| 67 | 68 | 69 | 70 | 71 |
| 1 | 31 | 62 | 93 | 124 |
|
for ten years, and this is the first time a man like you has pitied me!
I have been pitied by my boon-companions, by rakes and by women; but a
reasonable, good man like you ... Thank you! How did I come to my ruin?
First, through drink. It is not that drink tastes nice; but do what I
will, I always feel I am not doing the right thing, and I feel ashamed.
I talk to you now, and feel ashamed. As for being a Maréchal de la
noblesse, or a Bank Director--I should feel ashamed, so ashamed! It is
only when I drink that I do not feel this shame. And music: not operas
or Beethoven, but gipsies!... That is life! Energy flows into one's
veins! And then those dear black eyes, and those smiles! And the more
delicious it is, the more ashamed one feels afterwards.
PRINCE ABRÉZKOV. How about work?
FÉDYA. I have tried it, but it's no good. I am always dissatisfied with
it--but what's the use of talking about myself! I thank you.
PRINCE ABRÉZKOV. Then what am I to say?
FÉDYA. Tell them I will do what they wish. They want to get married, and
that there should be no obstacle to their marriage?
PRINCE ABRÉZKOV. Of course.
FÉDYA. I'll do it! Tell them I will certainly do it.
6
9
Page
Quick Jump
|