女人就是她，他的心怦怦直跳，气都快喘不过来了。生死攸关的时刻到了。他走到铁丝网旁边，认清了是她。她站在蓝眼睛的费多霞后面，笑眯眯地听她说话。她不象前天那样穿着囚袍，只穿着一件腰带紧束的白上衣，高耸着胸部。头巾里露出鬈曲的黑发，就象那天在法庭上一样。
“马上就要摊牌了，”他暗自想。“我该怎么称呼她呢？也许她会自动过来吧？”
但她并没有走过来。她在等克拉拉，根本没有想到这个男人是来找她的。
“您要找谁？”那个在铁丝网中间踱步的女看守走到聂赫留朵夫跟前问。
“玛丝洛娃，”聂赫留朵夫好容易才说出口。
“玛丝洛娃，有人找你！”女看守叫道。
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NEKHLUDOFF VISITS MASLOVA.
Maslova looked round, and with head thrown back and expanded chest, came up to the net with that expression of readiness which he well knew, pushed in between two prisoners, and gazed at Nekhludoff with a surprised and questioning look. But, concluding from his clothing he was a rich man, she smiled.
"Is it me you want?" she asked, bringing her smiling face, with the slightly squinting eyes, nearer the net.
"I, I--I wished to see--" Nekhludoff did not know how to address her. "I wished to see you--I--" He was not speaking louder than usual.
"No; nonsense, I tell you!" shouted the tramp who stood next to him. "Have you taken it or not?"
"Dying, I tell you; what more do you want?" some one else was screaming at his other side. Maslova could not hear what Nekhludoff was saying, but the expression of his face as he was speaking reminded her of him. She did not believe her own eyes; still the smile vanished from her face and a deep line of suffering appeared on her brow.
"I cannot hear what you are saying," she called out, wrinkling her brow and frowning more and more.
"I have come," said Nekhludoff. "Yes, I am doing my duty--I am confessing," thought Nekhludoff; and at this thought the tears came in his eyes, and he felt a choking sensation in his throat, and holding on with both hands to the net, he made efforts to keep from bursting into tears.
"I say, why do you shove yourself in where you're not wanted?" some one shouted at one side of him.
"God is my witness; I know nothing," screamed a prisoner from the other side.
Noticing his excitement, Maslova recognised him.
"You're like . . . but no; I don't know you," she shouted, without looking at him, and blushing, while her face grew still more stern.
"I have come to ask you to forgive me," he said, in a loud but monotonous voice, like a lesson learnt by heart. Having said these words he became confused; but immediately came the thought that, if he felt ashamed, it was all the better; he had to bear this shame, and he continued in a loud voice:
"Forgive me; I have wronged you terribly."
She stood motionless and without taking her squinting eyes off him.
He could not continue to speak, and stepping away from the net he tried to suppress the sobs that were choking him.
The inspector, the same officer who had directed Nekhludoff to the women's ward, and whose interest he seemed to have aroused, came into the room, and, seeing Nekhludoff not at the net, asked him why he was not talking to her whom he wanted to see. Nekhludoff blew his nose, gave himself a shake, and, trying to appear calm, said:
"It's so inconvenient through these nets; nothing can be heard."
Again the inspector considered for a moment.
"Ah, well, she can be brought out here for awhile. Mary Karlovna," turning to the warder, "lead Maslova out."
A minute later Maslova came out of the side door. Stepping softly, she came up close to Nekhludoff, stopped, and looked up at him from under her brows. Her black hair was arranged in ringlets over her forehead in the same way as it had been two days ago; her face, though unhealthy and puffy, was attractive, and looked perfectly calm, only the glittering black eyes glanced strangely from under the swollen lids.
"You may talk here," said the inspector, and shrugging his shoulders he stepped aside with a look of surprise. Nekhludoff moved towards a seat by the wall.
Maslova cast a questioning look at the inspector, and then, shrugging her shoulders in surprise, followed Nekhludoff to the bench, and having arranged her skirt, sat down beside him.
"I know it is hard for you to forgive me," he began, but stopped. His tears were choking him. "But though I can't undo the past, I shall now do what is in my power. Tell me--"
"How have you managed to find me?" she said, without answering his question, neither looking away from him nor quite at him, with her squinting eyes.
"O God, help me! Teach me what to do," Nekhludoff thought, looking at her changed face. "I was on the jury the day before yesterday," he said. "You did not recognise me?"
"No, I did not; there was not time for recognitions. I did not even look," she said.
"There was a child, was there not?" he asked.
"Thank God! he died at once," she answered, abruptly and viciously.
"What do you mean? Why?"
"I was so ill myself, I nearly died," she said, in the same quiet voice, which Nekhludoff had not expected and could not understand.
"How could my aunts have let you go?"
"Who keeps a servant that has a baby? They sent me off as soon as they noticed. But why speak of this? I remember nothing. That's all finished."
"No, it is not finished; I wish to redeem my sin."
"There's nothing to redeem. What's been has been and is passed," she said; and, what he never expected, she looked at him and smiled in an unpleasantly luring, yet piteous, manner.
Maslova never expected to see him again, and certainly not here and not now; therefore, when she first recognised him, she could not keep back the memories which she never wished to revive. In the first moment she remembered dimly that new, wonderful world of feeling and of thought which had been opened to her by the charming young man who loved her and whom she loved, and then his incomprehensible cruelty and the whole string of humiliations and suffering which flowed from and followed that magic joy. This gave her pain, and, unable to understand it, she did what she was always in the habit of doing, she got rid of these memories by enveloping them in the mist of a depraved life. In the first moment, she associated the man now sitting beside her with the lad she had loved; but feeling that this gave her pain, she dissociated them again. Now, this well-dressed, carefully-got-up gentleman with perfumed beard was no longer the Nekhludoff whom she had loved but only one of the people who made use of creatures like herself when they needed them, and whom creatures like herself had to make use of in their turn as profitably as they could; and that is why she looked at him with a luring smile and considered silently how she could best make use of him.
"That's all at an end," she said. "Now I'm condemned to Siberia," and her lip trembled as she was saying this dreadful word.
"I knew; I was certain you were not guilty," said Nekhludoff.
"Guilty! of course not; as if I could be a thief or a robber." She stopped, considering in what way she could best get something out of him.
"They say here that all depends on the advocate," she began. "A petition should be handed in, only they say it's expensive."
"Yes, most certainly," said Nekhludoff. "I have already spoken to an advocate."
"No money ought to be spared; it should be a good one," she said.
"I shall do all that is possible."
They were silent, and then she smiled again in the same way.
"And I should like to ask you . . . a little money if you can . . . not much; ten roubles, I do not want more," she said, suddenly.
"Yes, yes," Nekhludoff said, with a sense of confusion, and felt for his purse.
She looked rapidly at the inspector, who was walking up and down the room. "Don't give it in front of him; he'd take it away."
Nekhludoff took out his purse as soon as the inspector had turned his back; but had no time to hand her the note before the inspector faced them again, so he crushed it up in his hand.
"This woman is dead," Nekhludoff thought, looking at this once sweet, and now defiled, puffy face, lit up by an evil glitter in the black, squinting eyes which were now glancing at the hand in which he held the note, then following the inspector's movements, and for a moment he hesitated. The tempter that had been speaking to him in the night again raised its voice, trying to lead him out of the realm of his inner into the realm of his outer life, away from the question of what he should do to the question of what the consequences would be, and what would he practical.
"You can do nothing with this woman," said the voice; "you will only tie a stone round your neck, which will help to drown you and hinder you from being useful to others.
"Is it not better to give her all the money that is here, say good-bye, and finish with her forever?" whispered the voice.
But here he felt that now, at this very moment, something most important was taking place in his soul--that his inner life was, as it were, wavering in the balance, so that the slightest effort would make it sink to this side or the other. And he made this effort by calling to his assistance that God whom he had felt in his soul the day before, and that God instantly responded. He resolved to tell her everything now--at once.
"Katusha, I have come to ask you to forgive me, and you have given me no answer. Have you forgiven me? Will you ever forgive me?" he asked.
She did not listen to him, but looked at his hand and at the inspector, and when the latter turned she hastily stretched out her hand, grasped the note, and hid it under her belt.
"That's odd, what you are saying there," she said, with a smile of contempt, as it seemed to him.
Nekhludoff felt that there was in her soul one who was his enemy and who was protecting her, such as she was now, and preventing him from getting at her heart. But, strange to say, this did not repel him, but drew him nearer to her by some fresh, peculiar power. He knew that he must waken her soul, that this was terribly difficult, but the very difficulty attracted him. He now felt towards her as he had never felt towards her or any one else before. There was nothing personal in this feeling: he wanted nothing from her for himself, but only wished that she might not remain as she now was, that she might awaken and become again what she had been.
"Katusha, why do you speak like that? I know you; I remember you--and the old days in Papovo."
"What's the use of recalling what's past?" she remarked, drily.
"I am recalling it in order to put it right, to atone for my sin, Katusha," and he was going to say that he would marry her, but, meeting her eyes, he read in them something so dreadful, so coarse, so repellent, that he could not go on.
At this moment the visitors began to go. The inspector came up to Nekhludoff and said that the time was up.
"Good-bye; I have still much to say to you, but you see it is impossible to do so now," said Nekhludoff, and held out his hand. "I shall come again."
"I think you have said all."
She took his hand but did not press it.
"No; I shall try to see you again, somewhere where we can talk, and then I shall tell you what I have to say-something very important."
"Well, then, come; why not?" she answered, and smiled with that habitual, inviting, and promising smile which she gave to the men whom she wished to please.
"You are more than a sister to me," said Nekhludoff.
"That's odd," she said again, and went behind the grating.
玛丝洛娃转过身，抬起头，挺起胸部，带着聂赫留朵夫所熟悉的温顺表情，走到铁栅栏跟前，从两个女犯中间挤过来，惊讶地盯着聂赫留朵夫，却没有认出他来。
不过，她从衣衫上看出他是个有钱人，就嫣然一笑。
“您找我吗？”她问，把她那张眼睛斜睨的笑盈盈的脸凑近铁栅栏。
“我想见见……”聂赫留朵夫不知道该用“您”还是“你”，但随即决定用“您”。他说话的声音并不比平时高。
“我想见见您……我……”
“你别跟我罗唆了，”他旁边那个衣衫褴褛的男人叫道。
“你到底拿过没有？”
“对你说，人都快死了，你还要什么？”对面有一个人嚷道。
玛丝洛娃听不清聂赫留朵夫在说些什么，但他说话时脸上的那副神情使她突然想起了他。但她不相信自己的眼睛。不过，她的笑容消失了，眉头痛苦地皱起来。
“您说什么，我听不见，”她叫起来，眯细眼睛，眉头皱得更紧了。
“我来是……”
“对，我在做我该做的事，我在认罪，”聂赫留朵夫想。他一想到这里，眼泪就夺眶而出，喉咙也哽住了。他用手指抓住铁栅栏，说不下去，竭力控制住感情，免得哭出声来。
“对你说：你去管闲事干什么……”这边有人喝道。
“老天爷在上，我连知道也不知道，”那边有个女犯大声说。
玛丝洛娃看到聂赫留朵夫激动的神气，认出他来了。
“您好象是……但我不敢认，”玛丝洛娃眼睛不看他，叫道。她那涨红的脸突然变得阴沉了。
“我来是要请求你饶恕，”聂赫留朵夫大声说，但音调平得象背书一样。
他大声说出这句话，感到害臊，往四下里张望了一下。但他立刻想到，要是他觉得羞耻，那倒是好事，因为他是可耻的。于是他高声说下去：
“请你饶恕我，我在你面前是有罪的……”他又叫道。
她一动不动地站着，斜睨的目光盯住他不放。
他再也说不下去，就离开铁栅栏，竭力忍住翻腾着的泪水，不让自己哭出声来。
把聂赫留朵夫领到女监来的副典狱长，显然对他发生了兴趣，这时走了过来。他看见聂赫留朵夫不在铁栅栏旁边，就问他为什么不同他要探望的女犯谈话。聂赫留朵夫擤了擤鼻涕，提起精神，竭力让自己平静下来，回答说：
“隔着铁栅栏没法说话，什么也听不见。”
副典狱长沉思了一下。
“嗯，好吧，把她带到这儿来一下也行。”
“马丽雅·卡尔洛夫娜！”他转身对女看守说。“把玛丝洛娃带到外边来。”
过了一分钟，玛丝洛娃从边门走出来。她步履轻盈地走到聂赫留朵夫跟前站住，皱着眉头看了他一眼。乌黑的鬈发也象前天那样一圈圈飘在额上；苍白而微肿的脸有点病态，但很可爱，而且十分镇定；她那双乌黑发亮的斜睨眼睛在浮肿的眼皮下显得特别有神。
“可以在这里谈话，”副典狱长说完就走开了。
聂赫留朵夫走到靠墙的长凳旁边。
玛丝洛娃困惑地瞧了瞧副典狱长，然后仿佛感到惊讶，耸耸肩膀，跟着聂赫留朵夫走到长凳那儿，理了理裙子，在他旁边坐下。
“我知道要您饶恕我很困难，”聂赫留朵夫开口说，但又停住，觉得喉咙哽住了，“过去的事既已无法挽回，那么现在我愿尽最大的努力去做。您说说……”
“您是怎么找到我的？”她不理他的话，径自问。她那双斜睨的眼睛又象在瞧他，又象不在瞧他。
“上帝呀！你帮助我，教教我该怎么办！”聂赫留朵夫望着她那张变丑的脸，暗自说。
“前天您受审的时候，我在做陪审员。”他说。“您没有认出我来吧？”
“没有，没有认出来。我没有工夫认人。当时我根本没有看，”玛丝洛娃说。
“不是有过一个孩子吗？”聂赫留朵夫问，感到脸红了。
“赞美上帝，他当时就死了，”她气愤地简单回答，转过眼睛不去看他。
“真的吗？是怎么死的？”
“我当时自己病了，差一点也死掉，”玛丝洛娃说，没有抬起眼睛来。
“姑妈她们怎么会放您走的？”
“谁还会把一个怀孩子的女佣人留在家里呢？她们一发现这事，就把我赶出来了。说这些干什么呀！我什么都不记得，全都忘了。那事早完了。”
“不，没有完。我不能丢下不管。哪怕到今天我也要赎我的罪。”
“没有什么罪可赎的。过去的事都过去了，全完了，”玛丝洛娃说。接着，完全出乎他的意料，她忽然瞟了他一眼，又嫌恶又妖媚又可怜地微微一笑。
玛丝洛娃怎么也没想到会看见他，特别是在此时此地，因此最初一刹那，他的出现使她震惊，使她回想起她从不回想的往事。最初一刹那，她模模糊糊地想起那个充满感情和理想的新奇天地，这是那个热爱她并为她所热爱的迷人青年给她打开的。然后她想到了他那难以理解的残酷，想到了接二连三的屈辱和苦难，这都是紧接着那些醉人的幸福降临和由此而产生的。她感到痛苦，但她无法理解这事。她就照例把这些往事从头脑里驱除，竭力用堕落生活的特种迷雾把它遮住。此刻她就是这样做的。最初一刹那，她把坐在她面前的这个人同她一度爱过的那个青年联系起来，但接着觉得太痛苦了，就不再这样做。现在这个衣冠楚楚、脸色红润、胡子上洒过香水的老爷，对她来说，已不是她所爱过的那个聂赫留朵夫，而是一个截然不同的人。那种人在需要的时候可以玩弄象她这样的女人，而象她这样的女人也总是要尽量从他们身上多弄到些好处。就因为这个缘故，她向他妖媚地笑了笑。她沉默了一会儿，考虑着怎样利用他弄到些好处。
“那事早就完了，”她说。“如今我被判决，要去服苦役了。”
她说出这句悲痛的话，嘴唇都哆嗦了。
“我知道，我相信，您是没有罪的，”聂赫留朵夫说。
“我当然没有罪。我又不是小偷，又不是强盗。这儿大家都说，一切全在于律师，”她继续说。“大家都说应该上诉，可是得花很多钱……”
“是的，一定要上诉，”聂赫留朵夫说。“我已经找过律师了。”
“别舍不得花钱，得请一个好律师，”她说。
“我一定尽力去办。”
接着是一阵沉默。
她又象刚才那样微微一笑。
“我想请求您……给些钱，要是您答应的话。不多……只要十个卢布就行，”她突然说。
“行，行，”聂赫留朵夫窘态毕露地说，伸手去掏皮夹子。
她急促地瞅了一眼正在屋里踱步的副典狱长。
“当着他的面别给，等他走开了再给，要不然会被他拿走的。”
等副典狱长一转过身去，聂赫留朵夫就掏出皮夹子，但他还没来得及把十卢布钞票递给她，副典狱长又转过身来，脸对着他们。他把钞票团在手心里。
“这个女人已经丧失生命了，”他心里想，同时望着这张原来亲切可爱、如今饱经风霜的浮肿的脸，以及那双妖媚的乌黑发亮的斜睨眼睛——这双眼睛紧盯着副典狱长和聂赫留朵夫那只紧捏着钞票的手。他的内心刹那间发生了动摇。
昨晚迷惑过聂赫留朵夫的魔鬼，此刻又在他心里说话，又竭力阻止他思考该怎样行动，却让他去考虑他的行动会有什么后果，怎样才能对他有利。
“这个女人已经无可救药了，”魔鬼说，“你只会把石头吊在自己脖子上，活活淹死，再也不能做什么对别人有益的事了。给她一些钱，把你身边所有的钱全给她，同她分手，从此一刀两断，岂不更好？”他心里这样想。
不过，他同时又感到，他的心灵里此刻正要完成一种极其重大的变化，他的精神世界这会儿仿佛搁在不稳定的天平上，只要稍稍加一点力气，就会向这边或者那边倾斜。他花了一点力气，向昨天感到存在于心灵里的上帝呼救，果然上帝立刻响应他。他决定此刻把所有的话全向她说出来。
“卡秋莎！我来是要请求你的饶恕，可是你没有回答我，你是不是饶恕我，或者，什么时候能饶恕我，”他说，忽然对玛丝洛娃改称“你”了。
她没有听他说话，却一会儿瞧瞧他那只手，一会儿瞧瞧副典狱长。等副典狱长一转身，她连忙把手伸过去，抓住钞票，把它塞在腰带里。
“您的话真怪，”她鄙夷不屑地——他有这样的感觉——
微笑着说。
聂赫留朵夫觉得她身上有一样东西，同他水火不相容，使她永远保持现在这种样子，并且不让他闯进她的内心世界。
不过，说也奇怪，这种情况不仅没有使他疏远她，反而产生一种特殊的新的力量，使他去同她接近。聂赫留朵夫觉得他应该在精神上唤醒她，这虽然极其困难，但正因为困难就格外吸引他。他现在对她的这种感情，是以前所不曾有过的，对任何人都不曾有过，其中不带丝毫私心。他对她毫无所求，只希望她不要象现在这样，希望她能觉醒，能恢复她的本性。
“卡秋莎，你为什么说这样的话？你要明白，我是了解你的，我记得当时你在巴诺伏的样子……”
“何必提那些旧事，”她冷冷地说。
“我记起这些事是为了要改正错误，赎我的罪，卡秋莎，”聂赫留朵夫开了头，本来还想说他要同她结婚，但接触到她的目光，发觉其中有一种粗野可怕、拒人于千里之外的神色，他不敢开口了。
这时候，探监的人纷纷出去。副典狱长走到聂赫留朵夫跟前，说探望的时间结束了。玛丝洛娃站起来，顺从地等待人家把她带回牢房。
“再见，我还有许多话要对您说，可是，您看，现在没时间了，”聂赫留朵夫说着伸出一只手。“我还要来的。”
“话好象都已说了……”
她伸出一只手，但是没有同他握。
“不，我要设法找个可以说话的地方再同您见面，我还有些非常重要的话要对您说，”聂赫留朵夫说。
“好的，那您就来吧，”她说，做出一种要讨男人喜欢的媚笑。
“您对我来说比妹妹还亲哪！”聂赫留朵夫说。
“真怪！”她又说了一遍，接着摇摇头，向铁栅栏那边走去。
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MASLOVA'S VIEW OF LIFE.
Before the first interview, Nekhludoff thought that when she saw him and knew of his intention to serve her, Katusha would be pleased and touched, and would be Katusha again; but, to his horror, he found that Katusha existed no more, and there was Maslova in her place. This astonished and horrified him.
What astonished him most was that Katusha was not ashamed of her position--not the position of a prisoner (she was ashamed of that), but her position as a prostitute. She seemed satisfied, even proud of it. And, yet, how could it be otherwise? Everybody, in order to be able to act, has to consider his occupation important and good. Therefore, in whatever position a person is, he is certain to form such a view of the life of men in general which will make his occupation seem important and good.
It is usually imagined that a thief, a murderer, a spy, a prostitute, acknowledging his or her profession as evil, is ashamed of it. But the contrary is true. People whom fate and their sin-mistakes have placed in a certain position, however false that position may be, form a view of life in general which makes their position seem good and admissible. In order to keep up their view of life, these people instinctively keep to the circle of those people who share their views of life and their own place in it. This surprises us, where the persons concerned are thieves, bragging about their dexterity, prostitutes vaunting their depravity, or murderers boasting of their cruelty. This surprises us only because the circle, the atmosphere in which these people live, is limited, and we are outside it. But can we not observe the same phenomenon when the rich boast of their wealth, i.e., robbery; the commanders in the army pride themselves on victories, i.e., murder; and those in high places vaunt their power, i.e., violence? We do not see the perversion in the views of life held by these people, only because the circle formed by them is more extensive, and we ourselves are moving inside of it.
And in this manner Maslova had formed her views of life and of her own position. She was a prostitute condemned to Siberia, and yet she had a conception of life which made it possible for her to be satisfied with herself, and even to pride herself on her position before others.
According to this conception, the highest good for all men without exception--old, young, schoolboys, generals, educated and uneducated, was connected with the relation of the sexes; therefore, all men, even when they pretended to be occupied with other things, in reality took this view. She was an attractive woman, and therefore she was an important and necessary person. The whole of her former and present life was a confirmation of the correctness of this conception.
With such a view of life, she was by no means the lowest, but a very important person. And Maslova prized this view of life more than anything; she could not but prize it, for, if she lost the importance that such a view of life gave her among men, she would lose the meaning of her life. And, in order not to lose the meaning of her life, she instinctively clung to the set that looked at life in the same way as she did. Feeling that Nekhludoff wanted to lead her out into another world, she resisted him, foreseeing that she would have to lose her place in life, with the self-possession and self-respect it gave her. For this reason she drove from her the recollections of her early youth and her first relations with Nekhludoff. These recollections did not correspond with her present conception of the world, and were therefore quite rubbed out of her mind, or, rather, lay somewhere buried and untouched, closed up and plastered over so that they should not escape, as when bees, in order to protect the result of their labour, will sometimes plaster a nest of worms. Therefore, the present Nekhludoff was not the man she had once loved with a pure love, but only a rich gentleman whom she could, and must, make use of, and with whom she could only have the same relations as with men in general.
"No, I could not tell her the chief thing," thought Nekhludoff, moving towards the front doors with the rest of the people. "I did not tell her that I would marry her; I did not tell her so, but I will," he thought.
The two warders at the door let out the visitors, counting them again, and touching each one with their hands, so that no extra person should go out, and none remain within. The slap on his shoulder did not offend Nekhludoff this time; he did not even notice it.
第一次重逢的时候，聂赫留朵夫以为卡秋莎见到他，知道他要为她出力并且感到悔恨，一定会高兴，一定会感动，一定又会恢复原来那个卡秋莎的面目。他万万没有料到，原来的那个卡秋莎已经不存在了，只剩下了一个现在的玛丝洛娃。
这使他感到又惊奇又恐惧。
使他感到惊奇的，主要是玛丝洛娃不仅不以自己的身分为耻（不是指她囚犯的身分，当囚犯她是感到羞耻的，而是指她妓女的身分），似乎还觉得心满意足，甚至引以为荣。不过话也得说回来，一个人处在这样的地位，也就非如此不可。不论什么人，倘若要活动，必须自信他的活动是重要的，有益的。因此，一个人，不论地位怎样，他对人生必须具有这样的观点，使他觉得他的活动是重要的，有益的。
通常人们总以为小偷、凶手、间谍、妓女会承认自己的职业卑贱，会感到羞耻。其实正好相反。凡是由命运安排或者自己造了孽而堕落的人，不论他们的地位多么卑贱，他们对人生往往抱着这样的观点，仿佛他们的地位是正当的，高尚的。为了保持这样的观点，他们总是本能地依附那些肯定他们对人生和所处地位的看法的人。但要是小偷夸耀他们的伎俩，妓女夸耀她们的淫荡，凶手夸耀他们的残忍，我们就会感到惊奇。我们之所以会感到惊奇，无非因为这些人的生活圈子狭小，生活习气特殊，而我们却是局外人。不过，要是富翁夸耀他们的财富，也就是他们的巧取豪夺，军事长官夸耀他们的胜利，也就是他们的血腥屠杀，统治者夸耀他们的威力，也就是他们的强暴残忍，还不都是同一回事？我们看不出这些人歪曲了生活概念，看不出他们为了替自己的地位辩护而颠倒善恶，这无非因为他们的圈子比较大，人数比较多，而且我们自己也是这个圈子里的人。
玛丝洛娃就是这样看待她的生活和她在世界上的地位的。她是个妓女，被判处服苦役，然而她也有她的世界观，而且凭这种世界观她能自我欣赏，甚至自命不凡。
这个世界观就是：凡是男人，不论年老年轻，不论是中学生还是将军，受过教育的还是没有受过教育的，无一例外，个个认为同富有魅力的女人性交就是人生最大的乐事。因此，凡是男人，表面上都装作在为别的事忙碌，其实都一味渴望着这件事。她是一个富有魅力的女人，可以满足，也可以不满足他们的这种欲望，因此她是一个重要的不可缺少的人物。
她过去的生活和现在的生活全都证实这种观点是正确的。
在这十年中间，不论在什么地方，她都看见，一切男人，从聂赫留朵夫和上了年纪的警察局长开始，到谨慎小心的监狱看守为止，个个都需要她。至于那些不需要她的男人，她没有看到，对他们也不加注意。因此，照她看来，茫茫尘世无非是好色之徒聚居的渊蔽，他们从四面八方窥伺她，不择手段——欺骗、暴力、金钱、诡计——去占有她。
玛丝洛娃就是这样看待人生的。从这样的人生观出发，她不仅不是一个卑贱的人，而且是一个很重要的人。玛丝洛娃把这样的人生观看得高于一切。她不能不珍重它，因为一旦抛弃这样的人生观，她就会丧失生活在人间的意义。为了不丧失自己的生活意义，她本能地依附于具有同样人生观的人。她发觉聂赫留朵夫要把她拉到另一个世界里去，就加以抵制，因为预见到在那个世界里她将丧失这样的生活地位，从而也就丧失自信心和自尊心。也就因为这个缘故，她竭力避免回忆年轻时的事和她同聂赫留朵夫最初的关系。那些往事的回忆同她现在的世界观格格不入，因此已从她的记忆里抹掉，或者说原封不动地深埋在记忆里，而且封存得那么严密，就象蜜蜂把一窝螟虫（幼虫）封起来，免得它们糟蹋蜜蜂的全部劳动成果一样。因此，现在的聂赫留朵夫对她来说已不是她一度以纯洁的爱情爱过的人，而只是一个阔老爷。她可以而且应该利用他，她和他只能维持她和一切男人那样的关系。
“嗯，我没有能把主要的话说出来，”聂赫留朵夫跟人群一起往出口处走去时想。“我没有告诉她我要同她结婚。尽管没有说，但我会这样做的。”
门口的两个看守又用手逐个拍着探监的人，点着数，免得多放一个人出去，或者把一个人留在牢里。这一次他们拍聂赫留朵夫的背，聂赫留朵夫不仅没有生气，而且简直没有注意到。
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FANARIN, THE ADVOCATE--THE PETITION.
Nekhludoff meant to rearrange the whole of his external life, to let his large house and move to an hotel, but Agraphena Petrovna pointed out that it was useless to change anything before the winter. No one would rent a town house for the summer; anyhow, he would have to live and keep his things somewhere. And so all his efforts to change his manner of life (he meant to live more simply: as the students live) led to nothing. Not only did everything remain as it was, but the house was suddenly filled with new activity. All that was made of wool or fur was taken out to be aired and beaten. The gate-keeper, the boy, the cook, and Corney himself took part in this activity. All sorts of strange furs, which no one ever used, and various uniforms were taken out and hung on a line, then the carpets and furniture were brought out, and the gate-keeper and the boy rolled their sleeves up their muscular arms and stood beating these things, keeping strict time, while the rooms were filled with the smell of naphthaline.
When Nekhludoff crossed the yard or looked out of the window and saw all this going on, he was surprised at the great number of things there were, all quite useless. Their only use, Nekhludoff thought, was the providing of exercise for Agraphena Petrovna, Corney, the gate-keeper, the boy, and the cook.
"But it's not worth while altering my manner of life now," he thought, "while Maslova's case is not decided. Besides, it is too difficult. It will alter of itself when she will be set free or exiled, and I follow her."
On the appointed day Nekhludoff drove up to the advocate Fanarin's own splendid house, which was decorated with huge palms and other plants, and wonderful curtains, in fact, with all the expensive luxury witnessing to the possession of much idle money, i.e., money acquired without labour, which only those possess who grow rich suddenly. In the waiting-room, just as in a doctor's waiting-room, he found many dejected-looking people sitting round several tables, on which lay illustrated papers meant to amuse them, awaiting their turns to be admitted to the advocate. The advocate's assistant sat in the room at a high desk, and having recognised Nekhludoff, he came up to him and said he would go and announce him at once. But the assistant had not reached the door before it opened and the sounds of loud, animated voices were heard; the voice of a middle-aged, sturdy merchant, with a red face and thick moustaches, and the voice of Fanarin himself. Fanarin was also a middle-aged man of medium height, with a worn look on his face. Both faces bore the expression which you see on the faces of those who have just concluded a profitable but not quite honest transaction.
"Your own fault, you know, my dear sir," Fanarin said, smiling.
"We'd all be in 'eaven were it not for hour sins."
"Oh. yes, yes; we all know that," and both laughed un-naturally.
"Oh, Prince Nekhludoff! Please to step in," said Fanarin, seeing him, and, nodding once more to the merchant, he led Nekhludoff into his business cabinet, furnished in a severely correct style.
"Won't you smoke?" said the advocate, sitting down opposite Nekhludoff and trying to conceal a smile, apparently still excited by the success of the accomplished transaction.
"Thanks; I have come about Maslova's case."
"Yes, yes; directly! But oh, what rogues these fat money bags are!" he said. "You saw this here fellow. Why, he has about twelve million roubles, and he cannot speak correctly; and if he can get a twenty-five rouble note out of you he'll have it, if he's to wrench it out with his teeth."
"He says ''eaven' and 'hour,' and you say 'this here fellow,'" Nekhludoff thought, with an insurmountable feeling of aversion towards this man who wished to show by his free and easy manner that he and Nekhludoff belonged to one and the same camp, while his other clients belonged to another.
"He has worried me to death--a fearful scoundrel. I felt I must relieve my feelings," said the advocate, as if to excuse his speaking about things that had no reference to business. "Well, how about your case? I have read it attentively, but do not approve of it. I mean that greenhorn of an advocate has left no valid reason for an appeal."
"Well, then, what have you decided?"
"One moment. Tell him," he said to his assistant, who had just come in, "that I keep to what I have said. If he can, it's all right; if not, no matter."
"But he won't agree."
"Well, no matter," and the advocate frowned.
"There now, and it is said that we advocates get our money for nothing," he remarked, after a pause. "I have freed one insolvent debtor from a totally false charge, and now they all flock to me. Yet every such case costs enormous labour. Why, don't we, too, 'lose bits of flesh in the inkstand?' as some writer or other has said. Well, as to your case, or, rather, the case you are taking an interest in. It has been conducted abominably. There is no good reason for appealing. Still," he continued, "we can but try to get the sentence revoked. This is what I have noted down." He took up several sheets of paper covered with writing, and began to read rapidly, slurring over the uninteresting legal terms and laying particular stress on some sentences. "To the Court of Appeal, criminal department, etc., etc. According to the decisions, etc., the verdict, etc., So-and-so Maslova pronounced guilty of having caused the death through poison of the merchant Smelkoff, and has, according to Statute 1454 of the penal code, been sentenced to Siberia," etc., etc. He stopped. Evidently, in spite of his being so used to it, he still felt pleasure in listening to his own productions. "This sentence is the direct result of the most glaring judicial perversion and error," he continued, impressively, "and there are grounds for its revocation. Firstly, the reading of the medical report of the examination of Smelkoff's intestines was interrupted by the president at the very beginning. This is point one."
"But it was the prosecuting side that demanded this reading," Nekhludoff said, with surprise.
"That does not matter. There might have been reasons for the defence to demand this reading, too."
"Oh, but there could have been no reason whatever for that."
"It is a ground for appeal, though. To continue: 'Secondly,' he went on reading, 'when Maslova's advocate, in his speech for the defence, wishing to characterise Maslova's personality, referred to the causes of her fall, he was interrupted by the president calling him to order for the alleged deviation from the direct subject. Yet, as has been repeatedly pointed out by the Senate, the elucidation of the criminal's characteristics and his or her moral standpoint in general has a significance of the first importance in criminal cases, even if only as a guide in the settling of the question of imputation.' That's point two," he said, with a look at Nekhludoff.
"But he spoke so badly that no one could make anything of it," Nekhludoff said, still more astonished.
"The fellow's quite a fool, and of course could not be expected to say anything sensible," Fanarin said, laughing; "but, all the same, it will do as a reason for appeal. Thirdly: 'The president, in his summing up, contrary to the direct decree of section 1, statute 801, of the criminal code, omitted to inform the jury what the judicial points are that constitute guilt; and did not mention that having admitted the fact of Maslova having administered the poison to Smelkoff, the jury had a right not to impute the guilt of murder to her, since the proofs of wilful intent to deprive Smelkoff of life were absent, and only to pronounce her guilty of carelessness resulting in the death of the merchant, which she did not desire.' This is the chief point."
"Yes; but we ought to have known that ourselves. It was our mistake."
"And now the fourth point," the advocate continued. "The form of the answer given by the jury contained an evident contradiction. Maslova is accused of wilfully poisoning Smelkoff, her one object being that of cupidity, the only motive to commit murder she could have had. The jury in their verdict acquit her of the intent to rob, or participation in the stealing of valuables, from which it follows that they intended also to acquit her of the intent to murder, and only through a misunderstanding, which arose from the incompleteness of the president's summing up, omitted to express it in due form in their answer. Therefore an answer of this kind by the jury absolutely demanded the application of statutes 816 and 808 of the criminal code of procedure, i.e., an explanation by the president to the jury of the mistake made by them, and another debate on the question of the prisoner's guilt."
"Then why did the president not do it?"
"I, too, should like to know why," Fanarin said, laughing.
"Then the Senate will, of course, correct this error?"
"That will all depend on who will preside there at the time. Well, now, there it is. I have further said," he continued, rapidly, "a verdict of this kind gave the Court no right to condemn Maslova to be punished as a criminal, and to apply section 3, statute 771 of the penal code to her case. This is a decided and gross violation of the basic principles of our criminal law. In view of the reasons stated, I have the honour of appealing to you, etc., etc., the refutation, according to 909, 910, and section 2, 912 and 928 statute of the criminal code, etc., etc. . . . to carry this case before another department of the same Court for a further examination. There; all that can be done is done, but, to be frank, I have little hope of success, though, of course, it all depends on what members will be present at the Senate. If you have any influence there you can but try."
"I do know some."
"All right; only be quick about it. Else they'll all go off for a change of air; then you may have to wait three months before they return. Then, in case of failure, we have still the possibility of appealing to His Majesty. This, too, depends on the private influence you can bring to work. In this case, too, I am at your service; I mean as to the working of the petition, not the influence."
"Thank you. Now as to your fees?"
"My assistant will hand you the petition and tell you."
"One thing more. The Procureur gave me a pass for visiting this person in prison, but they tell me I must also get a permission from the governor in order to get an interview at another time and in another place than those appointed. Is this necessary?"
"Yes, I think so. But the governor is away at present; a vice-governor is in his place. And he is such an impenetrable fool that you'll scarcely be able to do anything with him."
"Is it Meslennikoff?"
"Yes."
"I know him," said Nekhludoff, and got up to go. At this moment a horribly ugly, little, bony, snub-nosed, yellow-faced woman flew into the room. It was the advocate's wife, who did not seem to be in the least bit troubled by her ugliness. She was attired in the most original manner; she seemed enveloped in something made of velvet and silk, something yellow and green, and her thin hair was crimped.
She stepped out triumphantly into the ante-room, followed by a tall, smiling man, with a greenish complexion, dressed in a coat with silk facings, and a white tie. This was an author. Nekhludoff knew him by sight.
She opened the cabinet door and said, "Anatole, you must come to me. Here is Simeon Ivanovitch, who will read his poems, and you must absolutely come and read about Garshin."
Nekhludoff noticed that she whispered something to her husband, and, thinking it was something concerning him, wished to go away, but she caught him up and said: "I beg your pardon, Prince, I know you, and, thinking an introduction superfluous, I beg you to stay and take part in our literary matinee. It will be most interesting. M. Fanarin will read."
"You see what a lot I have to do," said Fanarin, spreading out his hands and smilingly pointing to his wife, as if to show how impossible it was to resist so charming a creature.
Nekhludoff thanked the advocate's wife with extreme politeness for the honour she did him in inviting him, but refused the invitation with a sad and solemn look, and left the room.
"What an affected fellow!" said the advocate's wife, when he had gone out.
In the ante-room the assistant handed him a ready-written petition, and said that the fees, including the business with the Senate and the commission, would come to 1,000 roubles, and explained that M. Fanarin did not usually undertake this kind of business, but did it only to oblige Nekhludoff.
"And about this petition. Who is to sign it?"
"The prisoner may do it herself, or if this is inconvenient, M. Fanarin can, if he gets a power of attorney from her."
"Oh, no. I shall take the petition to her and get her to sign it," said Nekhludoff, glad of the opportunity of seeing her before the appointed day.
聂赫留朵夫想改变生活方式：退掉这座大住宅，解散佣人，自己搬到旅馆去住。但是阿格拉芬娜竭力劝说他，没有任何理由在冬季以前改变生活方式，因为夏季谁也不要租大住宅，再说自己也总得有个地方居住和存放家具杂物。这样，聂赫留朵夫想改变生活方式，过学生般简朴生活的努力，全都成了泡影。家里不仅一切如旧，而且又紧张地忙起家务事来：把全部毛料和皮子衣服拿出来晾一晾，挂开来吹吹风，掸去灰尘。扫院子人、他的下手、厨娘和柯尔尼都一齐忙碌着。他们先把军服、制服和从来没有人穿过的古怪皮货晾在绳子上，然后把地毯和家具也都搬出去。扫院子人和他的下手卷起袖子，露出肌肉发达的胳膊，很有节奏地敲打着这些东西。个个房间都弥漫着樟脑味儿。聂赫留朵夫从院子里走过，后来从窗子里望出去，看见那么多东西，而且都是毫无用处的，不禁感到惊讶。“保存这些东西的唯一用处，”聂赫留朵夫想，“就在于让阿格拉芬娜、柯尔尼、扫院子人、他的下手和厨娘有个机会活动活动筋骨。”
“玛丝洛娃的事还没有解决，暂时用不着改变生活方式，”聂赫留朵夫想。“再说改变生活方式也实在困难。等她得到释放或者被流放，我也跟着她去，到那时生活方式也就自然改变了。”在同法纳林律师约定的那一天，聂赫留朵夫坐上马车去看他。律师的私人住宅富丽堂皇，摆满高大的盆花，窗子上挂着精美的窗帘。总之，排场十分阔气，表明主人发了横财，因为这样的排场只有暴发户才会有。聂赫留朵夫走进这座房子，在接待室里看见许多来访的人，好象医生的候诊室那样，大家没精打采地坐在几张桌子旁，翻阅供他们消遣的画报，等待着接见。律师的助手也坐在这儿一张很高的斜面办公桌旁。他一认出聂赫留朵夫，就走过来同他寒暄，并且说马上去报告律师。但不等律师助手走到办公室门口，门就开了，传出来响亮而热烈的谈话声。一个矮胖的中年人，脸色红润，留着浓密的小胡子，穿一身崭新的服装，正在同法纳林谈话。两人脸上的神色表明，他们刚办完一件有利可图而不太正当的事。
“是您自己作的孽呀，老兄，”法纳林笑嘻嘻地说。
“天堂想进，可就是罪孽深重，上天无门哪。”
“行了，行了，这我们知道。”
两人都不自然地笑起来。
“啊，公爵，请进，”法纳林看见聂赫留朵夫，说道。他对出去的商人又点了一下头，把聂赫留朵夫领进他那陈设庄重的办公室。“请抽烟，”律师说着在聂赫留朵夫对面坐下，竭力忍住因刚才那桩得意的买卖而浮起的笑容。
“谢谢，我是为玛丝洛娃的案子来的。”
“好，好，我们这就来研究。哼，那些财主都是骗子手！”他说。“您看到刚才那个家伙吗？他有一千二百万家财。可他还说什么‘上天无门哪’。哼，只要能从您身上捞到一张二十五卢布钞票，他就是用牙也要把它咬到手。”
“他说‘上天无门’，你就说‘二十五卢布钞票’，”聂赫留朵夫想，对这个肆无忌惮的人感到按捺不住的憎恶。律师说话的腔调想表示他同他聂赫留朵夫是同一个圈子里的人，而那些委托他办案的和其他的人则属于另一个圈子，和他们截然不同。
“嘿，他把我折磨得够苦的了，这混蛋！我真想散散心哪，”律师说，仿佛在为他没有立刻谈正经事辩护。“好吧，现在来谈谈您的案子……我已经仔细查阅了案卷，可是就象屠格涅夫说的那样，‘它的内容我不赞成’①，那个该死的律师糟透了，没有给上诉留下任何余地。”
“那您决定怎么办？”
“等一下。告诉他，”律师转身对进来前助手说，“我怎么说，就怎么办；他认为行，很好；他认为不行，就拉倒。”
“可他不同意。”
“哼，那就拉倒，”律师说。他的脸色顿时由快乐和善变得阴郁愤怒了。
“有人说，律师都是白拿人家的钱的，”他恢复原来的快乐神色，说，“前不久有个破产的债务人遭到诬告，我救了他。如今大家都纷纷找上门来。但每办一个案子我都得费不少心血。有位作家说，把自己身上的一块肉留在墨水缸里②，这话对我们也适用。好吧，现在来谈谈您的案子，或者说，您感兴趣的那个案子吧，”他继续说，“情况很糟，没有充足的上诉理由，但试一试还是可以的。您看，我写了这样一个状子。”
他拿起一张写满字的纸，跳过那些枯燥乏味的套话，振振有词地念着正文：
“谨呈刑事案上诉部，等等，等等。上诉事由，等等，等等。该案经某某等裁决，等等，玛丝洛娃犯用毒药毒死商人斯梅里科夫罪，根据刑法第一四五四条，等等，判处该犯服苦役，等等。”
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①引自屠格涅夫中篇小说《多余人日记》。
②这话其实就是托尔斯泰自己说的。
他念到这里停住了。显而易见，他虽然长年累月惯于办案，但此刻还是津津有味地念着自己写的状子。
“‘此项判决是由严重破坏诉讼程序与错误造成的，’”他振振有词地继续念道，“‘理应予以撤销。第一，在开庭审讯时，斯梅里科夫内脏检查报告刚开始宣读，就为庭长所阻止。’
这是一。”
“不过，您也知道，这是公诉人要求宣读的呀，”聂赫留朵夫惊奇地说。
“那没有关系，辩护人也有理由要求宣读的。”
“不过，说实在的，宣读毫无必要。”
“但这毕竟是个上诉理由哇。再有：‘第二，玛丝洛娃的辩护人，’”律师继续念下去，“‘在发言时有意说明玛丝洛娃的人品，因此涉及到她堕落的内在原因，却为庭长所阻挠，理由是辩护人这些话同案情没有直接关系。然根据枢密院多次指示，在刑事案件中，被告品德和精神面目关系至为重大，至少有利于裁定罪责。’这是二，”他瞅了一眼聂赫留朵夫，说。
“那家伙当时讲得很糟，简直叫人摸不着头绪，”聂赫留朵夫感到越发惊奇，说。
“那小子很笨，当然说不出什么有道理的话来，”法纳林笑着说，“但仍不失为一个理由。好吧，下面还有。‘第三，庭长在总结时完全违反《刑事诉讼法》第八○一条第一款，没有向陪审员们解释，犯罪的概念是根据什么法律因素构成的，也没有向他们说明，即使他们裁定玛丝洛娃对斯梅里科夫下毒事实确凿，也无权根据她并非蓄意谋害而认为她有罪，因此也不能裁定她犯有刑事罪，而只是由于一种过失，一种疏忽，使商人出乎玛丝洛娃的意料死于非命。’这一点是主要的。”
“这一点我们自己也应该懂得。这是我们的过错。”
“‘最后，第四，’”律师继续念道，“‘陪审员们对法庭所提出的玛丝洛娃犯罪问题的答复，在形式上显然是矛盾的。玛丝洛娃被控蓄意毒死斯梅里科夫，目的是谋财，因此她杀人的唯一动机是谋财。然而陪审员们在答复中否定玛丝洛娃有掠夺钱财和参与盗窃贵重财物的目的，由此可见他们本来就要否定被告有谋害性命的意图，仅由于庭长总结不完善而引起误解，致使陪审员们在答复中没有用适当方式表明，因此对陪审员们的答复，绝对须援引《刑事诉讼法》第八一六和八○八条，即庭长应当向陪审员们解释他们所犯的错误，退回答复，责成他们重新协商，就被告犯罪问题作出新的答复，’”法纳林读到这里停下来。
“那么庭长究竟为什么不这样做？”
“我也很想知道为什么呢，”法纳林笑着说。
“那么，枢密院会纠正这个错误吗？”
“这要看到时候审理这个案子的是哪些老废物了。”
“怎么是老废物呢？”
“就是养老院里的老废物哇。嗯，就是这么一回事。接下去是这样的：‘这样的裁决使法庭无权判定玛丝洛娃刑事处分。对她引用《刑事诉讼法》第七七一条第三款，显然是严重破坏我国刑事诉讼的基本原则的。基于上述理由，谨呈请某某、某某根据《刑事诉讼法》第九○九条、第九一○条、第九一二条第二款和第九二八条等等，等等，撤销原判，并将本案移交该法院另组法庭，重新审理。’就是这样。凡是能做的，都已经做了。不过恕我直说，成功的希望是很小的。但话要说回来，关键在于枢密院里审理这个案子的是哪些人。要是有熟人，您可以去奔走奔走。”
“我认得一些人。”
“那可得抓紧，要不他们都出去医治痔疮，就得等上三个月了……嗯，万一不成功，还可以向皇上告御状。这也要靠幕后活动。这方面我也愿意为您效劳，不是指幕后活动，是指写状子。”
“谢谢您，那么您的酬劳……”
“我的助手会给您一份誊清的状子，他会告诉您的。”
“我还有一件事要向您请教。检察官给了我一张到监狱探望这人的许可证，可是监狱官员对我说，要在规定日期和地点以外探监，还得经省长批准。真的需要这个手续吗？”
“我想是的。不过现在省长不在，由副省长管事。可他是个十足的笨蛋，您找他是什么事也办不成的。”
“您是说马斯连尼科夫吗？”
“是的。”
“我认识他，”聂赫留朵夫说着站起来，准备告辞。
这当儿，一个又黄又瘦、生着狮子鼻、奇丑无比的矮小女人快步闯进房间里来。她就是律师的妻子。她对自己的丑陋显然毫不在意，不仅打扮得与众不同，十分古怪——身上的衣服又是丝绒又是绸缎，颜色鹅黄加上碧绿，——而且她那头稀疏的头发也卷过了。她得意扬扬地闯进接待室。和她同来的是一个高个子男人，脸色如土，满面笑容，身穿缎子翻领的礼服，系一条白领带。这是个作家，聂赫留朵夫认得他。
“阿纳托里，”她推开门说，“你来。你看，谢苗·伊凡内奇答应给我们朗诵他的诗，你可得念念迦尔洵①的作品。”
聂赫留朵夫刚要走，可是律师的妻子同丈夫咬了个耳朵，立刻转过身来对他说话。
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①迦尔洵（1855—1888）——俄国作家。
“对不起，公爵，我认得您，我想不用介绍了。我们有个文学晨会，请您光临指教。那会挺有意思。阿纳托里朗诵得好极了。”
“您瞧，我有多少杂差呀！”阿纳托里说。他摊开两手，笑嘻嘻地指指妻子，表示无法抗拒这样一位尤物的命令。
聂赫留朵夫脸色忧郁而严肃，彬彬有礼地向律师太太感谢她的盛情邀请，但因无暇不能参加，接着就走进接待室。
“好一个装腔作势的家伙！”他走后，律师太太这样说他。
在接待室里，律师助手交给聂赫留朵夫一份抄好的状子。谈到报酬问题，他说阿纳托里·彼得罗维奇定了一千卢布，并且解释说他本来不接受这类案件，这次是看在聂赫留朵夫面上才办的。
“这个状子该怎样签署，由谁出面？”聂赫留朵夫问。
“可以由被告自己出面，但要是有困难，那么阿纳托里·彼得罗维奇也可以接受她的委托，由他出面。”
“不，我去一趟，叫她自己签个名，”聂赫留朵夫说，因为能有机会在预定日期之前见到玛丝洛娃而感到高兴。
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A PRISON FLOGGING.
At the usual time the jailer's whistle sounded in the corridors of the prison, the iron doors of the cells rattled, bare feet pattered, heels clattered, and the prisoners who acted as scavengers passed along the corridors, filling the air with disgusting smells. The prisoners washed, dressed, and came out for revision, then went to get boiling water for their tea.
The conversation at breakfast in all the cells was very lively. It was all about two prisoners who were to be flogged that day. One, Vasiliev, was a young man of some education, a clerk, who had killed his mistress in a fit of jealousy. His fellow-prisoners liked him because he was merry and generous and firm in his behaviour with the prison authorities. He knew the laws and insisted on their being carried out. Therefore he was disliked by the authorities. Three weeks before a jailer struck one of the scavengers who had spilt some soup over his new uniform. Vasiliev took the part of the scavenger, saying that it was not lawful to strike a prisoner.
"I'll teach you the law," said the jailer, and gave Vasiliev a scolding. Vasiliev replied in like manner, and the jailer was going to hit him, but Vasiliev seized the jailer's hands, held them fast for about three minutes, and, after giving the hands a twist, pushed the jailer out of the door. The jailer complained to the inspector, who ordered Vasiliev to be put into a solitary cell.
The solitary cells were a row of dark closets, locked from outside, and there were neither beds, nor chairs, nor tables in them, so that the inmates had to sit or lie on the dirty floor, while the rats, of which there were a great many in those cells, ran across them. The rats were so bold that they stole the bread from the prisoners, and even attacked them if they stopped moving. Vasiliev said he would not go into the solitary cell, because he had not done anything wrong; but they used force. Then he began struggling, and two other prisoners helped him to free himself from the jailers. All the jailers assembled, and among them was Petrov, who was distinguished for his strength. The prisoners got thrown down and pushed into the solitary cells.
The governor was immediately informed that something very like a rebellion had taken place. And he sent back an order to flog the two chief offenders, Vasiliev and the tramp, Nepomnishy, giving each thirty strokes with a birch rod. The flogging was appointed to take place in the women's interviewing-room.
All this was known in the prison since the evening, and it was being talked about with animation in all the cells.
Korableva, Khoroshevka, Theodosia, and Maslova sat together in their corner, drinking tea, all of them flushed and animated by the vodka they had drunk, for Maslova, who now had a constant supply of vodka, freely treated her companions to it.
"He's not been a-rioting, or anything," Korableva said, referring to Vasiliev, as she bit tiny pieces off a lump of sugar with her strong teeth. "He only stuck up for a chum, because it's not lawful to strike prisoners nowadays."
"And he's a fine fellow, I've heard say," said Theodosia, who sat bareheaded, with her long plaits round her head, on a log of wood opposite the shelf bedstead on which the teapot stood.
"There, now, if you were to ask _him_," the watchman's wife said to Maslova (by him she meant Nekhludoff).
"I shall tell him. He'll do anything for me," Maslova said, tossing her head, and smiling.
"Yes, but when is he coming? and they've already gone to fetch them," said Theodosia. "It is terrible," she added, with a sigh.
"I once did see how they flogged a peasant in the village. Father-in-law, he sent me once to the village elder. Well, I went, and there" . . . The watchman's wife began her long story, which was interrupted by the sound of voices and steps in the corridor above them.
The women were silent, and sat listening.
"There they are, hauling him along, the devils!" Khoroshavka said. "They'll do him to death, they will. The jailers are so enraged with him because he never would give in to them."
All was quiet again upstairs, and the watchman's wife finished her story of how she was that frightened when she went into the barn and saw them flogging a peasant, her inside turned at the sight, and so on. Khoroshevka related how Schegloff had been flogged, and never uttered a sound. Then Theodosia put away the tea things, and Korableva and the watchman's wife took up their sewing. Maslova sat down on the bedstead, with her arms round her knees, dull and depressed. She was about to lie down and try to sleep, when the woman warder called her into the office to see a visitor.
"Now, mind, and don't forget to tell him about us," the old woman (Menshova) said, while Maslova was arranging the kerchief on her head before the dim looking-glass. "We did not set fire to the house, but he himself, the fiend, did it; his workman saw him do it, and will not damn his soul by denying it. You just tell to ask to see my Mitri. Mitri will tell him all about it, as plain as can be. Just think of our being locked up in prison when we never dreamt of any ill, while he, the fiend, is enjoying himself at the pub, with another man's wife."
"That's not the law," remarked Korableva.
"I'll tell him--I'll tell him," answered Maslova. "Suppose I have another drop, just to keep up courage," she added, with a wink; and Korableva poured out half a cup of vodka, which Maslova drank. Then, having wiped her mouth and repeating the words "just to keep up courage," tossing her head and smiling gaily, she followed the warder along the corridor.
监狱看守到了规定时间在走廊里吹响哨子。铁锁和铁门哐啷啷地响着，走廊门和牢房门纷纷打开，光脚板和棉鞋后跟发出啪哒啪哒和咯噔咯噔的响声。倒便桶的男犯在走廊里来回忙碌，弄得空气里充满恶臭。男犯女犯都在洗脸，穿衣，然后到走廊里点名，点完名就去打开水冲茶。
今天喝茶的时候，各个牢房里群情愤激，纷纷谈论着一件事，就是有两个男犯今天将受笞刑。这两个男犯中有一个是年轻的店员瓦西里耶夫。他很有文化，由于醋劲发作而杀死了自己的情妇。同监犯人都很喜欢他，因为他乐观、慷慨，对长官态度强硬。他懂得法律，要求依法办事。长官因此不喜欢他。三星期前，有个看守殴打倒便桶的男犯，因为那个男犯把粪汁溅到他的新制服上。瓦西里耶夫为那个犯人抱不平，说没有一条法律允许殴打犯人。“我要让你瞧瞧什么叫法律！”看守说，把瓦西里耶夫臭骂了一顿。瓦西里耶夫就回敬他。看守想动手打他，瓦西里耶夫就抓住他的手，紧紧捏了三分钟光景，然后拧着他的手叫他转过身，一下子把他推到门外。看守告到上边，典狱长下令把瓦匹里耶夫关进单身牢房。
单身牢房是一排黑暗的仓房，外面上了锁。这种牢房又黑又冷，没有床，没有桌椅，关在里面的人只能在肮脏的泥地上坐着或者躺着，听任老鼠在身边或者身上跑来跑去，而那里的老鼠又特别多特别大胆，因此在黑暗中连一块面包都无法保存。老鼠常常从囚犯手里抢面包吃，要是囚犯一动不动，它们就会咬他们的身体。瓦西里耶夫不肯蹲单身牢房，因为他没有罪。几个看守硬把他拉去。他拚命挣扎，另外两个男犯帮他从看守手里挣脱身子。看守们都跑拢来，其中有个叫彼得罗夫的，以力气大出名。犯人们敌不过，一个个被推进单身牢房。省长立刻得到报告，说发生了一件类似暴动的事。监狱里接到一纸公文，命令对两个主犯，瓦西里耶夫和流浪汉聂波姆尼亚西，各用树条抽打三十下。
这项刑罚将在女监探望室里执行。
这事昨天傍晚全体囚犯就都听说了，因此各个牢房里的犯人便都纷纷谈论着即将执行的刑罚。
柯拉勃列娃、俏娘们、费多霞和玛丝洛娃坐在她们那个角落里，已经喝过伏特加，个个脸色通红，精神振奋。现在玛丝洛娃手头经常有酒，她总是大方地请伙伴们一起喝。此刻她们正在喝茶，也在谈论这事。
“难道是他闹事还是怎么的？”柯拉勃列娃说到瓦西里耶夫，同时用她坚固的牙齿一小块一小块地咬着糖。“他只是替同伴打抱不平罢了。如今谁也不兴打人哪。”
“听说这人挺好，”费多霞插嘴说，她抱着两条长辫子，没有扎头巾，坐在板铺对面一块劈柴上。板铺上放着一把茶壶。
“我说，这件事得告诉他，玛丝洛娃大姐，”道口工说，这里的他是指聂赫留朵夫。
“我会对他说的。他为了我什么事都肯做，”玛丝洛娃笑吟吟地把头一晃，回答说。
“可就是不知道他几时来。据说马上要去收拾他们了，”费多霞说。“可不得了！”她叹了一口气，又说。
“我有一次看见乡公所里揍一个庄稼汉。那天我公公打发我去找乡长，我一到那里，抬头一看，他呀……”道口工就讲出一个很长的故事来。
道口工故事讲到一半，就被楼上走廊里的说话声和脚步声打断了。
女人们安静下来，留心听着。
“他们来抓人了，那些魔鬼，”俏娘们说。“这下子会把他活活打死的。那些看守可把他恨透了，因为他总是不肯向他们低头。”
楼上的响声又沉寂了。道口工继续讲她的故事，讲到他们在乡公所仓房里怎样毒打那个庄稼汉，吓得她魂不附体。俏娘们却说，谢格洛夫挨过鞭子，可是他一声不吭。随后费多霞把茶具收掉，柯拉勃列娃和道口工动手做针线活，玛丝洛娃则抱住双膝，坐在板铺上，感到十分无聊。她刚想躺下睡觉，女看守就跑过来叫她，说有人探望，要她到办公室去。
“你一定要把我们的事告诉他，”玛丝洛娃正对着水银一半剥落的镜子整理头巾，明肖娃老婆子对她说，“不是我们放了火，是那个坏蛋自己放的。有个工人也看见了，他不会昧着良心乱说的。你对他说，让他把米特里叫来。米特里会原原本本把这事讲给他听的。要不然也太不象话了，我们平白无故被关在牢里，可那个坏蛋却霸占人家的老婆，在酒店里吃喝玩乐。”
“真是无法无天！”柯拉勃列娃肯定地说。
“我去说，我一定去对他说，”玛丝洛娃回答。“要不，再喝一点壮壮胆也好，”她挤挤眼，补充说。[font=����, '�� Arial', Helvetica, sans-serif]柯拉勃列娃给她倒了半杯酒。玛丝洛娃一饮而尽，擦擦嘴，兴高采烈地又说了一遍“壮壮胆也好”，然后摇摇头，笑嘻嘻地跟着女看守沿长廊走去。


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NEKHLUDOFF AGAIN VISITS MASLOVA.
Nekhludoff had to wait in the hall for a long time. When he had arrived at the prison and rung at the entrance door, he handed the permission of the Procureur to the jailer on duty who met him.
"No, no," the jailer on duty said hurriedly, "the inspector is engaged."
"In the office?" asked Nekhludoff.
"No, here in the interviewing-room.".
"Why, is it a visiting day to-day?"
"No; it's special business."
"I should like to see him. What am I to do?" said Nekhludoff.
"When the inspector comes out you'll tell him--wait a bit," said the jailer.
At this moment a sergeant-major, with a smooth, shiny face and moustaches impregnated with tobacco smoke, came out of a side door, with the gold cords of his uniform glistening, and addressed the jailer in a severe tone.
"What do you mean by letting any one in here? The office. . . ."
"I was told the inspector was here," said Nekhludoff, surprised at the agitation he noticed in the sergeant-major's manner.
At this moment the inner door opened, and Petrov came out, heated and perspiring.
"He'll remember it," he muttered, turning to the sergeant major. The latter pointed at Nekhludoff by a look, and Petrov knitted his brows and went out through a door at the back.
"Who will remember it? Why do they all seem so confused? Why did the sergeant-major make a sign to him?" Nekhludoff thought.
The sergeant-major, again addressing Nekhludoff, said: "You cannot meet here; please step across to the office." And Nekhludoff was about to comply when the inspector came out of the door at the back, looking even more confused than his subordinates, and sighing continually. When he saw Nekhludoff he turned to the jailer.
"Fedotoff, have Maslova, cell 5, women's ward, taken to the office."
"Will you come this way, please," he said, turning to Nekhludoff. They ascended a steep staircase and entered a little room with one window, a writing-table, and a few chairs in it. The inspector sat down.
"Mine are heavy, heavy duties," he remarked, again addressing Nekhludoff, and took out a cigarette.
"You are tired, evidently," said Nekhludoff.
"Tired of the whole of the service--the duties are very trying. One tries to lighten their lot and only makes it worse; my only thought is how to get away. Heavy, heavy duties!"
Nekhludoff did not know what the inspector's particular difficulties were, but he saw that to-day he was in a peculiarly dejected and hopeless condition, calling for pity.
"Yes, I should think the duties were heavy for a kind-hearted man," he said. "Why do you serve in this capacity?"
"I have a family."
"But, if it is so hard--"
"Well, still you know it is possible to be of use in some measure; I soften down all I can. Another in my place would conduct the affairs quite differently. Why, we have more than 2,000 persons here. And what persons! One must know how to manage them. It is easier said than done, you know. After all, they are also men; one cannot help pitying them." The inspector began telling Nekhludoff of a fight that had lately taken place among the convicts, which had ended by one man being killed.
The story was interrupted by the entrance of Maslova, who was accompanied by a jailer.
Nekhludoff saw her through the doorway before she had noticed the inspector. She was following the warder briskly, smiling and tossing her head. When she saw the inspector she suddenly changed, and gazed at him with a frightened look; but, quickly recovering, she addressed Nekhludoff boldly and gaily.
"How d'you do?" she said, drawling out her words, and Resurrection smilingly took his hand and shook it vigorously, not like the first time.
"Here, I've brought you a petition to sign," said Nekhludoff, rather surprised by the boldness with which she greeted him to-day.
"The advocate has written out a petition which you will have to sign, and then we shall send it to Petersburg."
"All right! That can be done. Anything you like," she said, with a wink and a smile.
And Nekhludoff drew a folded paper from his pocket and went up to the table.
"May she sign it here?" asked Nekhludoff, turning to the inspector.
"It's all right, it's all right! Sit down. Here's a pen; you can write?" said the inspector.
"I could at one time," she said; and, after arranging her skirt and the sleeves of her jacket, she sat down at the table, smiled awkwardly, took the pen with her small, energetic hand, and glanced at Nekhludoff with a laugh.
Nekhludoff told her what to write and pointed out the place where to sign.
Sighing deeply as she dipped her pen into the ink, and carefully shaking some drops off the pen, she wrote her name.
"Is it all?" she asked, looking from Nekhludoff to the inspector, and putting the pen now on the inkstand, now on the papers.
"I have a few words to tell you," Nekhludoff said, taking the pen from her.
"All right; tell me," she said. And suddenly, as if remembering something, or feeling sleepy, she grew serious.
The inspector rose and left the room, and Nekhludoff remained with her.
聂赫留朵夫在监狱的门廊里已等了好久。
他来到监狱，在大门口打了打铃，然后把检察官的许可证交给值班的看守。
“您要找谁？”
“探望女犯玛丝洛娃。”
“现在不行。典狱长正忙着呢。”
“他在办公室里吗？”聂赫留朵夫问。
“不，他在这里，在探望室里，”看守回答，聂赫留朵夫觉得他的神色有点慌张。
“难道今天是探监的日子吗？”
“不，今天有一件特殊的事，”他说。
“怎么才能见到他呢？”
“回头他出来，您自己对他说吧。您先等一会儿。”
这时，司务长从边门出来。他穿一身丝绦亮闪闪的制服，容光焕发，小胡子上满是烟草味，厉声对看守说：
“怎么把人带到这儿来？……带到办公室去……”
“他们对我说，典狱长在这儿，”聂赫留朵夫说，看到司务长也有点紧张，不禁感到纳闷。
这时候，里边一扇门开了，彼得罗夫神情激动，满头大汗，走了出来。
“这下子他会记住了，”他转身对司务长说。
司务长向他使了个眼色，意思是说聂赫留朵夫在这儿，彼得罗夫就不再作声，皱起眉头，从后门走掉了。
“谁会记住？为什么他们都这样慌慌张张？为什么司务长对他使了个眼色？”聂赫留朵夫心里琢磨着。
“不能在这儿等，您请到办公室去吧，”司务长又对聂赫留朵夫说。聂赫留朵夫刚要出去，典狱长正好从后门进来，神色比他的部下更加慌张。他不住叹气，一看见聂赫留朵夫，就转身对看守说：
“费陀托夫，把五号女牢的玛丝洛娃带到办公室去。”
“您请到这里来，”他对聂赫留朵夫说。他们沿着陡峭的楼梯走到一个小房间里，里面只有一扇窗，放着一张写字台和几把椅子。典狱长坐下来。
“这差使真苦，真苦，”他对聂赫留朵夫说，掏出一支很粗的香烟来。
“您看样子累了，”聂赫留朵夫说。
“这差使我干腻了，实在太痛苦了。我想减轻些他们的苦难，结果反而更糟。我真想早点离开，这差使真苦，真苦哇。”
聂赫留朵夫不知道什么事使典狱长感到特别苦，但他看出典狱长今天情绪非常沮丧，惹人怜悯。
“是的，我看您是很苦的，”他说。“可您何必担任这种差使呢？”
“我没有财产，可是得养家活口。”
“您既然觉得苦……”
“嗯，老实跟您说，我还是尽我的力做些好事，来减轻他们的痛苦。要是换了别人，决不会这么办的。您看，这儿有两千多人，都是些什么样的人，真是谈何容易！得懂得怎么对付他们。他们也是人，也惹人可怜。可又不能放纵他们。”
典狱长讲起不久前发生过的一件事。几个男犯打架，结果弄出人命来了。
这当儿，看守领着玛丝洛娃进来，把他的话打断了。
玛丝洛娃走到门口，还没有看见典狱长，聂赫留朵夫却看见她了。她脸色红红的，精神抖擞地跟着看守走来，摇头晃脑，不住地微笑着。她一看见典狱长，脸上现出惊惶的神色盯住他，但立刻镇定下来，大胆而快乐地向聂赫留朵夫打招呼。
“您好！”她拖长声音说，脸上挂着微笑，使劲握了握他的手，这跟上次大不一样。
“喏，我给您带来了状子，您来签个字，”聂赫留朵夫说，对她今天见到他时表现出来的那副活泼样子，感到有点奇怪。
“律师写了个状子，您签个字，我们就把它送到彼得堡去。”
“行，签个字也行。干什么都行，”她眯缝着一只眼睛，笑嘻嘻地说。
聂赫留朵夫从口袋里掏出一张折拢的纸，走到桌子旁边。
“可以在这里签字吗？”聂赫留朵夫问典狱长。
“你到这儿来，坐下，”典狱长说，“给你笔。你识字吗？”
“以前识过，”她说，微笑着理理裙子和上衣袖子，坐到桌子旁边，用她有力的小手笨拙地握住笔，笑起来，又瞟了聂赫留朵夫一眼。
他指点她该怎么签，签在什么地方。
她拿起笔，用心在墨水缸里蘸了蘸，抖掉一滴墨水，写上自己的名字。
“没有别的事了？”她问，忽而望望聂赫留朵夫，忽而望望典狱长，随后把笔插在墨水缸里，接着又放在纸上。
“我有些话要跟您说，”聂赫留朵夫接过她手里的笔，说。
“好，您说吧，”她说，忽然象是想起了什么心事或者想睡觉，脸色变得严肃了。
典狱长站起来，走了出去，屋子里剩下聂赫留朵夫和玛丝洛娃两个人。
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MASLOVA REFUSES TO MARRY.
The jailer who had brought Maslova in sat on a windowsill at some distance from them.
The decisive moment had come for Nekhludoff. He had been incessantly blaming himself for not having told her the principal thing at the first interview, and was now determined to tell her that he would marry her. She was sitting at the further side of the table. Nekhludoff sat down opposite her. It was light in the room, and Nekhludoff for the first time saw her face quite near. He distinctly saw the crowsfeet round her eyes, the wrinkles round her mouth, and the swollen eyelids. He felt more sorry than before. Leaning over the table so as not to be beard by the jailer--a man of Jewish type with grizzly whiskers, who sat by the window--Nekhludoff said:
"Should this petition come to nothing we shall appeal to the Emperor. All that is possible shall be done."
"There, now, if we had had a proper advocate from the first," she interrupted. "My defendant was quite a silly. He did nothing but pay me compliments," she said, and laughed. "If it had then been known that I was acquainted with you, it would have been another matter. They think every one's a thief."
"How strange she is to-day," Nekhludoff thought, and was just going to say what he had on his mind when she began again:
"There's something I want to say. We have here an old woman; such a fine one, d'you know, she just surprises every one; she is imprisoned for nothing, and her son, too, and everybody knows they are innocent, though they are accused of having set fire to a house. D'you know, hearing I was acquainted with you, she says: 'Tell him to ask to see my son; he'll tell him all about it."' Thus spoke Maslova, turning her head from side to side, and glancing at Nekhludoff. "Their name's Menshoff. Well, will you do it? Such a fine old thing, you know; you can see at once she's innocent. You'll do it, there's a dear," and she smiled, glanced up at him, and then cast down her eyes.
"All right. I'll find out about them," Nekhludoff said, more and more astonished by her free-and-easy manner. "But I was going to speak to you about myself. Do you remember what I told you last time?"
"You said a lot last time. What was it you told me?" she said, continuing to smile and to turn her head from side to side.
"I said I had come to ask you to forgive me," he began.
"What's the use of that? Forgive, forgive, where's the good of--"
"To atone for my sin, not by mere words, but in deed. I have made up my mind to marry you."
An expression of fear suddenly came over her face. Her squinting eyes remained fixed on him, and yet seemed not to be looking at him.
"What's that for?" she said, with an angry frown.
"I feel that it is my duty before God to do it."
"What God have you found now? You are not saying what you ought to. God, indeed! What God? You ought to have remembered God then," she said, and stopped with her mouth open. It was only now that Nekhludoff noticed that her breath smelled of spirits, and that he understood the cause of her excitement.
"Try and be calm," he said.
"Why should I be calm?" she began, quickly, flushing scarlet. "I am a convict, and you are a gentleman and a prince. There's no need for you to soil yourself by touching me. You go to your princesses; my price is a ten-rouble note."
"However cruelly you may speak, you cannot express what I myself am feeling," he said, trembling all over; "you cannot imagine to what extent I feel myself guilty towards you."
"Feel yourself guilty?" she said, angrily mimicking him. "You did not feel so then, but threw me 100 roubles. That's your price."
"I know, I know; but what is to be done now?" said Nekhludoff. "I have decided not to leave you, and what I have said I shall do."
"And I say you sha'n't," she said, and laughed aloud.
"Katusha" he said, touching her hand.
"You go away. I am a convict and you a prince, and you've no business here," she cried, pulling away her hand, her whole appearance transformed by her wrath. "You've got pleasure out of me in this life, and want to save yourself through me in the life to come. You are disgusting to me--your spectacles and the whole of your dirty fat mug. Go, go!" she screamed, starting to her feet.
The jailer came up to them.
"What are you kicking up this row for?' That won't--"
"Let her alone, please," said Nekhludoff.
"She must not forget herself," said the jailer. "Please wait a little," said Nekhludoff, and the jailer returned to the window.
Maslova sat down again, dropping her eyes and firmly clasping her small hands.
Nekhludoff stooped over her, not knowing what to do.
"You do not believe me?" he said.
"That you mean to marry me? It will never be. I'll rather hang myself. So there!"
"Well, still I shall go on serving you."
"That's your affair, only I don't want anything from you. I am telling you the plain truth," she said. "Oh, why did I not die then?" she added, and began to cry piteously.
Nekhludoff could not speak; her tears infected him.
She lifted her eyes, looked at him in surprise, and began to wipe her tears with her kerchief.
The jailer came up again and reminded them that it was time to part.
Maslova rose.
"You are excited. If it is possible, I shall come again tomorrow; you think it over," said Nekhludoff.
She gave him no answer and, without looking up, followed the jailer out of the room.
"Well, lass, you'll have rare times now," Korableva said, when Maslova returned to the cell. "Seems he's mighty sweet on you; make the most of it while he's after you. He'll help you out. Rich people can do anything."
"Yes, that's so," remarked the watchman's wife, with her musical voice. "When a poor man thinks of getting married, there's many a slip 'twixt the cup and the lip; but a rich man need only make up his mind and it's done. We knew a toff like that duckie. What d'you think he did?"
"Well, have you spoken about my affairs?" the old woman asked.
But Maslova gave her fellow-prisoners no answer; she lay down on the shelf bedstead, her squinting eyes fixed on a corner of the room, and lay there until the evening.
A painful struggle went on in her soul. What Nekhludoff had told her called up the memory of that world in which she had suffered and which she had left without having understood, hating it. She now feared to wake from the trance in which she was living. Not having arrived at any conclusion when evening came, she again bought some vodka and drank with her companions.
带玛丝洛娃来的看守在离桌子稍远的窗台上坐下。对聂赫留朵夫来说，决定命运的时刻到了。他不断责备自己，上次见面没有说出主要的话，就是他打算跟她结婚。现在他下定决心要把这话说出来。玛丝洛娃坐在桌子一边，聂赫留朵夫坐在她对面。屋子里光线很亮，聂赫留朵夫第一次在近距离看清她的脸：眼睛边上有鱼尾纹，嘴唇周围也有皱纹，眼皮浮肿。他见了越发怜悯她了。
他把臂肘搁在桌上，身子凑近她。这样说话就不会让那个坐在窗台上、络腮胡子花白、脸型象犹太人的看守听见，而只让她一个人听见。他说：
“要是这个状子不管用，那就去告御状。凡是办得到的事，我们都要去办。”
“唉，要是当初有个好律师就好了……”她打断他的话说。
“我那个辩护人是个十足的笨蛋。他老是对我说肉麻话，”她说着笑了。“要是当初人家知道我跟您认识，情况就会大不相同了。可现在呢？他们总是把人家都看成小偷。”
“她今天好怪，”聂赫留朵夫想，刚要说出他的心事，却又被她抢在前头了。
“我还有一件事要跟您说。我们那儿有个老婆子，人品挺好。说实在的，大家都弄不懂是怎么搞的，这样一个顶刮刮的老婆子，竟然也叫她坐牢，不但她坐牢，连她儿子也一起坐牢。大家都知道他们没犯罪，可是有人控告他们放火，他们就坐了牢。她呀，说实在的，知道我跟您认识，”玛丝洛娃一面说，一面转动脑袋，不时瞟聂赫留朵夫一眼，“她就说：‘你跟他说一声，让他把我儿子叫出来，我儿子会原原本本讲给他听的。’那老婆子叫明肖娃。怎么样，您能办一办吗？说实在的，她真是个顶刮刮的老婆子，分明是受了冤枉。好人儿，您就给她帮个忙吧，”玛丝洛娃说，对他瞧瞧，又垂下眼睛笑笑。
“好的，我来办，我先去了解一下，”聂赫留朵夫说，对她的态度那么随便，越来越感到惊奇。“但我自己有事要跟您谈谈。您还记得我那次对您说的话吗？”他说。
“您说了好多话。上次您说了些什么呀？”玛丝洛娃一面说，一面不停地微笑，脑袋一会儿转到这边，一会儿转到那边。
“我说过，我来是为了求您的饶恕，”聂赫留朵夫说。
“嘿，何必呢，老是饶恕饶恕的，用不着来那一套……您最好还是……”
“我说过我要赎我的罪，”聂赫留朵夫继续说，“不是嘴上说说，我要拿出实际行动来。我决定跟您结婚。”
玛丝洛娃脸上顿时现出恐惧的神色。她那双斜睨的眼睛发呆了，又象在瞧他，又象不在瞧他。
“这又是为什么呀？”玛丝洛娃愤愤地皱起眉头说。
“我觉得我应该在上帝面前这样做。”
“怎么又弄出个上帝来了？您说的话总是不对头。上帝？什么上帝？咳，当初您要是记得上帝就好了，”她说了这些话，又张开嘴，但没有再说下去。
聂赫留朵夫这时闻到她嘴里有一股强烈的酒味，才明白她激动的原因。
“您安静点儿，”他说。
“我可用不着安静。你以为我醉了吗？我是有点儿醉，但我明白我在说什么，”玛丝洛娃突然急急地说，脸涨得通红，“我是个苦役犯，是个……您是老爷，是公爵，你不用来跟我惹麻烦，免得辱没你的身分。还是找你那些公爵小姐去吧，我的价钱是一张红票子。”
“不管你说得怎样尖刻，也说不出我心里是什么滋味，”聂赫留朵夫浑身哆嗦，低声说，“你不会懂得，我觉得我对你犯了多大的罪！……”
“‘我觉得犯了多大的罪……’”玛丝洛娃恶狠狠地学着他的腔调说。“当初你并没有感觉到，却塞给我一百卢布。瞧，这就是你出的价钱……”
“我知道，我知道，可如今我该怎么办呢？”聂赫留朵夫说。
“如今我决定再也不离开你了，”他重复说，“我说到一定做到。”
“可我敢说，你做不到！”玛丝洛娃说着，大声笑起来。
“卡秋莎！”聂赫留朵夫一面说，一面摸摸她的手。
“你给我走开！我是个苦役犯，你是位公爵，你到这儿来干什么？”她尖声叫道，气得脸都变色了，从他的手里抽出手来。“你想利用我来拯救你自己，”玛丝洛娃继续说，急不及待地把一肚子怨气都发泄出来。“你今世利用我作乐，来世还想利用我来拯救你自己！我讨厌你，讨厌你那副眼镜，讨厌你这个又肥又丑的嘴脸。走，你给我走！”她霍地站起来，嚷道。
看守走到他们跟前。
“你闹什么！怎么可以这样……”
“您就让她去吧，”聂赫留朵夫说。
“叫她别太放肆了，”看守说。
“不，请您再等一下，”聂赫留朵夫说。
看守又走到窗子那边。
玛丝洛娃垂下眼睛，把她那双小手的手指紧紧地交叉在一起，又坐下了。
聂赫留朵夫站在她前面，不知道该怎么办才好。
“你不相信我，”他说。
“您说您想结婚，这永远办不到。我宁可上吊！这就是我要对您说的。”
“我还是要为你出力。”
“哼，那是您的事。我什么也不需要您帮忙。我对您说的是实话，”玛丝洛娃说。“唉，我当初为什么没死掉哇？”她说到这里伤心得痛哭起来。
聂赫留朵夫说不出话，玛丝洛娃的眼泪也引得他哭起来。
玛丝洛娃抬起眼睛，对他瞧了一眼，仿佛感到惊奇似的，接着用头巾擦擦脸颊上的眼泪。
这时看守又走过来，提醒他们该分手了。玛丝洛娃站起来。
“您今天有点激动。要是可能，我明天再来。您考虑考虑吧，”聂赫留朵夫说。
玛丝洛娃一句话也没有回答，也没有对他瞧一眼，就跟着看守走出去。
“嘿，姑娘，这下子你可要走运了，”玛丝洛娃回到牢房里，柯拉勃列娃就对她说。“看样子，他被你迷住了。趁他来找你，你别错过机会。他会把你救出去的。有钱人什么事都有办法。”
“这倒是真的，”道口工用唱歌一般好听的声音说。“穷人成亲夜晚也短，有钱人想什么有什么，要怎么办就准能办到。
好姑娘，我们那里就有一个体面人，他呀……”
“怎么样，我的事你提了没有？”那个老婆子问。
玛丝洛娃没有回答同伴们的话，却在板铺上躺下来。她那双斜睨的眼睛呆呆地望着墙角。她就这样一直躺到傍晚。她的内心展开了痛苦的活动。聂赫留朵夫那番话使她回到了那个她无法理解而对之满怀仇恨的世界。她在受尽了折磨后离开了那地方。现在她已经无法把往事搁在一边，浑浑噩噩地过日子，而要清醒地生活下去又实在太痛苦了。到傍晚，她就又买了些酒，跟同伴们一起痛饮起来。
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VERA DOUKHOVA.
"So this is what it means, this," thought Nekhludoff as he left the prison, only now fully understanding his crime. If he had not tried to expiate his guilt he would never have found out how great his crime was. Nor was this all; she, too, would never have felt the whole horror of what had been done to her. He only now saw what he had done to the soul of this woman; only now she saw and understood what had been done to her.
Up to this time Nekhludoff had played with a sensation of self-admiration, had admired his own remorse; now he was simply filled with horror. He knew he could not throw her up now, and yet he could not imagine what would come of their relations to one another.
Just as he was going out, a jailer, with a disagreeable, insinuating countenance, and a cross and medals on his breast, came up and handed him a note with an air of mystery.
"Here is a note from a certain person, your honour," he said to Nekhludoff as he gave him the envelope.
"What person?"
"You will know when you read it. A political prisoner. I am in that ward, so she asked me; and though it is against the rules, still feelings of humanity--" The jailer spoke in an unnatural manner.
Nekhludoff was surprised that a jailer of the ward where political prisoners were kept should pass notes inside the very prison walls, and almost within sight of every one; he did not then know that this was both a jailer and a spy. However, he took the note and read it on coming out of the prison.
The note was written in a bold hand, and ran as follows: "Having heard that you visit the prison, and are interested in the case of a criminal prisoner, the desire of seeing you arose in me. Ask for a permission to see me. I can give you a good deal of information concerning your protegee, and also our group.--Yours gratefully, VERA DOUKHOVA."
Vera Doukhova had been a school-teacher in an out-of-the-way village of the Novgorod Government, where Nekhludoff and some friends of his had once put up while bear hunting. Nekhludoff gladly and vividly recalled those old days, and his acquaintance with Doukhova. It was just before Lent, in an isolated spot, 40 miles from the railway. The hunt had been successful; two bears had been killed; and the company were having dinner before starting on their return journey, when the master of the hut where they were putting up came in to say that the deacon's daughter wanted to speak to Prince Nekhludoff. "Is she pretty?" some one asked. "None of that, please," Nekhludoff said, and rose with a serious look on his face. Wiping his mouth, and wondering what the deacon's daughter might want of him, he went into the host's private hut.
There he found a girl with a felt hat and a warm cloak on--a sinewy, ugly girl; only her eyes with their arched brows were beautiful.
"Here, miss, speak to him," said the old housewife; "this is the prince himself. I shall go out meanwhile."
"In what way can I be of service to you?" Nekhludoff asked.
"I--I--I see you are throwing away your money on such nonsense--on hunting," began the girl, in great confusion. "I know--I only want one thing--to be of use to the people, and I can do nothing because I know nothing--" Her eyes were so truthful, so kind, and her expression of resoluteness and yet bashfulness was so touching, that Nekhludoff, as it often happened to him, suddenly felt as if he were in her position, understood, and sympathised.
"What can I do, then?"
"I am a teacher, but should like to follow a course of study; and I am not allowed to do so. That is, not that I am not allowed to; they'd allow me to, but I have not got the means. Give them to me, and when I have finished the course I shall repay you. I am thinking the rich kill bears and give the peasants drink; all this is bad. Why should they not do good? I only want 80 roubles. But if you don't wish to, never mind," she added, gravely.
"On the contrary, I am very grateful to you for this opportunity. . . . I will bring it at once," said Nekhludoff.
He went out into the passage, and there met one of his comrades, who had been overhearing his conversation. Paying no heed to his chaffing, Nekhludoff got the money out of his bag and took it to her.
"Oh, please, do not thank me; it is I who should thank you," he said.
It was pleasant to remember all this now; pleasant to remember that he had nearly had a quarrel with an officer who tried to make an objectionable joke of it, and how another of his comrades had taken his part, which led to a closer friendship between them. How successful the whole of that hunting expedition had been, and how happy he had felt when returning to the railway station that night. The line of sledges, the horses in tandem, glide quickly along the narrow road that lies through the forest, now between high trees, now between low firs weighed down by the snow, caked in heavy lumps on their branches. A red light flashes in the dark, some one lights an aromatic cigarette. Joseph, a bear driver, keeps running from sledge to sledge, up to his knees in snow, and while putting things to rights he speaks about the elk which are now going about on the deep snow and gnawing the bark off the aspen trees, of the bears that are lying asleep in their deep hidden dens, and his breath comes warm through the opening in the sledge cover. All this came back to Nekhludoff's mind; but, above all, the joyous sense of health, strength, and freedom from care: the lungs breathing in the frosty air so deeply that the fur cloak is drawn tightly on his chest, the fine snow drops off the low branches on to his face, his body is warm, his face feels fresh, and his soul is free from care, self-reproach, fear, or desire. How beautiful it was. And now, O God! what torment, what trouble!
Evidently Vera Doukhova was a revolutionist and imprisoned as such. He must see her, especially as she promised to advise him how to lighten Maslova's lot.
“唉，真没想到会弄得这么糟，这么糟！”聂赫留朵夫一边想，一边走出监狱。直到现在，他才了解自己的全部罪孽。要不是他决心赎罪自新，他也不会发觉自己罪孽的深重。不仅如此，她也不会感觉到他害她害到什么地步。直到现在，这一切才暴露无遗，使人触目惊心。直到现在，他才看到他怎样摧残了这个女人的心灵；她也才懂得他怎样伤害了她。以前聂赫留朵夫一直孤芳自赏，连自己的忏悔都很得意，如今他觉得这一切简直可怕。他觉得再也不能把她抛开不管，但又无法想象他们的关系将会有怎样的结局。
聂赫留朵夫刚走到大门口，就有一个戴满奖章的看守露出一副使人讨厌的媚相，鬼鬼祟祟地递给他一封信。
“嗯，这信是一个女人写给阁下的……”他说着交给聂赫留朵夫一封信。
“哪一个女人？”
“您看了就会知道。是个女犯，政治犯。我跟他们在一起。这事是她托我办的。这种事虽然犯禁，但从人道出发……”看守不自然地说。
一个专管政治犯的看守，在监狱里几乎当着众人的面传递信件，这使聂赫留朵夫感到纳闷。他还不知道，这人又是看守又是密探。他接过信，一面走出监狱，一面看信。信是用铅笔写的，字迹老练，不用旧体字母，内容如下：
“听说您对一个刑事犯很关心，常到监狱里来看她。我很想同您见一次面。请您要求当局准许您同我见面。如果得到批准，我可以向您提供许多有关那个您替她说情的人以及我们小组的重要情况。感谢您的薇拉。”
薇拉原是诺夫哥罗德省一个偏僻乡村的女教师。有一次聂赫留朵夫跟同伴去那里猎熊。这个女教师曾要求聂赫留朵夫给她一笔钱，帮助她进高等学校念书。聂赫留朵夫给了她钱，事后就把她忘记了。现在才知道她是个政治犯，关在监狱里。她大概在监狱里听说了他的事，所以愿意替他效劳。当时一切事情都很简单，如今却变得那么复杂难弄。聂赫留朵夫生动而愉快地回忆起当时的情景，他同薇拉认识的经过。那是谢肉节之前的事，在一个离铁路线六十俄里的偏僻乡村。那次打猎很顺手，打死了两头熊。他们正在吃饭，准备动身回家。这时，他们借宿的农家主人走来说，本地教堂助祭的女儿来了，要求见一见聂赫留朵夫公爵。
“长得好看吗？”有人问。
“嗐，住口！”聂赫留朵夫板起脸说，从饭桌旁站起来，擦擦嘴，心里感到奇怪，助祭的女儿会有什么事要见他，随即走到主人屋里。
屋子里有一个姑娘，头戴毡帽，身穿皮外套，脸容消瘦，青筋毕露，相貌并不好看，只有一双眼睛和两道扬起的眉毛长得很美。
“喏，薇拉·叶夫列莫夫娜，这位就是公爵，”上了年纪的女主人说，“你跟她谈谈吧。我走了。”
“我能为您效点什么劳哇？”聂赫留朵夫说。
“我……我……您瞧，您有钱，可您把钱花在无聊的事上，花在打猎上，这我知道，”那个姑娘很难为情地说，“我只有一个希望，希望自己成为一个对人类有益的人，可是我什么也不会，因为什么也不懂。”
她的一双眼睛诚恳而善良，脸上的神色又果断又胆怯，十分动人。聂赫留朵夫不由得设身处地替她着想——他有这样的习惯，——立即懂得她的心情，很怜悯她。
“可是我能为您出什么力呢？”
“我是个教员，想进高等学校念书，可是进不去。倒不是人家下让进，人家是让我进的，可是要有钱。您借我一笔钱，等我将来毕业了还您。我想，有钱人打熊，还给庄稼人喝酒，这样不好。他们何不做点好事呢？我只要八十卢布就够了。您要是不愿意，那就算了，”她怒气冲冲地说。
“正好相反，我很感谢您给了我这样一个机会……我这就去拿来，”聂赫留朵夫说。
他走出屋子，看见他那个同伴正在门廊里偷听他们谈话。
他没有答理同伴的取笑，从皮夹子里取出钱，交给她。
“您请收下，收下，不用谢。我应该谢谢您才是。”
聂赫留朵夫此刻想起这一切，感到很高兴。他想到有个军官想拿那事当作桃色新闻取笑他，他差点儿同他吵架，另一个同事为他说话，从此他同他更加要好，又想到那次打猎很顺手很快活，那天夜里回到火车站，他心里特别高兴。双马雪橇一辆接着一辆，排成一长串，悄没声儿地在林间狭路上飞驰。两边树木，高矮不一，中间杂着积雪累累的枞树。在黑暗中，红光一闪，有人点着一支香味扑鼻的纸烟。猎人奥西普在没膝深的雪地里，从这个雪橇跑到那个雪橇，讲到麋鹿怎样徘徊在深雪地上，啃着白杨树皮，又讲到熊怎样躲在密林的洞穴里睡觉，洞口冒着嘴里吐出来的热气。
聂赫留朵夫想到这一切，想到自己当年身强力壮，无忧无虑，多么幸福。他鼓起胸膛，深深地呼吸着冰凉的空气。树枝上的积雪被马轭碰下来，撒在他脸上。他感到周身暖和，脸上凉快，心里没有忧虑，没有悔恨，没有恐惧，也没有欲望。那时是多么快乐呀！如今呢？我的天，如今一切都是多么痛苦，多么艰难哪！……
薇拉显然是个革命者，她因革命活动而坐牢。应该见见她，特别是因为她答应帮他出主意，来改善玛丝洛娃的处境。
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THE VICE-GOVERNOR OF THE PRISON.
Awaking early the next morning, Nekhludoff remembered what he had done the day before, and was seized with fear.
But in spite of this fear, he was more determined than ever to continue what he had begun.
Conscious of a sense of duty, he left the house and went to see Maslennikoff in order to obtain from him a permission to visit Maslova in prison, and also the Menshoffs--mother and son--about whom Maslova had spoken to him. Nekhludoff had known this Maslennikoff a long time; they had been in the regiment together. At that time Maslennikoff was treasurer to the regiment.
He was a kind-hearted and zealous officer, knowing and wishing to know nothing beyond the regiment and the Imperial family. Now Nekhludoff saw him as an administrator, who had exchanged the regiment for an administrative office in the government where he lived. He was married to a rich and energetic woman, who had forced him to exchange military for civil service. She laughed at him, and caressed him, as if he were her own pet animal. Nekhludoff had been to see them once during the winter, but the couple were so uninteresting to him that he had not gone again.
At the sight of Nekhludoff Maslennikoff's face beamed all over. He had the same fat red face, and was as corpulent and as well dressed as in his military days. Then, he used to be always dressed in a well-brushed uniform, made according to the latest fashion, tightly fitting his chest and shoulders; now, it was a civil service uniform he wore, and that, too, tightly fitted his well-fed body and showed off his broad chest, and was cut according to the latest fashion. In spite of the difference in age (Maslennikoff was 40), the two men were very familiar with one another.
"Halloo, old fellow! How good of you to come! Let us go and see my wife. I have just ten minutes to spare before the meeting. My chief is away, you know. I am at the head of the Government administration," he said, unable to disguise his satisfaction.
"I have come on business."
"What is it?" said Maslennikoff, in an anxious and severe tone, putting himself at once on his guard.
"There is a person, whom I am very much interested in, in prison" (at the word "prison" Maslennikoff's face grew stern); "and I should like to have an interview in the office, and not in the common visiting-room. I have been told it depended on you."
"Certainly, mon cher," said Maslennikoff, putting both hands on Nekhludoff's knees, as if to tone down his grandeur; "but remember, I am monarch only for an hour."
"Then will you give me an order that will enable me to see her?"
"It's a woman?"
"Yes."
"What is she there for?"
"Poisoning, but she has been unjustly condemned."
"Yes, there you have it, your justice administered by jury, ils n'en font point d'autres," he said, for some unknown reason, in French. "I know you do not agree with me, but it can't be helped, c'est mon opinion bien arretee," he added, giving utterance to an opinion he had for the last twelve months been reading in the retrograde Conservative paper. "I know you are a Liberal."
"I don't know whether I am a Liberal or something else," Nekhludoff said, smiling; it always surprised him to find himself ranked with a political party and called a Liberal, when he maintained that a man should be heard before he was judged, that before being tried all men were equal, that nobody at all ought to be ill-treated and beaten, but especially those who had not yet been condemned by law. "I don't know whether I am a Liberal or not; but I do know that however had the present way of conducting a trial is, it is better than the old."
"And whom have you for an advocate?"
"I have spoken to Fanarin."
"Dear me, Fanarin!" said Meslennikoff, with a grimace, recollecting how this Fanarin had examined him as a witness at a trial the year before and had, in the politest manner, held him up to ridicule for half an hour.
"I should not advise you to have anything to do with him. _Fanarin est un homme tare_."
"I have one more request to make," said Nekhludoff, without answering him. "There's a girl whom I knew long ago, a teacher; she is a very pitiable little thing, and is now also imprisoned, and would like to see me. Could you give me a permission to visit her?"
Meslennikoff bent his head on one side and considered.
"She's a political one?"
"Yes, I have been told so."
"Well, you see, only relatives get permission to visit political prisoners. Still, I'll give you an open order. _Je sais que vous n'abuserez pas_. What's the name of your protegee? Doukhova? _Elle est jolie?_"
"Hideuse."
Maslennikoff shook his head disapprovingly, went up to the table, and wrote on a sheet of paper, with a printed heading: "The bearer, Prince Dmitri Ivanovitch Nekhludoff, is to be allowed to interview in the prison office the meschanka Maslova, and also the medical assistant, Doukhova," and he finished with an elaborate flourish.
"Now you'll be able to see what order we have got there. And it is very difficult to keep order, it is so crowded, especially with people condemned to exile; but I watch strictly, and love the work. You will see they are very comfortable and contented. But one must know how to deal with them. Only a few days ago we had a little trouble--insubordination; another would have called it mutiny, and would have made many miserable, but with us it all passed quietly. We must have solicitude on one hand, firmness and power on the other," and he clenched the fat, white, turquoise-ringed fist, which issued out of the starched cuff of his shirt sleeve, fastened with a gold stud. "Solicitude and firm power."
"Well, I don't know about that," said Nekhludoff. "I went there twice, and felt very much depressed."
"Do you know, you ought to get acquainted with the Countess Passek," continued Maslennikoff, growing talkative. "She has given herself up entirely to this sort of work. Elle fait beaucoup de bien. Thanks to her--and, perhaps I may add without false modesty, to me--everything has been changed, changed in such a way that the former horrors no longer exist, and they are really quite comfortable there. Well, you'll see. There's Fanarin. I do not know him personally; besides, my social position keeps our ways apart; but he is positively a bad man, and besides, he takes the liberty of saying such things in the court--such things!"
"Well, thank you," Nekhludoff said, taking the paper, and without listening further he bade good-day to his former comrade.
"And won't you go in to see my wife?"
"No, pray excuse me; I have no time now."
"Dear me, why she will never forgive me," said Maslennikoff, accompanying his old acquaintance down to the first landing, as he was in the habit of doing to persons of not the greatest, but the second greatest importance, with whom he classed Nekhludoff; "now do go in, if only for a moment."
But Nekhludoff remained firm; and while the footman and the door-keeper rushed to give him his stick and overcoat, and opened the door, outside of which there stood a policeman, Nekhludoff repeated that he really could not come in.
"Well, then; on Thursday, please. It is her 'at-home.' I will tell her you will come," shouted Maslennikoff from the stairs.
第二天早晨，聂赫留朵夫回想昨天的种种事情，心里不由得感到害怕。
不过，心里虽然害怕，他还是更坚强地下定决心，一定要把开了头的事做下去。
他怀着强烈的责任感，走出家门，乘车去找玛斯连尼科夫，要求准许他到牢房探望玛丝洛娃，以及玛丝洛娃要他去探望的明肖夫母子。此外他还想要求探望薇拉，因为她可能帮玛丝洛娃的忙。
聂赫留朵夫在团里服役的时候就认识玛斯连尼科夫。玛斯连尼科夫当时任团的司库，忠心耿耿，奉公守法，除了团里和皇室以外，天下什么事也不关心，什么事也不想过问。聂赫留朵夫发现，他现在已当上行政长官，他所管辖的已不是一个团，而是一个省和省政府。他娶了一个既有钱又泼辣的女人，那女人逼得他脱离军队，改任文职。
她一会儿嘲弄他，一会儿又象对驯服的小猫小狗那样抚爱他。聂赫留朵夫去年冬天到他们家去过一次，但他觉得这对夫妻十分乏味，以后再也没去过。
玛斯连尼科夫一看见聂赫留朵夫，就满面笑容。他的脸还是那样又胖又红，身材还是那样高大，衣服还是象在军队里一样讲究。以前他总是穿一身款式新颖的军装或者制服，干干净净，紧包着他的肩膀和胸部；如今他穿着时髦的文职服装，也是那样紧包着肥胖的身子和宽阔的胸膛。今天他穿着一身文官制服。他们两人虽然年龄悬殊（玛斯连尼科夫已近四十岁了），但彼此还是不拘礼节，你我相称。
“啊，你来了，真是太感谢了。到我太太那儿去吧。我此刻正好有十分钟空，过后要去开会。我们的上司出门了。省里的事现在我在管，”他说着，露出掩饰不住的得意神色。
“我有事找你。”
“什么事啊？”玛斯连尼科夫仿佛一下子警惕起来，用惊恐而又有点严厉的音调说。
“监狱里有一个人我很关心（玛斯连尼科夫一听见‘监狱’两个字，脸色变得更严厉了），我很想探望，但不要在普通探监室里，要在办公室里，并且不限于规定的日子，要多探望几次。听说这事要由你决定。”
“行，老弟，我随时准备为你效劳，”玛斯连尼科夫说着，双手摸摸聂赫留朵夫的膝盖，仿佛要表示自己平易近人，“这可以，不过你也看到，我只是个临时皇帝。”
“那么你能给我开一张证明，让我同她见面吗？”
“你说的是一个女人？”
“是的。”
“那么她为什么事坐牢哇？”
“毒死人命罪。但她是被错判的。”
“你瞧，这就是所谓公正审判，不可能有别的结果，”他不知怎的夹着法语说。“我知道你不会同意我的意见，可是有什么办法呢，我是坚定不移地这样相信的，”他补充说，把他一年来从顽固的保守派报上看到的各种文章的同一观点说了出来。“我知道你是个自由派。”
“我不知道我是自由派还是什么派，”聂赫留朵夫笑嘻嘻地说。他常常感到惊讶，为什么人家总是把他归到什么派，并且说他是个自由派，无非因为他主张在审判的时候，先要听完人家的话，在法庭面前人人平等，并且主张不该折磨人，拷打人，特别是对那些还没有判刑的人。“我不知道我是不是自由派，我只知道现在的审判制度再糟也比以前的好。”
“那么，你请的律师是哪一个？”
“我找过法纳林。”
“嗨，法纳林！”玛斯连尼科夫皱着眉头说，回想到去年他在法庭上作证，法纳林曾经客客气气地捉弄他足足半小时，引得法庭上哄堂大笑。“我劝你别去跟他打交道。法纳林是个名誉扫地的人。”
“我还有一件事要求你，”聂赫留朵夫不理他的话，径自说。“有一个当教员的姑娘，是我老早就认识的。她这人很可怜，如今也在坐牢，她很想同我见面。你能不能再开一张条子，让我也去探望探望她？”
玛斯连尼科夫稍稍侧着头，考虑着。
“她是个政治犯吗？”
“是的，据说是个政治犯。”
“不瞒你说，凡是政治犯，只能同他们的家属见面，不过我可以给你开一张特别通行证，哪儿都可以通用。我知道你是不会随意滥用的。你关心的那个女人叫什么名字？……薇拉？她长得美吗？”
“长得很丑。”
玛斯连尼科夫不以为然地摇摇头，走到桌子跟前，在一张印有头衔的信纸上写道：“准许来人聂赫留朵夫公爵在监狱办公室会见在押小市民玛丝洛娃及医士薇拉，请洽办。”他写完信，又以潦草的字迹签了名。
“你将会看到那边的秩序是个什么样子。那边的秩序很难维持，因为关的人太多，特别是解犯太多，但我还是对他们严加管理。我喜爱这工作。你将会看到他们在那边过得很好，大家都很满意。就是要善于对付他们。前几天发生过一次麻烦，有人违抗命令。换了别人就会把它作为暴动来对待，好多人就会遭殃。可我们这里解决得很顺利。一方面得关心他们，另一方面又要对他们严加管理，”他说着，从衬衫的浆得笔挺、扣着金钮扣的白袖子里伸出一只又白又胖的拳头，手指上戴着绿松石戒指，“要做到恩威兼施。”
“嗯，这一套我确实不知道，”聂赫留朵夫说，“我到那边去过两次，感到难受极了。”
“我老实告诉你，你得跟巴赛克伯爵夫人见一次面，”玛斯连尼科夫谈得上了劲，继续说，“她把全部心血都花在这工作上。她做了许多好事。亏得她，恕我不客气地说一句，也亏得我，这儿才面目一新，消灭了以前种种可怕的现象，他们在那边确实过得挺好。是的，你会看见的。至于法纳林，我同他没有私交，但就我的社会地位来说，我同他走的不是一条路，但他确实是个坏人，他在法庭上竟然说得出那样的话来，竟然说得出那样的话来……”
“好，谢谢你，”聂赫留朵夫接过通行证说。他没有听完这位老同事的话，就向他告辞了。
“那你不到我太太那儿去了？”
“不，对不起，我现在没空。”
“嗯，那也没有办法，可她不会原谅我的，”玛斯连尼科夫说，把老同事送到楼梯第一个平台上。凡不是头等重要而是二等重要的客人，他总是送到这里为止。他把聂赫留朵夫也归到这一类客人里面。“不，还是请你去一下，哪怕只待一分钟也行。”
但聂赫留朵夫主意已定。当男仆和门房走到他跟前，把大衣和手杖递给他，推开外面有警察站岗的大门时，他回答玛斯连尼科夫说，他今天实在没有空。
“嗯，那么星期四请您务必来。她每逢星期四招待客人。
我去告诉她！”玛斯连尼科夫站在楼梯上，对他大声说。
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THE CELLS.
Nekhludoff drove that day straight from Maslennikoff's to the prison, and went to the inspector's lodging, which he now knew. He was again struck by the sounds of the same piano of inferior quality; but this time it was not a rhapsody that was being played, but exercises by Clementi, again with the same vigour, distinctness, and quickness. The servant with the bandaged eye said the inspector was in, and showed Nekhludoff to a small drawing-room, in which there stood a sofa and, in front of it, a table, with a large lamp, which stood on a piece of crochet work, and the paper shade of which was burnt on one side. The chief inspector entered, with his usual sad and weary look.
"Take a seat, please. What is it you want?" he said, buttoning up the middle button of his uniform.
"I have just been to the vice-governor's, and got this order from him. I should like to see the prisoner Maslova."
"Markova?" asked the inspector, unable to bear distinctly because of the music.
"Maslova!"
"Well, yes." The inspector got up and went to the door whence proceeded Clementi's roulades.
"Mary, can't you stop just a minute?" he said, in a voice that showed that this music was the bane of his life. "One can't hear a word."
The piano was silent, but one could hear the sound of reluctant steps, and some one looked in at the door.
The inspector seemed to feel eased by the interval of silence, lit a thick cigarette of weak tobacco, and offered one to Nekhludoff.
Nekhludoff refused.
"What I want is to see Maslova."
"Oh, yes, that can be managed. Now, then, what do you want?" he said, addressing a little girl of five or six, who came into the room and walked up to her father with her head turned towards Nekhludoff, and her eyes fixed on him.
"There, now, you'll fall down," said the inspector, smiling, as the little girl ran up to him, and, not looking where she was going, caught her foot in a little rug.
"Well, then, if I may, I shall go."
"It's not very convenient to see Maslova to-day," said the inspector.
"How's that?"
"Well, you know, it's all your own fault," said the inspector, with a slight smile. "Prince, give her no money into her hands. If you like, give it me. I will keep it for her. You see, you gave her some money yesterday; she got some spirits (it's an evil we cannot manage to root out), and to-day she is quite tipsy, even violent."
"Can this be true?"
"Oh, yes, it is. I have even been obliged to have recourse to severe measures, and to put her into a separate cell. She is a quiet woman in an ordinary way. But please do not give her any money. These people are so--" What had happened the day before came vividly back to Nekhludoff's mind, and again he was seized with fear.
"And Doukhova, a political prisoner; might I see her?"
"Yes, if you like," said the inspector. He embraced the little girl, who was still looking at Nekhludoff, got up, and, tenderly motioning her aside, went into the ante-room. Hardly had he got into the overcoat which the maid helped him to put on, and before he had reached the door, the distinct sounds of Clementi's roulades again began.
"She entered the Conservatoire, but there is such disorder there. She has a great gift," said the inspector, as they went down the stairs. "She means to play at concerts."
The inspector and Nekhludoff arrived at the prison. The gates were instantly opened as they appeared. The jailers, with their fingers lifted to their caps, followed the inspector with their eyes. Four men, with their heads half shaved, who were carrying tubs filled with something, cringed when they saw the inspector. One of them frowned angrily, his black eyes glaring.
"Of course a talent like that must be developed; it would not do to bury it, but in a small lodging, you know, it is rather hard." The inspector went on with the conversation, taking no notice of the prisoners.
"Who is it you want to see?"
"Doukhova."
"Oh, she's in the tower. You'll have to wait a little," he said.
"Might I not meanwhile see the prisoners Menshoff, mother and son, who are accused of incendiarism?"
"Oh, yes. Cell No. 21. Yes, they can be sent for."
"But might I not see Menshoff in his cell?"
"Oh, you'll find the waiting-room more pleasant."
"No. I should prefer the cell. It is more interesting."
"Well, you have found something to be interested in!"
Here the assistant, a smartly-dressed officer, entered the side door.
"Here, see the Prince into Menshoff's cell, No. 21," said the inspector to his assistant, "and then take him to the office. And I'll go and call--What's her name? Vera Doukhova."
The inspector's assistant was young, with dyed moustaches, and diffusing the smell of eau-de-cologne. "This way, please," he said to Nekhludoff, with a pleasant smile. "Our establishment interests you?"
"Yes, it does interest me; and, besides, I look upon it as a duty to help a man who I heard was confined here, though innocent."
The assistant shrugged his shoulders.
"Yes, that may happen," he said quietly, politely stepping aside to let the visitor enter, the stinking corridor first. "But it also happens that they lie. Here we are."
The doors of the cells were open, and some of the prisoners were in the corridor. The assistant nodded slightly to the jailers, and cast a side glance at the prisoners, who, keeping close to the wall, crept back to their cells, or stood like soldiers, with their arms at their sides, following the official with their eyes. After passing through one corridor, the assistant showed Nekhludoff into another to the left, separated from the first by an iron door. This corridor was darker, and smelt even worse than the first. The corridor had doors on both sides, with little holes in them about an inch in diameter. There was only an old jailer, with an unpleasant face, in this corridor.
"Where is Menshoff?" asked the inspector's assistant.
"The eighth cell to the left."
"And these? Are they occupied?" asked Nekhludoff.
"Yes, all but one."
从玛斯连尼科夫家出来，聂赫留朵夫乘车赶到监狱，往他熟悉的典狱长家里走去。他象上次一样又听到那架蹩脚钢琴的声音，不过今天弹的不是狂想曲，而是克莱曼蒂①的练习曲，但也弹得异常有力、清楚、快速。开门的还是那个一只眼睛用纱布包着的侍女。她说上尉在家，然后把聂赫留朵夫带到小会客室。会客室里摆着一张长沙发、一张桌子和一盏大灯，灯下垫着一块毛线织成的方巾，粉红色的纸灯罩有一角被烧焦了。典狱长走进来，脸上现出惊讶和阴郁的神色。
“请问有何见教？”他一面说，一面扣上制服中间的钮扣。
“我刚才去找了副省长，这是许可证，”聂赫留朵夫把证件交给他，说。“我想看看玛丝洛娃。”
“玛尔科娃？”典狱长因琴声听不清楚，反问道。
“玛丝洛娃。”
“哦，有的！哦，有的！”
典狱长站起来，走到门口，从那里传来克莱曼蒂练习曲的华彩乐段②。
“玛露霞，你就稍微停一下吧，”他说，从口气里听出这种音乐已成了他日常生活中的一大苦恼，“简直什么也听不见。”
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①克莱曼蒂（1752—1832）——意大利作曲家，钢琴家。作有钢琴练习曲一百首，是系统的钢琴教材。
②华彩乐段（cadenze）——又译华彩经过句。在一些大型独唱曲、独奏曲和协奏曲中，插于乐曲或乐章末尾的一个结构自由的段落。
钢琴声停了。传来不知谁的不愉快的脚步声。有人往房门里张了一眼。
典狱长仿佛因音乐停止而松了一口气，点上一支淡味的粗烟卷，并且向聂赫留朵夫敬了一支。聂赫留朵夫谢绝了。
“我很想见见玛丝洛娃。”
“玛丝洛娃今天不便会客，”典狱长说。
“为什么？”
“没什么，这得怪您自己不好，”典狱长微微地笑着说。
“公爵，您不要把钱直接交给她。要是您乐意，可以交给我。她的钱还是属于她的。您昨天一定给了她钱，她就弄到了酒——这个恶习她怎么也戒不掉，——今天她喝得烂醉，醉得发酒疯了。”
“真的吗？”
“可不是，我只好采取严厉措施：把她搬到另一间牢房里。这女人本来倒安分守己。您今后再别给她钱了。他们那些人就是这样的……”
聂赫留朵夫清清楚楚地回想起昨天的情景，心里又感到害怕。
“那么，薇拉，那个政治犯，可以见见吗？”聂赫留朵夫沉默了一会儿，问。
“嗯，这可以，”典狱长说。“哎，你来做什么，”他问一个五六岁的女孩子说，她正扭过头，眼睛盯着聂赫留朵夫，向父亲走来。“瞧你要摔交了，”典狱长看见女孩向他这个做父亲的跑来，眼睛不看地面，脚在地毯上绊了一下，就笑着说。
“要是可以，我去看看她。”
“好的，可以，”典狱长抱起那个一直盯住聂赫留朵夫瞧的小女孩说，接着站起身，温柔地把女孩放下，走到前室。
典狱长接过眼睛包纱布的侍女递给他的大衣，还没有穿好，就走出门去。克莱曼蒂练习曲的华彩乐段声又清楚地响了起来。
“她原来在音乐学院里学琴，可是那边的教学法不对头。她这人倒是有才气的，”典狱长一边下楼，一边说。“她想到音乐会上演出呢。”
典狱长陪着聂赫留朵夫走到监狱门口。典狱长一走近边门，那门就立刻开了。看守们都把手举到帽沿上，目送典狱长走过去。四个剃阴阳头的人，抬着满满的便桶，在前室里遇见他们。那几个人一见典狱长，都缩拢身子。其中一个身子弯得特别低，阴沉沉地皱起眉头，一双乌黑的眼睛闪闪发亮。
“当然，有才能应该培养，不应该埋没，但是，不瞒您说，房子小，练琴招来了不少烦恼，”典狱长继续说，根本不理睬那些犯人。他拖着疲劳的步子，同聂赫留朵夫一起走进聚会室。
“您想见谁呀？”典狱长问。
“薇拉。”
“她关在塔楼里。您得等一会儿，”他对聂赫留朵夫说。
“那么我能不能先看看明肖夫母子俩？他们被控犯了纵火罪。”
“明肖夫关在二十一号牢房。行，可以把他们叫出来。”
“我不能到明肖夫牢房里去看他吗？”
“你们还是在这里见面安静些。”
“不，我觉得牢房里见面有意思些。”
“嗐，您居然觉得有意思！”
这时候，衣着讲究的副典狱长从边门走出来。
“好，您把公爵领到明肖夫牢房里。第二十一号牢房，”典狱长对副典狱长说，“然后把公爵带到办公室。我去把她叫来。
她叫什么名子？”
“薇拉，”聂赫留朵夫说。
副典狱长是个青年军官，头发淡黄，小胡子上涂过香油，周身散发出花露水的香味。
“请吧，”他笑容可掬地对聂赫留朵夫说。“您对我们这地方感兴趣吗？”
“是的，我对这个人也感兴趣。据说他落到这里是完全冤枉的。”
副典狱长耸耸肩膀。
“是的，这种事是有的，”他若无其事地说，彬彬有礼地让客人走在前头，来到宽阔而发臭的走廊里。“但有时他们也会撒谎。请。”
牢房门都没有上锁。有几个男犯待在走廊里。副典狱长向看守们点点头，眼睛瞟着犯人。那些犯人，有的身子贴着墙，溜回牢房里，有的双手贴住裤缝，象士兵那样目送长官走过去。副典狱长带着聂赫留朵夫穿过走廊，把他领到由铁门隔开的左边一条走廊里。
这条走廊比刚才那条更狭，更暗，更臭。走廊两边的牢房都上着锁。每个牢门上有个小洞，称为门眼，直径不到一寸。走廊里，除了一个神色忧郁、满脸皱纹的老看守，一个人也没有。
“明肖夫在哪个牢房？”副典狱长问看守。
“左边第八个。”
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NO. 21.
"May I look in?" asked Nekhludoff.
"Oh, certainly," answered the assistant, smiling, and turned to the jailer with some question.
Nekhludoff looked into one of the little holes, and saw a tall young man pacing up and down the cell. When the man heard some one at the door he looked up with a frown, but continued walking up and down.
Nekhludoff looked into another hole. His eye met another large eye looking out of the hole at him, and he quickly stepped aside. In the third cell he saw a very small man asleep on the bed, covered, head and all, with his prison cloak. In the fourth a broad-faced man was sitting with his elbows on his knees and his head low down. At the sound of footsteps this man raised his head and looked up. His face, especially his large eyes, bore the expression of hopeless dejection. One could see that it did not even interest him to know who was looking into his cell. Whoever it might be, he evidently hoped for nothing good from him. Nekhludoff was seized with dread, and went to Menshoff's cell, No. 21, without stopping to look through any more holes. The jailer unlocked the door and opened it. A young man, with long neck, well-developed muscles, a small head, and kind, round eyes, stood by the bed, hastily putting on his cloak, and looking at the newcomers with a frightened face. Nekhludoff was specially struck by the kind, round eyes that were throwing frightened and inquiring glances in turns at him, at the jailer, and at the assistant, and back again.
"Here's a gentleman wants to inquire into your affair."
"Thank you kindly."
"Yes, I was told about you," Nekhludoff said, going through the cell up to the dirty grated window, "and I should like to hear all about it from yourself."
Menshoff also came up to the window, and at once started telling his story, at first looking shyly at the inspector's assistant, but growing gradually bolder. When the assistant left the cell and went into the corridor to give some order the man grew quite bold. The story was told with the accent and in the manner common to a most ordinary good peasant lad. To hear it told by a prisoner dressed in this degrading clothing, and inside a prison, seemed very strange to Nekhludoff. Nekhludoff listened, and at the same time kept looking around him--at the low bedstead with its straw mattress, the window and the dirty, damp wall, and the piteous face and form of this unfortunate, disfigured peasant in his prison cloak and shoes, and he felt sadder and sadder, and would have liked not to believe what this good-natured fellow was saying. It seemed too dreadful to think that men could do such a thing as to take a man, dress him in convict clothes, and put him in this horrible place without any reason only because he himself had been injured. And yet the thought that this seemingly true story, told with such a good-natured expression on the face, might be an invention and a lie was still more dreadful. This was the story: The village public-house keeper had enticed the young fellow's wife. He tried to get justice by all sorts of means. But everywhere the public-house keeper managed to bribe the officials, and was acquitted. Once, he took his wife back by force, but she ran away next day. Then he came to demand her back, but, though he saw her when he came in, the public-house keeper told him she was not there, and ordered him to go away. He would not go, so the public-house keeper and his servant beat him so that they drew blood. The next day a fire broke out in the public-house, and the young man and his mother were accused of having set the house on fire. He had not set it on fire, but was visiting a friend at the time.
"And it is true that you did not set it on fire?"
"It never entered my head to do it, sir. It must be my enemy that did it himself. They say he had only just insured it. Then they said it was mother and I that did it, and that we had threatened him. It is true I once did go for him, my heart couldn't stand it any longer."
"Can this be true?"
"God is my witness it is true. Oh, sir, be so good--" and Nekhludoff had some difficulty to prevent him from bowing down to the ground. "You see I am perishing without any reason." His face quivered and he turned up the sleeve of his cloak and began to cry, wiping the tears with the sleeve of his dirty shirt.
"Are you ready?" asked the assistant.
"Yes. Well, cheer up. We will consult a good lawyer, and will do what we can," said Nekhludoff, and went out. Menshoff stood close to the door, so that the jailer knocked him in shutting it, and while the jailer was locking it he remained looking out through the little hole.
“里面可以看看吗？”聂赫留朵夫问。
“请吧，”副典狱长笑容可掬地说，接着就向看守问了些什么。聂赫留朵夫凑近一个小洞往里看：牢房里有一个高个子年轻人，只穿一套衬衣裤，留着一小撮黑胡子，在迅速地走来走去。他一听见门外的沙沙声，抬头看了看，皱起眉头，又继续踱步。
聂赫留朵夫从另一个小洞往里望，他的眼睛正好遇到一只从里面望出来的恐惧的大眼睛，他慌忙躲开。他凑近第三个小洞，看见床上躺着一个个子矮小的人，蜷缩着身子，用囚袍蒙住脑袋。第四个牢房里坐着一个阔脸的人，脸色苍白，低垂着头，臂肘支在膝盖上。这人一听见脚步声，就抬起头来，向前看了看。他的整个脸上，特别是那双大眼睛里，现出万念俱灰的神色。他显然毫不在乎，是谁在向他张望。不论谁来看他，他显然不指望会有什么好事。聂赫留朵夫感到害怕，不再看别的牢房，就一直来到关押着明肖夫的第二十一号牢房。看守哐啷一声开了锁，推开牢门。一个脖子细长、肌肉发达的年轻人，生有一双和善的圆眼睛，留着一小撮胡子，站在床铺旁边。他现出惊惧的神色，慌忙穿上囚袍，眼睛盯着来人。特别使聂赫留朵夫感动的是他那双和善的圆眼睛，又困惑又惊惧地瞧瞧他，又瞧瞧看守，再瞧瞧副典狱长，然后又回过来瞧瞧他。
“喏，这位先生要了解了解你的案子。”
“十分感谢。”
“是的，有人给我讲了您的案子，”聂赫留朵夫走到牢房里，站在装有铁栅的肮脏窗子旁，说，“很想听您自己谈一谈。”
明肖夫也走到窗前，立刻讲起他的事来。他先是怯生生地瞧瞧副典狱长，随后胆子渐渐大起来。等到副典狱长走出牢房，到走廊里去吩咐什么事，他就毫无顾虑了。从语言和姿态上看，讲这个故事的是一个极其淳朴善良的农村小伙子。但在监狱里听一个身穿囚服的犯人亲口讲述，聂赫留朵夫觉得特别别扭。聂赫留朵夫一边听，一边打量着铺草垫的低矮床铺、钉有粗铁条的窗子、涂抹得一塌胡涂的又潮又脏的墙壁，以及这个身穿囚鞋囚服、受尽折磨的不幸的人，他那痛苦的神色和身子，心里觉得越来越难受。他不愿相信，这个极其善良的人所讲的事情是真的。他想到一个人平白无故被抓起来，硬给套上囚服，关在这个可怕的地方，就因为有人要恣意加以凌辱，他不禁感到心惊胆战。不过，想到万一这个相貌和善的人所讲的事只是欺骗和捏造，他就感到更加心惊胆战。事情是这样的：在他婚后不久，一个酒店老板就夺了他的妻子。他到处申诉告状。可是酒店老板买通了长官，官方就一直庇护他。有一次明肖夫把妻子硬拉回家，可是第二天她又跑了。于是他就上门去讨。酒店老板说他的妻子不在（他进去的时候明明看见她在里面），喝令他走开。他不走。酒店老板就伙同一名雇工把他打得头破血流。第二天，酒店老板的院子起火。明肖夫连同他的母亲被指控放火，其实他当时正在他教父家里，根本不可能放火。
“那你真的没有放过火吗？”
“老爷，我连这样的念头都不曾有过。准是那坏蛋自己放的火。据说，他刚刚保过火险。他却说我和我妈去过他家，还吓唬过他。不错，我那次把他大骂了一顿，我实在气不过。至于放火，确实没有放过。再说，起火的时候，我人也不在那里。他却硬说我和我妈在那里。他贪图保险费，自己放了火，还把罪名硬栽在我们头上。”
“真有这样的事吗？”
“老爷，我可以当着上帝的面说一句，这都是真的。您就算是我的亲爹吧！”他说着要跪下去。聂赫留朵夫好容易才把他拦住。“您把我救出去吧，要不太冤枉了，我会完蛋的，”他继续说。
明肖夫的脸颊忽然哆嗦起来，他哭了。接着他卷起囚袍袖子，用肮脏的衬衫袖子擦擦眼睛。
“你们谈完了吗？”副典狱长问。
“谈完了。那么您不要灰心，我们一定努力想办法，”聂赫留朵夫说完，走了出去。明肖夫站在门口，因此看守关上牢门时，那门正好撞在他身上。看守锁门的时候，明肖夫就从门上的小洞往外张望。
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57135鲜花 72鸡蛋

等级: 内阁元老
配偶: 回到夏末之初
生日：1.21，周年5.13，结拜6.20，结拜：8.18，结婚：11.11
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VICTIMS OF GOVERNMENT.
Passing back along the broad corridor (it was dinner time, and the cell doors were open), among the men dressed in their light yellow cloaks, short, wide trousers, and prison shoes, who were looking eagerly at him, Nekhludoff felt a strange mixture of sympathy for them, and horror and perplexity at the conduct of those who put and kept them here, and, besides, he felt, he knew not why, ashamed of himself calmly examining it all.
In one of the corridors, some one ran, clattering with his shoes, in at the door of a cell. Several men came out from here, and stood in Nekhludoff's way, bowing to him.
"Please, your honour (we don't know what to call you), get our affair settled somehow."
"I am not an official. I know nothing about it."
"Well, anyhow, you come from outside; tell somebody--one of the authorities, if need be," said an indignant voice. "Show some pity on us, as a human being. Here we are suffering the second month for nothing."
"What do you mean? Why?" said Nekhludoff.
"Why? We ourselves don't know why, but are sitting here the second month."
"Yes, it's quite true, and it is owing to an accident," said the inspector. "These people were taken up because they had no passports, and ought to have been sent back to their native government; but the prison there is burnt, and the local authorities have written, asking us not to send them on. So we have sent all the other passportless people to their different governments, but are keeping these."
"What! For no other reason than that?" Nekhludoff exclaimed, stopping at the door.
A crowd of about forty men, all dressed in prison clothes, surrounded him and the assistant, and several began talking at once. The assistant stopped them.
"Let some one of you speak."
A tall, good-looking peasant, a stone-mason, of about fifty, stepped out from the rest. He told Nekhludoff that all of them had been ordered back to their homes and were now being kept in prison because they had no passports, yet they had passports which were only a fortnight overdue. The same thing had happened every year; they had many times omitted to renew their passports till they were overdue, and nobody had ever said anything; but this year they had been taken up and were being kept in prison the second month, as if they were criminals.
"We are all masons, and belong to the same artel. We are told that the prison in our government is burnt, but this is not our fault. Do help us."
Nekhludoff listened, but hardly understood what the good-looking old man was saying, because his attention was riveted to a large, dark-grey, many-legged louse that was creeping along the good-looking man's cheek.
"How's that? Is it possible for such a reason?" Nekhludoff said, turning to the assistant.
"Yes, they should have been sent off and taken back to their homes," calmly said the assistant, "but they seem to have been forgotten or something."
Before the assistant had finished, a small, nervous man, also in prison dress, came out of the crowd, and, strangely contorting his mouth, began to say that they were being ill-used for nothing.
"Worse than dogs," he began.
"Now, now; not too much of this. Hold your tongue, or you know--"
"What do I know?" screamed the little man, desperately. "What is our crime?"
"Silence!" shouted the assistant, and the little man was silent.
"But what is the meaning of all this?" Nekhludoff thought to himself as he came out of the cell, while a hundred eyes were fixed upon him through the openings of the cell doors and from the prisoners that met him, making him feel as if he were running the gauntlet.
"Is it really possible that perfectly innocent people are kept here?" Nekhludoff uttered when they left the corridor.
"What would you have us do? They lie so. To hear them talk they are all of them innocent," said the inspector's assistant. "But it does happen that some are really imprisoned for nothing."
"Well, these have done nothing."
"Yes, we must admit it. Still, the people are fearfully spoilt. There are such types--desperate fellows, with whom one has to look sharp. To-day two of that sort had to be punished."
"Punished? How?"
"Flogged with a birch-rod, by order."
"But corporal punishment is abolished."
"Not for such as are deprived of their rights. They are still liable to it."
Nekhludoff thought of what he had seen the day before while waiting in the hall, and now understood that the punishment was then being inflicted, and the mixed feeling of curiosity, depression, perplexity, and moral nausea, that grew into physical sickness, took hold of him more strongly than ever before.
Without listening to the inspector's assistant, or looking round, he hurriedly left the corridor, and went to the office. The inspector was in the office, occupied with other business, and had forgotten to send for Doukhova. He only remembered his promise to have her called when Nekhludoff entered the office.
"Sit down, please. I'll send for her at once," said the inspector.
聂赫留朵夫沿着宽阔的走廊往回走（正是吃午饭的时候，牢房门都开着），看见许多穿淡黄囚袍、宽大短裤和棉鞋的犯人仔细打量着他，不禁产生一种异样的感觉：又同情这些坐牢的人，又对那些关押他们的人感到恐惧和惶惑，又因为自己对这一切冷眼旁观而害臊。
在一条走廊里，有一个人穿着棉鞋啪哒啪哒地跑过。他跑进牢房，接着就有几个人从里面跑出来，拦住聂赫留朵夫，向他鞠躬。
“对不起，老爷，不知道该怎样称呼您才好，求您替我们作主。”
“我不是长官，我什么也不知道。”
“反正都一样，求您对哪位长官说一声，”一个人怒气冲冲地说。“我们什么罪也没有，可是已经给关了一个多月了。”
“什么？这怎么会？”聂赫留朵夫问。
“您瞧，就这么把我们关在牢里。我们坐了一个多月的牢，连自己也不知道为了什么。”
“是的，这是不得已，”副典狱长说，“这些人被捕是因为没有身分证，本应把他们送回原籍，可是那边的监狱遭了火灾，省政府来同我们联系，要求我们不把他们送回去。您瞧，其他各省的人都已遣送回去了，就剩下他们这批人。”
“怎么，就是因为这点事吗？”聂赫留朵夫在门口站住了，问。
一群人，大约有四十名光景，全都穿着囚服，把聂赫留朵夫和副典狱长团团围住。立刻就有几个人七嘴八舌地说起来。副典狱长制止他们说：
“由一个人说。”
人群中走出一个五十岁上下的农民，个儿很高，相貌端正。他向聂赫留朵夫解释说，他们被驱逐和关押就因为没有身分证。其实身分证他们是有的，只是过期两个礼拜了。身分证过期的事年年都有，从来没有处分过人，今年却把他们当作罪犯，在这里关了一个多月。
“我们都是泥瓦匠，是同一个作坊的。据说省里的监狱烧掉了。可这又不能怪我们。看在上帝份上，您行行好吧！”
聂赫留朵夫听着，但简直没听清那个相貌端正的老人在说些什么，因为他一直注视着一只有许多条腿的深灰色大虱子，怎样在这个泥瓦匠的络腮胡子缝里爬着。
“这怎么会呢？难道就因为这点事吗？”聂赫留朵夫问副典狱长。
“是的，这是长官们的疏忽，应该把他们遣送回乡才是，”
副典狱长说。
副典狱长的话音刚落，人群中又走出一个矮小的人，也穿着囚袍，怪模怪样地撇着嘴，讲起他们平白无故在这里受尽折磨的情况。
“我们过得比狗还不如……”他说。
“喂，喂，别说废话，闭嘴，不然要你知道……”
“要我知道什么？”个儿矮小的人不顾死活地说。“难道我们有什么罪？”
“闭嘴！”长官一声吆喝，个儿矮小的人不作声了。
“这是怎么搞的？”聂赫留朵夫走出牢房，问着自己。那些从牢门里往外看和迎面走来的犯人，用几百双眼睛盯住他，他觉得简直象穿过一排用棍棒乱打的行刑队一样。
“难道真的就这样把一大批无辜的人关起来吗？”聂赫留朵夫同副典狱长一起走出长廊，说。
“请问有什么办法？不过有许多话他们是胡说的。照他们说来，简直谁也没有罪，”副典狱长说。
“不过，刚才那些人确实没犯什么罪。”
“那些人，就算是这样吧。不过老百姓都变坏了，非严加管制不可。有些家伙真是天不怕地不怕，可不好惹呢。喏，昨天就有两个人非处分不可。”
“怎么处分？”聂赫留朵夫问。
“根据命令用树条抽打……”
“体罚不是已经废止了吗？”
“褫夺公权的人不在其内。对他们还是可以施行体罚的。”
聂赫留朵夫想起昨天他在门廊里等候时见到的种种情景，这才明白那场刑罚就是在那时进行的。他心里觉得又好奇，又感伤，又困惑。这种心情使他感到一阵精神上的恶心，逐渐又变成近乎生理上的恶心。这种感觉以前虽也有过，但从没象现在这样强烈。
他不再听副典狱长说话，也不再往四下里张望，就急急地离开了走廊，往办公室走去。典狱长刚才在走廊里忙别的事，忘记派人去叫薇拉。直到聂赫留朵夫走进办公室，他才想起答应过他把她找来。
“我这就打发人去把她找来，您坐一会儿，”他说。
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57135鲜花 72鸡蛋

等级: 内阁元老
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生日：1.21，周年5.13，结拜6.20，结拜：8.18，结婚：11.11
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PRISONERS AND FRIENDS.
The office consisted of two rooms. The first room, with a large, dilapidated stove and two dirty windows, had a black measure for measuring the prisoners in one corner, and in another corner hung a large image of Christ, as is usual in places where they torture people. In this room stood several jailers. In the next room sat about twenty persons, men and women in groups and in pairs, talking in low voices. There was a writing table by the window.
The inspector sat down by the table, and offered Nekhludoff a chair beside him. Nekhludoff sat down, and looked at the people in the room.
The first who drew his attention was a young man with a pleasant face, dressed in a short jacket, standing in front of a middle-aged woman with dark eyebrows, and he was eagerly telling her something and gesticulating with his hands. Beside them sat an old man, with blue spectacles, holding the hand of a young woman in prisoner's clothes, who was telling him something. A schoolboy, with a fixed, frightened look on his face, was gazing at the old man. In one corner sat a pair of lovers. She was quite young and pretty, and had short, fair hair, looked energetic, and was elegantly dressed; he had fine features, wavy hair, and wore a rubber jacket. They sat in their corner and seemed stupefied with love. Nearest to the table sat a grey-haired woman dressed in black, evidently the mother of a young, consumptive-looking fellow, in the same kind of jacket. Her head lay on his shoulder. She was trying to say something, but the tears prevented her from speaking; she began several times, but had to stop. The young man held a paper in his hand, and, apparently not knowing what to do, kept folding and pressing it with an angry look on his face.
Beside them was a short-haired, stout, rosy girl, with very prominent eyes, dressed in a grey dress and a cape; she sat beside the weeping mother, tenderly stroking her. Everything about this girl was beautiful; her large, white hands, her short, wavy hair, her firm nose and lips, but the chief charm of her face lay in her kind, truthful hazel eyes. The beautiful eyes turned away from the mother for a moment when Nekhludoff came in, and met his look. But she turned back at once and said something to the mother.
Not far from the lovers a dark, dishevelled man, with a gloomy face, sat angrily talking to a beardless visitor, who looked as if he belonged to the Scoptsy sect.
At the very door stood a young man in a rubber jacket, who seemed more concerned about the impression he produced on the onlooker than about what he was saying. Nekhludoff, sitting by the inspector's side, looked round with strained curiosity. A little boy with closely-cropped hair came up to him and addressed him in a thin little voice.
"And whom are you waiting for?"
Nekhludoff was surprised at the question, but looking at the boy, and seeing the serious little face with its bright, attentive eyes fixed on him, answered him seriously that he was waiting for a woman of his acquaintance.
"Is she, then, your sister?" the boy asked.
"No, not my sister," Nekhludoff answered in surprise.
"And with whom are you here?" he inquired of the boy.
"I? With mamma; she is a political one," he replied.
"Mary Pavlovna, take Kolia!" said the inspector, evidently considering Nekhludoff's conversation with the boy illegal.
Mary Pavlovna, the beautiful girl who had attracted Nekhludoff's attention, rose tall and erect, and with firm, almost manly steps, approached Nekhludoff and the boy.
"What is he asking you? Who you are?" she inquired with a slight smile, and looking straight into his face with a trustful look in her kind, prominent eyes, and as simply as if there could be no doubt whatever that she was and must be on sisterly terms with everybody.
"He likes to know everything," she said, looking at the boy with so sweet and kind a smile that both the boy and Nekhludoff were obliged to smile back.
"He was asking me whom I have come to see."
"Mary Pavlovna, it is against the rules to speak to strangers. You know it is," said the inspector.
"All right, all right," she said, and went back to the consumptive lad's mother, holding Kolia's little hand in her large, white one, while he continued gazing up into her face.
"Whose is this little boy?" Nekhludoff asked of the inspector.
"His mother is a political prisoner, and he was born in prison," said the inspector, in a pleased tone, as if glad to point out how exceptional his establishment was.
"Is it possible?"
"Yes, and now he is going to Siberia with her."
"And that young girl?"
"I cannot answer your question," said the inspector, shrugging his shoulders. "Besides, here is Doukhova."
办公室共有两间。第一间里有一个炉膛凸出、灰泥剥落的大炉子和两扇肮脏的窗子。屋角立着一管给犯人量身高的黑尺，另一个角落挂着一幅巨大的基督像，——凡是折磨人的地方总有这种像，仿佛是对基督教义的嘲弄。这个房间里站着几个看守。另一个房间里靠墙坐着二十来个男女，有的几人一起，有的两人一对，低声交谈着。窗口放着一张写字台。
典狱长坐在写字台旁，请聂赫留朵夫在旁边一把椅子上坐下。聂赫留朵夫坐下来，开始打量屋里的人。
首先吸引他注意的是一个相貌好看的穿短上装青年。那青年站在一个上了年纪的黑眉毛女人面前，情绪激动地对她说着话，比着手势。旁边坐着一个戴蓝眼镜的老人，拉住一个穿囚衣的年轻女人的手，一动不动地听她对他讲着什么事。一个念实科中学的男孩，脸上现出惊惧的神色，眼睛一直盯住那个老人。离他们不远的角落里坐着一对情人。女的是个年纪很轻的姑娘，留着淡黄短头发，模样可爱，容光焕发，身穿一件时髦连衣裙。男的是个漂亮的小伙子，生得眉清目秀，头发鬈曲，身穿橡胶短上衣。他们两人坐在屋角喁喁私语，显然陶醉在爱情里。最靠近写字台的地方坐着一个头发花白的女人，身穿黑色连衣裙，看样子是个母亲。她睁大一双眼睛，瞅着一个也穿橡胶上衣、样子象害痨病的青年。她想说话，可是喉咙被哽住，刚开口，就说不下去。那青年手里拿着一张纸，显然不知道该怎么办，只怒气冲冲地不住折叠和揉搓那张纸。他们旁边坐着一个身材丰满、脸色红润的姑娘，相貌好看，但生着一双暴眼睛，身穿灰色连衣裙，外加一件短披肩。她坐在哀哀哭泣的母亲旁边，温柔地摩挲着她的肩膀。这个姑娘身上什么都美：那白净的大手，鬈曲的短发，线条清楚的鼻子和嘴唇。不过她脸上最迷人的却是那双诚挚善良象绵羊一般的深褐色眼睛。聂赫留朵夫一进去，她那双好看的眼睛就从母亲的脸上移开，同他的目光相遇。但她立刻又扭过头去，对母亲说了些什么。离开那对情人不远的地方坐着一个皮肤黝黑的男人。他头发蓬乱，脸色阴沉，正气愤地对一个象是阉割派教徒的没有胡子的探监人说话。聂赫留朵夫坐在典狱长旁边，怀着强烈的好奇心观察着周围的一切。忽然有个剃光头的男孩走到他跟前，尖声问他说：
“您在等谁？”
聂赫留朵夫听到这话感到惊奇，他对男孩瞧了一眼，看见他脸色严肃老成，眼睛活泼有神，就一本正经地回答说在等一个熟识的女人。
“怎么，她是您的妹妹吗？”男孩子问。
“不，不是妹妹，”聂赫留朵夫奇怪地回答。“那么，你是跟谁一起到这儿来的？”他问那孩子。
“我跟妈妈在一起。她是政治犯，”男孩骄傲地说。
“玛丽雅·巴夫洛夫娜，您把柯里亚带去，”典狱长说，大概觉得聂赫留朵夫同男孩谈话是违法的。
玛丽雅·巴夫洛夫娜就是引起聂赫留朵夫注意的那个生有一双绵羊眼睛的好看姑娘。她站起来，挺直高高的身子，迈着象男人一样有力的大步，向聂赫留朵夫和男孩走去。
“他问了您什么话？您是谁呀？”她问聂赫留朵夫，微微笑着，信任地瞧着他的眼睛，神气那么坦率，看来她一定对谁都是这样朴实、亲切和友好。“他什么事都想知道，”她说，对着男孩露出和蔼可亲的微笑，男孩和聂赫留朵夫看见她的微笑也都忍不住笑了。
“是的，他问我来找谁。”
“玛丽雅·巴夫洛夫娜，不准跟外面人说话。这一点您是知道的，”典狱长说。
“好的，好的，”她说，用她白净的大手拉着一直盯住他看的柯里亚的小手，回到那个害痨病青年的母亲身边。
“这是谁家的孩子啊？”聂赫留朵夫问典狱长。
“一个女政治犯的孩子，是在牢里生下的，”典狱长带点得意的口气说，似乎这是监狱里少见的奇迹。
“真的吗？”
“真的，他不久就要跟他母亲到西伯利亚去了。”
“那么这个姑娘呢？”
“我不能回答您的问题，”典狱长耸耸肩膀说。“喏，薇拉来了。”
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VERA DOUKHOVA EXPLAINS.
Through a door, at the back of the room, entered, with a wriggling gait, the thin, yellow Vera Doukhova, with her large, kind eyes.
"Thanks for having come," she said, pressing Nekhludoff's hand. "Do you remember me? Let us sit down."
"I did not expect to see you like this."
"Oh, I am very happy. It is so delightful, so delightful, that I desire nothing better," said Vera Doukhova, with the usual expression of fright in the large, kind, round eyes fixed on Nekhludoff, and twisting the terribly thin, sinewy neck, surrounded by the shabby, crumpled, dirty collar of her bodice. Nekhludoff asked her how she came to be in prison.
In answer she began relating all about her affairs with great animation. Her speech was intermingled with a great many long words, such as propaganda, disorganisation, social groups, sections and sub-sections, about which she seemed to think everybody knew, but which Nekhludoff had never heard of.
She told him all the secrets of the Nardovolstvo, [literally, "People's Freedom," a revolutionary movement] evidently convinced that he was pleased to hear them. Nekhludoff looked at her miserable little neck, her thin, unkempt hair, and wondered why she had been doing all these strange things, and why she was now telling all this to him. He pitied her, but not as he had pitied Menshoff, the peasant, kept for no fault of his own in the stinking prison. She was pitiable because of the confusion that filled her mind. It was clear that she considered herself a heroine, and was ready to give her life for a cause, though she could hardly have explained what that cause was and in what its success would lie.
The business that Vera Doukhova wanted to see Nekhludoff about was the following: A friend of hers, who had not even belonged to their "sub-group," as she expressed it, had been arrested with her about five months before, and imprisoned in the Petropavlovsky fortress because some prohibited books and papers (which she had been asked to keep) had been found in her possession. Vera Doukhova felt herself in some measure to blame for her friend's arrest, and implored Nekhludoff, who had connections among influential people, to do all he could in order to set this friend free.
Besides this, Doukhova asked him to try and get permission for another friend of hers, Gourkevitch (who was also imprisoned in the Petropavlovsky fortress), to see his parents, and to procure some scientific books which he required for his studies. Nekhludoff promised to do what he could when he went to Petersburg.
As to her own story, this is what she said: Having finished a course of midwifery, she became connected with a group of adherents to the Nardovolstvo, and made up her mind to agitate in the revolutionary movement. At first all went on smoothly. She wrote proclamations and occupied herself with propaganda work in the factories; then, an important member having been arrested, their papers were seized and all concerned were arrested. "I was also arrested, and shall be exiled. But what does it matter? I feel perfectly happy." She concluded her story with a piteous smile.
Nekhludoff made some inquiries concerning the girl with the prominent eyes. Vera Doukhova told him that this girl was the daughter of a general, and had been long attached to the revolutionary party, and was arrested because she had pleaded guilty to having shot a gendarme. She lived in a house with some conspirators, where they had a secret printing press. One night, when the police came to search this house, the occupiers resolved to defend themselves, put out the light, and began destroying the things that might incriminate them. The police forced their way in, and one of the conspirators fired, and mortally wounded a gendarme. When an inquiry was instituted, this girl said that it was she who had fired, although she had never had a revolver in her hands, and would not have hurt a fly. And she kept to it, and was now condemned to penal servitude in Siberia.
"An altruistic, fine character," said Vera Doukhova, approvingly.
The third business that Vera Doukhova wanted to talk about concerned Maslova. She knew, as everybody does know in prison, the story of Maslova's life and his connection with her, and advised him to take steps to get her removed into the political prisoner's ward, or into the hospital to help to nurse the sick, of which there were very many at that time, so that extra nurses were needed.
Nekhludoff thanked her for the advice, and said he would try to act upon it.
薇拉身材矮小，又瘦又黄，头发剪得很短，生着一双善良的大眼睛，步态蹒跚地从后门走进来。
“哦，您来了，谢谢，”她握着聂赫留朵夫的手说。“您还记得我吗？我们坐下来谈吧。”
“没想到您现在会弄成这个样子。”
“嘿，我倒觉得挺好！挺好，好得不能再好了，”薇拉说，照例圆睁着她那双善良的大眼睛，怯生生地瞅着聂赫留朵夫，并且转动她那从又脏又皱的短袄领子里露出来的青筋毕露的黄瘦脖子。
聂赫留朵夫问她怎么落到这个地步。她就兴致勃勃地讲起她所从事的活动来。她的话里夹杂着“宣传”、“解体”、“团体”、“小组”、“分组”等外来语，显然认为这些外来语谁都知道，其实聂赫留朵夫却从来没有听到过。
薇拉把她的活动讲给他听，满心以为他一定很乐于知道民意党的全部秘密。聂赫留朵夫呢，瞧着她那细得可怜的脖子和她那稀疏的蓬乱头发，弄不懂她为什么要做这种事，讲这种事。他可怜她，但绝不象他可怜庄稼汉明肖夫那样，因为明肖夫是完全被冤枉关在恶臭的牢房里的。她最惹人怜悯的是她头脑里显然充满糊涂思想。她分明自认为是个女英雄，为了他们事业的成功不惜牺牲生命。其实她未必能说清楚他们的事业究竟是怎么一回事，事业成功又是怎么一回事。
薇拉要对聂赫留朵夫讲的是这样一件事：她有一个女朋友，叫舒斯托娃，据她说并不属于她们的小组，五个月前跟她一起被捕，关在彼得保罗要塞，只因为在她家里搜出别人交给她保管的书籍和文件。薇拉认为舒斯托娃被拘禁，她要负一部分责任，因此要求交游广阔的聂赫留朵夫设法把她释放出狱。薇拉求聂赫留朵夫的另一件事，是设法替关押在彼得保罗要塞里的古尔凯维奇说个情，让他同父母见一次面，并且弄到必要的参考书，使他可以在狱中进行学术研究。
聂赫留朵夫答应他回到彼得堡以后努力去办。
薇拉讲到她自己的经历时说，她在助产学校毕业后，就接近民意党，参加他们的活动。开头他们写传单，到工厂里宣传，一切都很顺利，但后来一个重要人物被捕，搜出了文件，其余的人也都被抓去了。
“我也被捕了，如今就要被流放出去……”她讲完了自己的事。“不过，这没什么。我觉得挺好，自己觉得心安理得，”
她说着，惨然一笑。
聂赫留朵夫问起那个生有一双绵羊般眼睛的姑娘。薇拉说她是一个将军的女儿，早已加入了革命党，她被捕是因为主动承担熗击宪兵的罪名。她住在一个秘密寓所里，那里有一架印刷机。一天夜里警察和宪兵来搜查，住在里面的人决定自卫。他们熄了灯，动手销毁罪证。警察和宪兵破门而入，地下党中有人开了熗，一个宪兵受了致命伤。宪兵队审问是谁开的熗，她就说是她开的，其实她一辈子没有拿过手熗，连蜘蛛也没有弄死过一只。罪名就这样定下来了。如今她就要去服苦役。
“真是个利他主义的好人……”薇拉称赞说。
薇拉要说的第三件事是关于玛丝洛娃的。她知道监狱里的一切事情，也知道玛丝洛娃的身世和聂赫留朵夫同她的关系。她劝聂赫留朵夫为她说情，把她转移到政治犯牢房，或者至少让她到医院里去当一名护士。现在医院里病人特别多，很需要护士。聂赫留朵夫谢谢她的好意，并说要努力照她的话去做。
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NEKHLUDOFF AND THE PRISONERS.
Their conversation was interrupted by the inspector, who said that the time was up, and the prisoners and their friends must part. Nekhludoff took leave of Vera Doukhova and went to the door, where he stopped to watch what was going on.
The inspector's order called forth only heightened animation among the prisoners in the room, but no one seemed to think of going. Some rose and continued to talk standing, some went on talking without rising. A few began crying and taking leave of each other. The mother and her consumptive son seemed especially pathetic. The young fellow kept twisting his bit of paper and his face seemed angry, so great were his efforts not to be infected by his mother's emotion. The mother, hearing that it was time to part, put her head on his shoulder and sobbed and sniffed aloud.
The girl with the prominent eyes--Nekhludoff could not help watching her--was standing opposite the sobbing mother, and was saying something to her in a soothing tone. The old man with the blue spectacles stood holding his daughter's hand and nodding in answer to what she said. The young lovers rose, and, holding each other's hands, looked silently into one another's eyes.
"These are the only two who are merry," said a young man with a short coat who stood by Nekhludoff's side, also looking at those who were about to part, and pointed to the lovers. Feeling Nekhludoff's and the young man's eyes fixed on them, the lovers-- the young man with the rubber coat and the pretty girl--stretched out their arms, and with their hands clasped in each other's, danced round and round again. "To-night they are going to be married here in prison, and she will follow him to Siberia," said the young man.
"What is he?"
"A convict, condemned to penal servitude. Let those two at least have a little joy, or else it is too painful," the young man added, listening to the sobs of the consumptive lad's mother.
"Now, my good people! Please, please do not oblige me to have recourse to severe measures," the inspector said, repeating the same words several times over. "Do, please," he went on in a weak, hesitating manner. "It is high time. What do you mean by it? This sort of thing is quite impossible. I am now asking you for the last time," he repeated wearily, now putting out his cigarette and then lighting another.
It was evident that, artful, old, and common as were the devices enabling men to do evil to others without feeling responsible for it, the inspector could not but feel conscious that he was one of those who were guilty of causing the sorrow which manifested itself in this room. And it was apparent that this troubled him sorely. At length the prisoners and their visitors began to go--the first out of the inner, the latter out of the outer door. The man with the rubber jacket passed out among them, and the consumptive youth and the dishevelled man. Mary Pavlovna went out with the boy born in prison.
The visitors went out too. The old man with the blue spectacles, stepping heavily, went out, followed by Nekhludoff.
"Yes, a strange state of things this," said the talkative young man, as if continuing an interrupted conversation, as he descended the stairs side by side with Nekhludoff. "Yet we have reason to be grateful to the inspector who does not keep strictly to the rules, kind-hearted fellow. If they can get a talk it does relieve their hearts a bit, after all!"
While talking to the young man, who introduced himself as Medinzeff, Nekhludoff reached the hall. There the inspector came up to them with weary step.
"If you wish to see Maslova," he said, apparently desiring to be polite to Nekhludoff, "please come to-morrow."
"Very well," answered Nekhludoff, and hurried away, experiencing more than ever that sensation of moral nausea which he always felt on entering the prison.
The sufferings of the evidently innocent Menshoff seemed terrible, and not so much his physical suffering as the perplexity, the distrust in the good and in God which he must feel, seeing the cruelty of the people who tormented him without any reason.
Terrible were the disgrace and sufferings cast on these hundreds of guiltless people simply because something was not written on paper as it should have been. Terrible were the brutalised jailers, whose occupation is to torment their brothers, and who were certain that they were fulfilling an important and useful duty; but most terrible of all seemed this sickly, elderly, kind-hearted inspector, who was obliged to part mother and son, father and daughter, who were just the same sort of people as he and his own children.
"What is it all for?" Nekhludoff asked himself, and could not find an answer.
典狱长站起来宣布，探监的时间到了，必须分手。聂赫留朵夫同薇拉的谈话就这样被打断了。聂赫留朵夫起身同薇拉告别，走到门口又站住，观察着眼前的种种景象。
“各位先生，时候到了，时候到了，”典狱长说，一会儿站起来，一会儿又坐下。
典狱长的要求只是使屋里的犯人和探监的人更加紧张，他们都不想分手。有些人站起来，但还是说个不停。有些仍坐着说话。有些在那里告别，哭泣。那个害痨病的青年同他母亲的会面特别叫人感动。他一直摆弄着那张纸，但脸色越来越愤激。他竭力克制感情，免得受他母亲情绪的影响。他母亲一听说要分手，就伏在他肩膀上，放声痛哭，不住地吸着鼻子。那个生有一双绵羊眼睛的姑娘——聂赫留朵夫不由得注意着她——站在哀哭的母亲旁边，劝慰着她。那个戴蓝眼镜的老头儿，拉住女儿的手站着，一面听她说话，一面连连点头。那对年轻的情人站起来，手拉着手，默默地瞧着对方的眼睛。
“瞧，只有他们两个才开心，”穿短上衣的青年，站在聂赫留朵夫身边，也象他那样冷眼旁观着，这时指着那对情人说。
这对情人——穿橡胶上衣的小伙子和浅黄头发、模样可爱的姑娘——发觉聂赫留朵夫和那个青年在看他们，就手拉着手，伸直胳膊，身子向后仰，一面笑，一面旋舞起来。
“今儿晚上他们在这儿，在监牢里结婚，然后她跟他一起到西伯利亚去，”那个青年说。
“他是什么人？”
“是个苦役犯。就让他们俩快活快活吧，要不在这儿听着那些声音实在太难受了，”穿短上衣的青年一边听着患痨病青年的母亲的啼哭，一边又说。
“各位先生！请吧，请吧！别逼得我采取严厉的措施，”典狱长再三说。“请吧，是的，请吧！”他有气无力地说。“你们这算什么呀？时间早就到了。这样可不行啊。我最后一次对你们说，”他没精打采地重复说，一会儿点上马里兰香烟，一会儿又把它熄灭。
那些纵容一些人欺凌另一些人而又无需负责的理由，不管多么冠冕堂皇，由来已久，司空见惯，典狱长显然还是不能不承认，在造成这一屋子人痛苦上他是罪魁祸首之一，因此心情十分沉重。
最后，犯人和探监的人纷纷走散：犯人往里走，探监的人向外道门走。男人们，包括穿橡胶上衣的，患痨病的和皮肤黝黑、头发蓬乱的，都走了；玛丽雅·巴夫洛夫娜带着在狱里出生的男孩也走了。
探监的人也都走了。戴蓝眼镜的老头儿迈着沉重的步子走出去，聂赫留朵夫也跟着他出去。
“是的，这里的情况真怪，”那个健谈的青年跟聂赫留朵夫一起下楼时说，仿佛他的话头刚被打断，此刻继续说下去。
“还得谢谢上尉，他真是个好心人，不死扣规章制度。让大家谈一谈，心里也好过些。”
“难道在别的监狱里不能这样探监吗？”
“嗐，根本不行。得一个一个分开来谈，还得隔一道铁栅栏。”
聂赫留朵夫同那个自称梅顿采夫的健谈青年一边谈，一边下楼。这时，典狱长带着疲劳的神色走到他们跟前。
“您要见玛丝洛娃，请明天来吧，”他说，显然想对聂赫留朵夫表示殷勤。
“太好了，”聂赫留朵夫说着就急急地走了出去。
明肖夫无缘无故饱受煎熬，真是可怕。但最可怕的与其说是肉体上的痛苦，不如说是由于他眼看那些无故折磨他的人的残忍，心里产生困惑，因此对善和上帝不再相信。可怕的是那几百个人没有一点罪，只因为身份证上有几个字不对，就受尽屈辱和苦难。可怕的是那些看守麻木不仁，他们折磨同胞兄弟，还满以为是在做一件重大有益的工作。不过，聂赫留朵夫觉得最可怕的还是那个年老体弱、心地善良的典狱长，他不得不拆散人家的母子和父女，而他们都是亲骨肉，就同他和他的子女一样。
“这究竟是为什么呀？”聂赫留朵夫问着自己，同时精神上感到极度恶心，又逐渐发展成为生理上的恶心。他每次来到监狱都有这样的感觉，但问题的答案始终没有找到。
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THE VICE-GOVERNOR'S "AT-HOME".
The next day Nekhludoff went to see the advocate, and spoke to him about the Menshoffs' case, begging him to undertake their defence. The advocate promised to look into the case, and if it turned out to be as Nekhludoff said he would in all probability undertake the defence free of charge. Then Nekhludoff told him of the 130 men who were kept in prison owing to a mistake. "On whom did it depend? Whose fault was it?"
The advocate was silent for a moment, evidently anxious to give a correct reply.
"Whose fault is it? No one's," he said, decidedly. "Ask the Procureur, he'll say it is the Governor's; ask the Governor, he'll say it is the Procureur's fault. No one is in fault."
"I am just going to see the Vice-Governor. I shall tell him."
"Oh, that's quite useless," said the advocate, with a smile. "He is such a--he is not a relation or friend of yours?--such a blockhead, if I may say so, and yet a crafty animal at the same time."
Nekhludoff remembered what Maslennikoff had said about the advocate, and did not answer, but took leave and went on to Maslennikoff's. He had to ask Maslennikoff two things: about Maslova's removal to the prison hospital, and about the 130 passportless men innocently imprisoned. Though it was very hard to petition a man whom he did not respect, and by whose orders men were flogged, yet it was the only means of gaining his end, and he had to go through with it.
As he drove up to Maslennikoff's house Nekhludoff saw a number of different carriages by the front door, and remembered that it was Maslennikoff's wife's "at-home" day, to which he had been invited. At the moment Nekhludoff drove up there was a carriage in front of the door, and a footman in livery, with a cockade in his hat, was helping a lady down the doorstep. She was holding up her train, and showing her thin ankles, black stockings, and slippered feet. Among the carriages was a closed landau, which he knew to be the Korchagins'.
The grey-haired, red-checked coachman took off his hat and bowed in a respectful yet friendly manner to Nekhludoff, as to a gentleman he knew well. Nekhludoff had not had time to inquire for Maslennikoff, when the latter appeared on the carpeted stairs, accompanying a very important guest not only to the first landing but to the bottom of the stairs. This very important visitor, a military man, was speaking in French about a lottery for the benefit of children's homes that were to be founded in the city, and expressed the opinion that this was a good occupation for the ladies. "It amuses them, and the money comes."
_"Qu'elles s'amusent et que le bon dieu les benisse. M. Nekhludoff!_ How d'you do? How is it one never sees you?" he greeted Nekhludoff. "_Allez presenter vos devoirs a Madame._ And the Korchagins are here et Nadine Bukshevden. _Toutes les jolies femmes de la ville,_" said the important guest, slightly raising his uniformed shoulders as he presented them to his own richly liveried servant to have his military overcoat put on. "_Au revoir, mon cher._" And he pressed Maslennikoff's hand.
"Now, come up; I am so glad," said Maslennikoff, grasping Nekhludoff's hand. In spite of his corpulency Maslennikoff hurried quickly up the stairs. He was in particularly good spirits, owing to the attention paid him by the important personage. Every such attention gave him the same sense of delight as is felt by an affectionate dog when its master pats it, strokes it, or scratches its ears. It wags its tail, cringes, jumps about, presses its ears down, and madly rushes about in a circle. Maslennikoff was ready to do the same. He did not notice the serious expression on Nekhludoff's face, paid no heed to his words, but pulled him irresistibly towards the drawing-room, so that it was impossible for Nekhludoff not to follow. "Business after wards. I shall do whatever you want," said Meslennikoff, as he drew Nekhludoff through the dancing hall. "Announce Prince Nekhludoff," he said to a footman, without stopping on his way. The footman started off at a trot and passed them.
"_Vous n'avez qu' a ordonner._ But you must see my wife. As it is, I got it for letting you go without seeing her last time."
By the time they reached the drawing-room the footman had already announced Nekhludoff, and from between the bonnets and heads that surrounded it the smiling face of Anna Ignatievna, the Vice-Governor's wife, beamed on Nekhludoff. At the other end of the drawing-room several ladies were seated round the tea-table, and some military men and some civilians stood near them. The clatter of male and female voices went on unceasingly.
"Enfin! you seem to have quite forgotten us. How have we offended?" With these words, intended to convey an idea of intimacy which had never existed between herself and Nekhludoff, Anna Ignatievna greeted the newcomer.
"You are acquainted?--Madam Tilyaevsky, M. Chernoff. Sit down a bit nearer. Missy _vene donc a notre table on vous apportera votre_ the . . . And you," she said, having evidently forgotten his name, to an officer who was talking to Missy, "do come here. A cup of tea, Prince?"
"I shall never, never agree with you. It's quite simple; she did not love," a woman's voice was heard saying.
"But she loved tarts."
"Oh, your eternal silly jokes!" put in, laughingly, another lady resplendent in silks, gold, and jewels.
"C'est excellent these little biscuits, and so light. I think I'll take another."
"Well, are you moving soon?"
"Yes, this is our last day. That's why we have come. Yes, it must be lovely in the country; we are having a delightful spring."
Missy, with her hat on, in a dark-striped dress of some kind that fitted her like a skin, was looking very handsome. She blushed when she saw Nekhludoff.
"And I thought you had left," she said to him.
"I am on the point of leaving. Business is keeping me in town, and it is on business I have come here."
"Won't you come to see mamma? She would like to see you," she said, and knowing that she was saying what was not true, and that he knew it also, she blushed still more.
"I fear I shall scarcely have time," Nekhludoff said gloomily, trying to appear as if he had not noticed her blush. Missy frowned angrily, shrugged her shoulders, and turned towards an elegant officer, who grasped the empty cup she was holding, and knocking his sword against the chairs, manfully carried the cup across to another table.
"You must contribute towards the Home fund."
"I am not refusing, but only wish to keep my bounty fresh for the lottery. There I shall let it appear in all its glory."
"Well, look out for yourself," said a voice, followed by an evidently feigned laugh.
Anna Ignatievna was in raptures; her "at-home" had turned out a brilliant success. "Micky tells me you are busying yourself with prison work. I can understand you so well," she said to Nekhludoff. "Micky (she meant her fat husband, Maslennikoff) may have other defects, but you know how kind-hearted he is. All these miserable prisoners are his children. He does not regard them in any other light. _Il est d'une bonte---_" and she stopped, finding no words to do justice to this bonte of his, and quickly turned to a shrivelled old woman with bows of lilac ribbon all over, who came in just then.
Having said as much as was absolutely necessary, and with as little meaning as conventionality required, Nekhludoff rose and went up to Meslennikoff. "Can you give me a few minutes' hearing, please?"
"Oh, yes. Well, what is it?"
"Let us come in here."
They entered a small Japanese sitting-room, and sat down by the window.
第二天，聂赫留朵夫去找律师，把明肖夫母子的案件讲给他听，要求他替他们辩护。律师听完聂赫留朵夫的介绍，说要看一看案卷，又说事情要是确实象聂赫留朵夫所说的那样——这是很可能的，——他愿意担任辩护，而且不取分文报酬。聂赫留朵夫顺便给律师讲了那一百三十人冤枉坐牢的事，并问他这事该由谁负责，是谁的过错。律师沉默了一下，显然在考虑怎样作出正确的回答。
“是谁的过错吗？谁也没有过错，”他断然说。“您去对检察官说，他会说这是省长的过错。您去对省长说，他会说这是检察官的过错。总之，谁也没有过错。”
“我这就去找玛斯连尼科夫，对他说去。”
“哼，这没有用，”律师笑嘻嘻地反对说。“那个家伙，是个……他不是你的亲戚或者朋友吧？……他呀，我不客气说一句，是个笨蛋，又是个狡猾的畜生。”
聂赫留朵夫记起玛斯连尼科夫讲过律师的坏话，一言不发，跟他告了别，坐车去找玛斯连尼科夫。
聂赫留朵夫有两件事要求玛斯连尼科夫：一件是把玛丝洛娃调到医院去，一件是解决那一百三十名囚犯因身分证过期而坐牢的事。去向一个他瞧不起的人求情，虽然很难堪，但要达到目的，这是唯一的途径，他只得硬着头皮去做。
聂赫留朵夫乘车来到玛斯连尼科夫家，看见门口停着好几辆马车，有四轮轻便马车，有四轮弹簧马车，有轿车。他这才想起今天正好是玛斯连尼科夫夫人会客的日子，上次玛斯连尼科夫曾邀请他今天来他家。聂赫留朵夫到达这家公馆时，看见门口停着一辆轿车，一个帽子上钉有帽徽、身披短披肩的男仆正扶着一位太太走下台阶，准备上车。她提着长裙的下摆，脚穿便鞋，露出又黑又瘦的脚踝。聂赫留朵夫在停着的一排马车中认出柯察金家扯起篷的四轮马车。头发花白、脸色红润的马车夫毕恭毕敬地摘下帽子，向他这位特别熟识的老爷致意。聂赫留朵夫还没来得及问门房主人在什么地方，玛斯连尼科夫就出现在铺有地毯的楼梯上。他正好送一位贵客出来，因为那人的身分很高，他就不是把他送到梯台上，而是一直送到楼下。这位显要的军界客人一边下楼，一边用法语说市里举办摸彩会，为孤儿院募捐，这是太太小姐们做的一件有意义的事：“她们既可以借此机会玩一番，又可以募捐到钱。”
“让她们快活快活，愿上帝保佑她们……啊，聂赫留朵夫，您好！怎么好久没见到您了？”他向聂赫留朵夫招呼说。“您去向女主人问个好吧。柯察金一家也来了。还有纳丁·布克斯海夫登也来了。全市的美人都来了，”他一面说，一面微微耸起他那穿军服的肩膀，让他那个身着金绦制服的跟班替他穿上军大衣。“再见，老兄！”他又握了握玛斯连尼科夫的手。
“哦，上去吧，你来我真高兴！”玛斯连尼科夫兴奋地说，挽住聂赫留朵夫的胳膊，尽管他身体肥胖，还是敏捷地把聂赫留朵夫带上楼去。
玛斯连尼科夫所以特别兴奋，原因是那位显要人物对他青眼相看。玛斯连尼科夫在近卫军团供职，本来就接近皇室，经常同皇亲国戚交往，但恶习总是越来越厉害，上司的每次垂青总弄得玛斯连尼科夫心花怒放，得意忘形，就象一只温顺的小狗得到主人拍打、抚摩和搔耳朵那样。它会摇摇尾巴，缩成一团，扭动身子，垂下耳朵，疯疯癫癫地乱转圈子。玛斯连尼科夫此刻正处在这种状态。他根本没有注意聂赫留朵夫脸上严肃的神色，没有听他在说些什么，就硬把他拉到客厅里，聂赫留朵夫无法推辞，只得跟着他去。
“正事以后再说。只要你吩咐，我一定统统照办，”玛斯连尼科夫带着聂赫留朵夫穿过客厅说。“去向将军夫人通报一声，聂赫留朵夫公爵来了，”他一面走，一面对仆人说。那仆人就抢到他们前头，跑去通报。“你有事只要吩咐一声就行。但你一定得去看看我的太太。我上次没有带你去，挨过一顿骂了。”
等他们走进客厅，仆人已去通报了。安娜·伊格纳基耶夫娜，这位自称为将军夫人的副省长夫人，这时夹在长沙发周围的许多女帽和脑袋中间，满脸春风地向聂赫留朵夫点头致意。客厅另一头有一张桌子，桌上摆着茶具。有几位太太坐在那里喝茶，旁边站着几个男人，有军人，也有文官。男女喧闹的说话声从那边不断传来。
“您到底来了！您为什么不愿意同我们来往啊？我们什么地方得罪您了？”
安娜·伊格纳基耶夫娜用这样的话来迎接客人，表示她同聂赫留朵夫的关系非常亲密，其实根本不是那么一回事。
“你们认识吗？认识吗？这位是别利亚夫斯卡雅太太，这位是契尔诺夫。请坐过来一点。
“米西，您到我们这一桌来吧。茶会给您送过来的……还有您……”她对那个正在同米西谈话的军官说，显然忘记他的名字了，“请到这儿来。公爵，您用茶吗？”
“我说什么也不同意，说什么也不同意！她就是不爱他嘛，”一个女人的声音说。
“她只爱油煎包子。”
“您老是说无聊的笑话，”另一个头戴高帽、身着绸缎、浑身珠光空气的太太笑着说。
“太美了，这种华夫饼干，又薄又松。您再给我们一点。”
“怎么样，您快走了吗？”
“今天是最后一天了。因此我们特地跑来。”
“春光可美啦，现在去乡下真是再好也没有了！”
米西戴着帽子，身上那件深色条纹连衣裙紧裹着她那苗条的腰肢，没有一点皱褶，仿佛她生下来就穿着这样的衣裳，显得十分美丽。她一看见聂赫留朵夫，脸就红了。
“我还以为您已经走了呢，”她对他说。
“差一点走了，”聂赫留朵夫说。“因为有事耽搁了。我到这儿来也是有事情。”
“您去看看妈妈吧。她很想见见您呢，”她嘴里这么说，心里明白这是在撒谎，而且他也懂得这一层，因此她的脸更红了。
“恐怕没有工夫了，”聂赫留朵夫冷冷地回答，竭力装作没有发觉她脸红。
米西生气地皱起眉头，耸耸肩膀，转身去同一个风度翩翩的军官周旋。那军官从她手里接过一只空茶杯，精神抖擞地把它放到另一张桌上，弄得身上的军刀不断碰撞圈椅。
“您也应该为孤儿院捐点钱哪！”
“我又没有拒绝，不过我想到摸彩会上让大家看看，我这人有多慷慨。到那时我一定要大显身手。”
“嗨，那您可得记住哇！”接着就发出一阵装腔作势的笑声。
这个会客日过得很热闹，安娜·伊格纳基耶夫娜更是兴高采烈。
“小米卡对我说过，您在忙监狱里的事。这一点我是很了解的，”她对聂赫留朵夫说（小米卡就是指她的胖丈夫玛斯连尼科夫）。“小米卡可能有其他缺点，但您要知道，他这人心地真好。他待那些不幸的囚犯就象自己的孩子。他待他们就是这样的。他这人心地真好……”
她停住了，想不出适当的字眼来形容她丈夫的善
良，——事实上，抽打犯人的命令就是他发出的。接着她笑眯眯地招呼一个走进房来的满脸皱纹、头上扎着紫色花结的老太婆。
聂赫留朵夫为了不失礼，照例说了一些客套话，然后起身向玛斯连尼科夫那儿走去。
“那么，对不起，你能听我说几句吗？”
“哦，当然！你有什么事啊？我们到这儿来吧。”
他们走进一个日本式小书房，在窗边坐下来。
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THE VICE-GOVERNOR SUSPICIOUS.
"Well? _Je suis a vous_. Will you smoke? But wait a bit; we must be careful and not make a mess here," said Maslennikoff, and brought an ashpan. "Well?"
"There are two matters I wish to ask you about."
"Dear me!"
An expression of gloom and dejection came over Maslennikoff's countenance, and every trace of the excitement, like that of the dog's whom its master has scratched behind the cars, vanished completely. The sound of voices reached them from the drawing- room. A woman's voice was heard, saying, _"Jamais je ne croirais,"_ and a man's voice from the other side relating something in which the names of la Comtesse Voronzoff and Victor Apraksine kept recurring. A hum of voices, mixed with laughter, came from another side. Maslennikoff tried to listen to what was going on in the drawing-room and to what Nekhludoff was saying at the same time.
"I am again come about that same woman," said Nekhludoff.
"Oh, yes; I know. The one innocently condemned."
"I would like to ask that she should be appointed to serve in the prison hospital. I have been told that this could be arranged."
Maslennikoff compressed his lips and meditated. "That will be scarcely possible," he said. "However, I shall see what can be done, and shall wire you an answer tomorrow."
"I have been told that there were many sick, and help was needed."
"All right, all right. I shall let you know in any case."
"Please do," said Nekhludoff.
The sound of a general and even a natural laugh came from the drawing-room.
"That's all that Victor. He is wonderfully sharp when he is in the right vein," said Maslennikoff.
"The next thing I wanted to tell you," said Nekhludoff, "is that 130 persons are imprisoned only because their passports are overdue. They have been kept here a month."
And he related the circumstances of the case.
"How have you come to know of this?" said Maslennikoff, looking uneasy and dissatisfied.
"I went to see a prisoner, and these men came and surrounded me in the corridor, and asked . . ."
"What prisoner did you go to see?"
"A peasant who is kept in prison, though innocent. I have put his case into the hands of a lawyer. But that is not the point."
"Is it possible that people who have done no wrong are imprisoned only because their passports are overdue? And . . ."
"That's the Procureur's business," Maslennikoff interrupted, angrily. "There, now, you see what it is you call a prompt and just form of trial. It is the business of the Public Prosecutor to visit the prison and to find out if the prisoners are kept there lawfully. But that set play cards; that's all they do."
"Am I to understand that you can do nothing?" Nekhludoff said, despondently, remembering that the advocate had foretold that the Governor would put the blame on the Procureur.
"Oh, yes, I can. I shall see about it at once."
"So much the worse for her. _C'est un souffre douleur_," came the voice of a woman, evidently indifferent to what she was saying, from the drawing-room.
"So much the better. I shall take it also," a man's voice was heard to say from the other side, followed by the playful laughter of a woman, who was apparently trying to prevent the man from taking something away from her.
"No, no; not on any account," the woman's voice said.
"All right, then. I shall do all this," Maslennikoff repeated, and put out the cigarette he held in his white, turquoise-ringed hand. "And now let us join the ladies."
"Wait a moment," Nekhludoff said, stopping at the door of the drawing-room. "I was told that some men had received corporal punishment in the prison yesterday. Is this true?"
Maslennikoff blushed.
"Oh, that's what you are after? No, mon cher, decidedly it won't do to let you in there; you want to get at everything. Come, come; Anna is calling us," he said, catching Nekhludoff by the arm, and again becoming as excited as after the attention paid him by the important person, only now his excitement was not joyful, but anxious.
Nekhludoff pulled his arm away, and without taking leave of any one and without saying a word, he passed through the drawing-room with a dejected look, went down into the hall, past the footman, who sprang towards him, and out at the street door.
"What is the matter with him? What have you done to him?" asked Anna of her husband.
"This is _a la Francaise_," remarked some one.
"_A la Francaise_, indeed--it is _a la Zoulou_."
"Oh, but he's always been like that."
Some one rose, some one came in, and the clatter went on its course. The company used this episode with Nekhludoff as a convenient topic of conversation for the rest of the "at-home."
On the day following his visit to Maslennikoff, Nekhludoff received a letter from him, written in a fine, firm hand, on thick, glazed paper, with a coat-of-arms, and sealed with sealing-wax. Maslennikoff said that he had written to the doctor concerning Maslova's removal to the hospital, and hoped Nekhludoff's wish would receive attention. The letter was signed, "Your affectionate elder comrade," and the signature ended with a large, firm, and artistic flourish. "Fool!" Nekhludoff could not refrain from saying, especially because in the word "comrade" he felt Maslennikoff's condescension towards him, i.e., while Maslennikoff was filling this position, morally most dirty and shameful, he still thought himself a very important man, and wished, if not exactly to flatter Nekhludoff, at least to show that he was not too proud to call him comrade.
“嗯，来吧，我听候吩咐。要抽烟吗？等一下，我们别把这地方弄脏了，”玛斯连尼科夫说着拿来一个烟灰碟。“嗯，你说吧，有什么事？”
“我有两件事要麻烦你。”
“原来如此。”
玛斯连尼科夫的脸色变得阴郁而颓丧了。那种象被主人搔过耳朵的小狗一样兴奋的神色顿时消失得影踪全无。客厅里传来谈话声。一个女人说：“我绝对不相信，绝对不相信。”客厅另一头有个男人重复说：“伏伦卓娃伯爵夫人和维克多·阿普拉克辛。”再有一个方向传来喧闹的说笑声。玛斯连尼科夫一面留神听着客厅里的谈笑，一面听着聂赫留朵夫说话。
“我还是为了那个女人的事来找你，”聂赫留朵夫说。
“哦，就是那个被冤枉判罪的女人吗？我知道，我知道。”
“我求你把她调到医院里去工作。据说，可以这么办。”
玛斯连尼科夫抿紧嘴唇，考虑起来。
“恐怕不行，”他说。“不过，我去同他们商量一下，明天给你回电。”
“我听说那里病人很多，需要护士。”
“好吧，好吧。不管怎么样，我都会给你回音的。”
“那么，费神了，”聂赫留朵夫说。
客厅里传来一阵哄笑声，听上去似乎不是装出来的。
“这是维克多在作怪，”玛斯连尼科夫笑着说，“他兴致好的时候，说话总是俏皮得很。”
“再有一件事，”聂赫留朵夫说，“现在监狱里还关着一百三十个人，他们没有什么罪，就因为身分证过期了。他们在那里已经关了一个月了。”
聂赫留朵夫就说明他们是怎样被关押的。
“你怎么知道这些事？”玛斯连尼科夫问，脸上忽然现出焦虑和恼怒的神色。
“我去找一个被告，他们在走廊里把我围住，要求我……”
“你找的是哪一个被告哇？”
“一个农民，他平白无故遭到控告，我替他请了一位律师。这且不去说它。难道那些人没有犯一点罪，只因为身分证过期就该坐牢吗？……”
“这是检察官的事，”玛斯连尼科夫恼怒地打断聂赫留朵夫的话说。“这就是你所谓办事迅速、公平合理的审判制度。副检察官本来有责任视察监狱，调查在押人员是不是都合乎法律手续。可是他们什么也不干，只知道打牌。”
“那你就毫无办法吗？”聂赫留朵夫想起律师说过，省长会把责任往检察官身上推，老大不高兴地说。
“不，我会管的。我马上就去处理。”
“对她来说，这样更糟。这个苦命的女人，”客厅里传来一个女人的声音，她对刚刚讲的那件事显然漠不关心。
“那样更好，我把这个也带走，”另一头传来一个男人戏谑的声音，以及一个女人的嬉笑声，她似乎不肯把一件什么东西给他。
“不行，不行，说什么也不行，”女人的声音说。
“好吧，那些事让我去办吧，”玛斯连尼科夫用戴绿松石戒指的白手熄灭香烟，重复说，“现在我们到太太们那儿去吧。”
“对了，还有一件事，”聂赫留朵夫没有走进客厅，在门口站住说。“我听说昨天监牢里有人受了体罚。真有这样的事吗？”
玛斯连尼科夫脸红了。
“阿，你是说那件事吗？不，老兄，真不能放你到监狱里去，什么闲事你都要管。走吧，走吧，安娜在叫我们了，”他说着挽住聂赫留朵夫的胳膊，情绪又非常激动，就象刚才那位贵客光临时一样，但此刻不是兴高采烈，而是惊惶不安。
聂赫留朵夫从玛斯连尼利夫的臂弯里抽出胳膊，没有向谁告别，也没有说什么，脸色阴沉地穿过客厅和大厅，从站起来向他致意的男仆们面前经过，走到前厅，来到街上。
“他怎么了？你什么事得罪他了？”安娜问丈夫。
“他这是法国人作风，”有人说。
“这哪儿是法国人作风，这是祖鲁人①作风。”
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①非洲东南部一个民族。
“嗯，他向来是这样的。”
有人起身告辞，有人刚刚来到，叽叽喳喳的谈话在继续着。聂赫留朵夫的事便自然而然成了今天谈话的好话题。
聂赫留朵夫走访玛斯连尼科夫后的第二天，就收到他的来信。玛斯连尼科夫在一张印有官衔、打有火漆印的光滑厚信纸上字迹奔放地写道，关于把玛丝洛娃调到医院一事他已写信给医生，估计可以如愿以偿。信末署名是“热爱你的老同事玛斯连尼科夫”，而“玛斯连尼科夫”这个名字则是用花俏粗大的字体签署的。
“蠢货！”聂赫留朵夫忍不住说。从“同事”这两个字上特别感觉到玛斯连尼科夫对他有一种屈尊俯就的味道，表示他玛斯连尼科夫虽然担任着伤天害理的无耻职务，仍自以为是个要人。他自称是他的同事，即使不是有意奉承，至少也表示并未因自己名位显赫而目中无人。
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等级: 内阁元老
配偶: 回到夏末之初
生日：1.21，周年5.13，结拜6.20，结拜：8.18，结婚：11.11
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NEKHLUDOFF'S THIRD INTERVIEW WITH MASLOVA IN PRISON.
One of the most widespread superstitions is that every man has his own special, definite qualities; that a man is kind, cruel, wise, stupid, energetic, apathetic, etc. Men are not like that. We may say of a man that he is more often kind than cruel, oftener wise than stupid, oftener energetic than apathetic, or the reverse; but it would be false to say of one man that he is kind and wise, of another that he is wicked and foolish. And yet we always classify mankind in this way. And this is untrue. Men are like rivers: the water is the same in each, and alike in all; but every river is narrow here, is more rapid there, here slower, there broader, now clear, now cold, now dull, now warm. It is the same with men. Every man carries in himself the germs of every human quality, and sometimes one manifests itself, sometimes another, and the man often becomes unlike himself, while still remaining the same man, In some people these changes are very rapid, and Nekhludoff was such a man. These changes in him were due to physical and to spiritual causes. At this time he experienced such a change.
That feeling of triumph and joy at the renewal of life which he had experienced after the trial and after the first interview with Katusha, vanished completely, and after the last interview fear and revulsion took the place of that joy. He was determined not to leave her, and not to change his decision of marrying her, if she wished it; but it seemed very hard, and made him suffer.
On the day after his visit to Maslennikoff, he again went to the prison to see her.
The inspector allowed him to speak to her, only not in the advocate's room nor in the office, but in the women's visiting-room. In spite of his kindness, the inspector was more reserved with Nekhludoff than hitherto.
An order for greater caution had apparently been sent, as a result of his conversation with Meslennikoff.
"You may see her," the inspector said; "but please remember what I said as regards money. And as to her removal to the hospital, that his excellency wrote to me about, it can be done; the doctor would agree. Only she herself does not wish it. She says, 'Much need have I to carry out the slops for the scurvy beggars.' You don't know what these people are, Prince," he added.
Nekhludoff did not reply, but asked to have the interview. The inspector called a jailer, whom Nekhludoff followed into the women's visiting-room, where there was no one but Maslova waiting. She came from behind the grating, quiet and timid, close up to him, and said, without looking at him:
"Forgive me, Dmitri Ivanovitch, I spoke hastily the day before yesterday."
"It is not for me to forgive you," Nekhludoff began.
"But all the same, you must leave me," she interrupted, and in the terribly squinting eyes with which she looked at him Nekhludoff read the former strained, angry expression.
"Why should I leave you?"
"So."
"But why so?"
She again looked up, as it seemed to him, with the same angry look.
"Well, then, thus it is," she said. "You must leave me. It is true what I am saying. I cannot. You just give it up altogether." Her lips trembled and she was silent for a moment. "It is true. I'd rather hang myself."
Nekhludoff felt that in this refusal there was hatred and unforgiving resentment, but there was also something besides, something good. This confirmation of the refusal in cold blood at once quenched all the doubts in Nekhludoff's bosom, and brought back the serious, triumphant emotion he had felt in relation to Katusha.
"Katusha, what I have said I will again repeat," he uttered, very seriously. "I ask you to marry me. If you do not wish it, and for as long as you do not wish it, I shall only continue to follow you, and shall go where you are taken."
"That is your business. I shall not say anything more," she answered, and her lips began to tremble again.
He, too, was silent, feeling unable to speak.
"I shall now go to the country, and then to Petersburg," he said, when he was quieter again. "I shall do my utmost to get your--- our case, I mean, reconsidered, and by the help of God the sentence may be revoked."
"And if it is not revoked, never mind. I have deserved it, if not in this case, in other ways," she said, and he saw how difficult it was for her to keep down her tears.
"Well, have you seen Menshoff?" she suddenly asked, to hide her emotion. "It's true they are innocent, isn't it?"
"Yes, I think so."
"Such a splendid old woman," she said.
There was another pause.
"Well, and as to the hospital?" she suddenly said, and looking at him with her squinting eyes. "If you like, I will go, and I shall not drink any spirits, either."
Nekhludoff looked into her eyes. They were smiling.
"Yes, yes, she is quite a different being," Nekhludoff thought. After all his former doubts, he now felt something he had never before experienced--the certainty that love is invincible.
When Maslova returned to her noisome cell after this interview, she took off her cloak and sat down in her place on the shelf bedstead with her hands folded on her lap. In the cell were only the consumptive woman, the Vladimir woman with her baby, Menshoff's old mother, and the watchman's wife. The deacon's daughter had the day before been declared mentally diseased and removed to the hospital. The rest of the women were away, washing clothes. The old woman was asleep, the cell door stood open, and the watchman's children were in the corridor outside. The Vladimir woman, with her baby in her arms, and the watchman's wife, with the stocking she was knitting with deft fingers, came up to Maslova. "Well, have you had a chat?" they asked. Maslova sat silent on the high bedstead, swinging her legs, which did not reach to the floor.
"What's the good of snivelling?" said the watchman's wife. "The chief thing's not to go down into the dumps. Eh, Katusha? Now, then!" and she went on, quickly moving her fingers.
Maslova did not answer.
"And our women have all gone to wash," said the Vladimir woman. "I heard them say much has been given in alms to-day. Quite a lot has been brought."
"Finashka," called out the watchman's wife, "where's the little imp gone to?"
She took a knitting needle, stuck it through both the ball and the stocking, and went out into the corridor.
At this moment the sound of women's voices was heard from the corridor, and the inmates of the cell entered, with their prison shoes, but no stockings on their feet. Each was carrying a roll, some even two. Theodosia came at once up to Maslova.
"What's the matter; is anything wrong?" Theodosia asked, looking lovingly at Maslova with her clear, blue eyes. "This is for our tea," and she put the rolls on a shelf.
"Why, surely he has not changed his mind about marrying?" asked Korableva.
"No, he has not, but I don't wish to," said Maslova, "and so I told him."
"More fool you!" muttered Korableva in her deep tones.
"If one's not to live together, what's the use of marrying?" said Theodosia.
"There's your husband--he's going with you," said the watchman's wife.
"Well, of course, we're married," said Theodosia. "But why should he go through the ceremony if he is not to live with her?"
"Why, indeed! Don't be a fool! You know if he marries her she'll roll in wealth," said Korableva.
"He says, 'Wherever they take you, I'll follow,'" said Maslova. "If he does, it's well; if he does not, well also. I am not going to ask him to. Now he is going to try and arrange the matter in Petersburg. He is related to all the Ministers there. But, all the same, I have no need of him," she continued.
"Of course not," suddenly agreed Korableva, evidently thinking about something else as she sat examining her bag. "Well, shall we have a drop?"
"You have some," replied Maslova. "I won't."
有一种迷信流传很广，认为每一个人都有固定的天性：有的善良，有的凶恶，有的聪明，有的愚笨，有的热情，有的冷漠，等等。其实人并不是这样的。我们可以说，有些人善良的时候多于凶恶的时候，聪明的时候多于愚笨的时候，热情的时候多于冷漠的时候，或者正好相反。但要是我们说一个人善良或者聪明，说另一个人凶恶或者愚笨，那就不对了。可我们往往是这样区分人的。这是不符合实际情况的。人好象河流，河水都一样，到处相同，但每一条河都是有的地方河身狭窄，水流湍急，有的地方河身宽阔，水流缓慢，有的地方河水清澈，有的地方河水浑浊，有的地方河水冰凉，有的地方河水温暖。人也是这样。每一个人都具有各种人性的胚胎，有时表现这一种人性，有时表现那一种人性。他常常变得面目全非，但其实还是他本人。有些人身上的变化特别厉害。聂赫留朵夫就是这一类人。这种变化，有的出于生理原因，有的出于精神原因。聂赫留朵夫现在就处在这样的变化之中。
在法庭审判以后，在第一次探望卡秋莎以后，他体会到一种获得新生的庄严而欢乐的心情。如今这种心情已一去不返，代替它的是最近一次会面后产生的恐惧甚至嫌恶她的情绪。他决定不再抛弃她，也没有改变同她结婚的决心，只要她愿意的话，然而现在这件事却使他感到痛苦和烦恼。
在走访玛斯连尼科夫后的第二天，他又坐车到监狱去看她。
典狱长准许他同她会面，但不在办公室，也不在律师办事室，而是在女监探望室里。典狱长虽然心地善良，但这次对待聂赫留朵夫的态度不如上次热情。聂赫留朵夫同玛斯连尼科夫的两次谈话显然产生了不良后果，上级指示典狱长对这个探监人要特别警惕。
“见面是可以的，”典狱长说，“只是有关钱的事，请您务必接受我的要求……至于阁下写信提出要把她调到医院里去，那是可以的，医生也同意了。只是她自己不愿意，她说：‘要我去给那些病鬼倒便壶，我才不干呢……’您瞧，公爵，她们那帮人就是这样的，”他补充说。
聂赫留朵夫什么也没回答，只要求让他进去探望。典狱长派一个看守带他去。聂赫留朵夫就跟着他走进一间空荡荡的女监探望室。
玛丝洛娃已经在那里。她从铁栅栏后面走出来，模样文静而羞怯。她走到聂赫留朵夫紧跟前，眼睛不看他，低声说：
“请您原谅我，德米特里·伊凡为奇，前天我话说得不好。”
“可轮不到我来原谅您……”聂赫留朵夫想说，但没有说下去。
“不过您还是离开我的好，”玛丝洛娃补充说，用可怕的目光斜睨了他一眼。聂赫留朵夫在她的眼睛里又看到了紧张而愤恨的神色。
“究竟为什么我得离开您呢？”
“就该这样。”
“为什么就该这样？”
她又用他认为愤恨的目光瞅了瞅他。
“嗯，说实在的，”她说。“您还是离开我吧，我对您说的是实话。我受不了。您把您那套想法丢掉吧，”她嘴唇哆嗦地说，接着沉默了一下。“我这是实话。要不我宁可上吊。”
聂赫留朵夫觉得，她这样拒绝，表示她因为他加于她的屈辱恨他，不能饶恕他，但也夹杂着一种美好而重要的因素。她这样平心静气地再次拒绝他，这就立刻消除了聂赫留朵夫心里的种种猜疑，使他恢复了原先那种严肃、庄重和爱怜的心情。
“卡秋莎，我原先怎么说，现在还是怎么说，”他特别认真地说。“我求你同我结婚。要是你不愿意，现在不愿意，那么，我继续跟着你，你被发送到哪里，我也跟到哪里。”
“那是您的事。我没有别的话要说了，”她说，嘴唇又哆嗦起来。
聂赫留朵夫也不作声，觉得说不下去了。
“我现在先到乡下去一下，然后上彼得堡，”他终于镇定下来说。“我将为您的事……为我们的事去奔走。上帝保佑，他们会撤销原判的。”
“不撤销也没有关系。我就算不为这事，也该为别的事受这个罪……”玛丝洛娃说，他看见她好容易才忍住眼泪。“那么，您看到明肖夫了吗？”她突然问，以此来掩盖自己的激动。
“他们没有犯罪，是吗？”
“我想是的。”
“那个老太婆可好了，”她说。
聂赫留朵夫把从明肖夫那儿打听到的情况都告诉了她。
他问她还需要什么，她回答说什么也不需要。
他们又沉默了。
“哦，至于医院的事，”她忽然用那斜睨的眼睛瞅了他一眼，说，“要是您要我去，那我就去。酒我也不再喝了……”
聂赫留朵夫默默地瞧了瞧她的眼睛。她的眼睛在微笑。
“那很好，”他只能说出这样一句话来，说完就同她告别了。
“是啊，是啊，她简直换了一个人了，”聂赫留朵夫想。他消除了原来的种种疑虑，产生了一种崭新的感觉，那就是相信爱的力量是不可战胜的。
玛丝洛娃在同聂赫留朵夫见面以后，回到臭气熏天的牢房里，脱下囚袍，坐到铺上，两手支住膝盖。牢房里只有几个人：那个原籍弗拉基米尔省、带着奶娃娃的患痨病女人，明肖夫的老母亲，以及道口工和她的两个孩子。诵经士的女儿昨天诊断有精神病，被送进了医院。其余的女人都洗衣服去了。老太婆躺在铺上睡觉；牢房门开着，几个孩子都在走廊里玩。弗拉基米尔省女人手里抱着孩子，道口工拿着一只袜子，一面手指灵敏地不断编织着，一面走到玛丝洛娃跟前。
“嗯，怎么样，见到了？”她们问。
玛丝洛娃没有回答，坐在高高的铺上，晃动着两条够不到地的腿。
“你哭什么呀？”道口工说。“千万别灰心。哎，卡秋莎！
说吧！”她两手敏捷地编织着，说。
玛丝洛娃没有回答。
“她们都洗衣服去了。据说，今天来了一大批捐献物品。
送来的东西可多了，”弗拉基米尔省女人说。
“菲纳什卡！”道口工对着门外叫道。“这淘气鬼不知跑到哪儿去了。”
她说着抽出一根针，把它插在线团和袜子里，来到走廊里。
这时候，走廊里传来一片脚步声和女人说话声。住在这里的女犯都光脚穿着棉鞋，走进牢房，人人手里拿着一个白面包，有的还拿着两个。费多霞立刻走到玛丝洛娃跟前。
“怎么样，有什么事不顺心吗？”费多霞问，她那双明亮的浅蓝眼睛亲切地瞧着玛丝洛娃。“瞧，这是给我们当点心吃的，”她说着把白面包放到架子上。
“怎么，是不是他变卦了，不想同你结婚了？”柯拉勃列娃问。
“不，他没有变卦，是我不愿意，”玛丝洛娃说，“我就这样对他说了。”
“瞧你这个傻瓜！”柯拉勃列娃声音沙哑地说。
“是啊，既然不能住在一起，结婚还有什么意思呢？”费多霞说。
“那你的丈夫不是要跟你一块儿走吗？”道口工说。
“那有什么，我们是正式夫妻嘛，”费多霞说。“可他们，不能住在一起，那又何必结婚呢？”
“你自己才是傻瓜！‘何必结婚？’要是他娶了她，就会让她过富日子了。”
“他说：‘不论你被发送到哪里，我都跟你到哪里，’”玛丝洛娃说：“他去就去，不去就不去。我可不求他。现在他上彼得堡奔走去了。那边的大臣全是他的亲戚，”她继续说，“不过我还是不需要他。”
“这个当然！”柯拉勃列娃忽然同意说，一面理着她的袋子，显然在想别的事。“咱们来喝点酒怎么样？”
“我不喝了，”玛丝洛娃回答。“你们喝吧。”
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