《the man who was afraid》

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〃That's true。 Oh; how true that is!〃

And Foma was inspired with the desire to say something correct and important; after which these people might regard him in a different light; for he was displeased with the fact that all; save the light…haired fellow; kept silent and looked at him askance; surlily; with such weary; gloomy eyes。

〃It is necessary to do such work;〃 he said; moving his eyebrows。 〃Such work that people may say a thousand years hence: 'This was done by the peasants of Bogorodskyes!

The light…haired fellow glanced at Foma with astonishment and asked:

〃Are we; perhaps; to drink the Volga dry?〃 Then he sniffed and; nodding his head; announced: 〃We can't do thatwe should all burst。〃

Foma became confused at his words and looked about him; the peasants were smiling morosely; disdainfully; sarcastically。 And these smiles stung him like needles。 A serious…looking peasant; with a big gray beard; who had not yet opened his mouth up to that time; suddenly opened it now; came closer to Foma and said slowly:

〃And even if we were to drink the Volga dry; and eat up that mountain; into the bargainthat too would be forgotten; your Honour。 Everything will be forgotten。 Life is long。 It is not for us to do such deeds as would stand out above everything else。 But we can put up scaffoldingsthat we can!〃

He spoke and sceptically spitting at his feet; indifferently walked off from Foma; and slipped into the crowd; as a wedge into a tree。 His words crushed Foma completely; he felt; that the peasants considered him stupid and ridiculous。 And in order to save his importance as master in their eyes; to attract again the now exhausted attention of the peasants to himself; he bristled up; comically puffed up his cheeks and blurted out in an impressive voice:

〃I make you a present of three buckets of vodka。〃

Brief speeches have always the most meaning and are always apt to produce a strong impression。 The peasants respectfully made way for Foma; making low bows to him; and; smiling merrily and gratefully; thanked him for his generosity in a unanimous roar of approval。

〃Take me over to the shore;〃 said Foma; feeling that the excitement that had just been aroused in him would not last long。 A worm was gnawing his heart; and he was weary。

〃I feel disgusted!〃 he said; entering the hut where Sasha; in a smart; pink gown; was bustling about the table; arranging wines and refreshments。 〃I feel disgusted; Aleksandra! If you could only do something with me; eh?〃

She looked at him attentively and; seating herself on the bench; shoulder to shoulder with him; said:

〃Since you feel disgustedit means that you want something。 What is it you want?〃

〃I don't know!〃 replied Foma; nodding his head mournfully。

〃Think of itsearch。〃

〃I am unable to think。 Nothing comes out of my thinking。〃

〃Eh; you; my child!〃 said Sasha; softly and disdainfully; moving away from him。 〃Your head is superfluous to you。〃

Foma neither caught her tone nor noticed her movement。 Leaning his hands against the bench; he bent forward; looked at the floor; and; swaying his body to and fro; said:

〃Sometimes I think and thinkand the whole soul is stuck round with thoughts as with tar。 And suddenly everything disappears; without leaving any trace。 Then it is dark in the soul as in a cellardark; damp and emptythere is nothing at all in it! It is even terribleI feel then as though I were not a man; but a bottomless ravine。 You ask me what I want?〃

Sasha looked at him askance and pensively began to sing softly:

〃Eh; when the wind blowsmist comes from the sea。〃

〃I don't want to carouseit is repulsive! Always the samethe people; the amusements; the wine。 When I grow maliciousI'd thrash everybody。 I am not pleased with menwhat are they? It is impossible to understand themwhy do they keep on living? And when they speak the truthto whom are we to listen? One says this; another that。 While II cannot say anything。〃

〃Eh; without thee; dear; my life is weary;〃

sang Sasha; staring at the wall before her。 And Foma kept on rocking and said:

〃There are times when I feel guilty before men。 Everybody lives; makes noise; while I am frightened; staggeredas if I did not feel the earth under me。 Was it; perhaps; my mother that endowed me with apathy? My godfather says that she was as cold as ice that she was forever yearning towards something。 I am also yearning。 Toward men I am yearning。 I'd like to go to them and say: 'Brethren; help me! Teach me! I know not how to live!。 And if I am guiltyforgive me!' But looking about; I see there's no one to speak to。 No one wants itthey are all rascals! And it seems they are even worse than I am。 For I am; at least; ashamed of living as I am; while they are not! They go on。〃

Foma uttered some violent; unbecoming invectives and became silent。 Sasha broke off her song and moved still farther away from him。 The wind was raging outside the window; hurling dust against the window…panes。 Cockroaches were rustling on the oven as they crawled over a bunch of pine wood splinters。 Somewhere in the yard a calf was lowing pitifully。

Sasha glanced at Foma; with a sarcastic smile; and said:

〃There's another unfortunate creature lowing。 You ought to go to him; perhaps you could sing in unison。 And placing her hand on his curly head she jestingly pushed it on the side。

〃What are people like yourself good for? That's what you ought to think of。 What are you groaning about? You are disgusted with being idleoccupy yourself; then; with business。〃

〃0h Lord!〃 Foma nodded his head。 〃It is hard for one to make himself understood。 Yes; it is hard!〃 And irritated; he almost cried out: 〃What business? I have no yearning toward business! What is business? Business is merely a nameand if you should look into the depth; into the root of ityou'll find it is nothing but absurdity! Do I not understand it? I understand everything; I see everything; I feel everything! Only my tongue is dumb。 What aim is there in business? Money? I have plenty of it! I could choke you to death with it; cover you with it。 All this business is nothing but fraud。 I meet business peoplewell; and what about them? Their greediness is immense; and yet they purposely whirl about in business that they might not see themselves。 They hide themselves; the devils。 Try to free them from this bustlewhat will happen? Like blind men they will grope about hither and thither; they'll lose their mindthey'll go mad! I know it! Do you think that business brings happiness into man? No; that's not sosomething else is missing here。 This is not everything yet! The river flows that men may sail on it; the tree growsto be useful; the dogto guard the house。 There is justification for everything in the world! And men; like cockroaches; are altogether superfluous on earth。 Everything is for them; and theywhat are they for? Aha! Wherein is their justification? Ha; ha; ha!〃

Foma was triumphant。 It seemed to him that he had found something good for himself; something severe against men。 And feeling that; because of this; there was great joy in him; he laughed loudly。

〃Does not your head ache?〃 inquired Sasha; anxiously; scrutinizing his face。

〃My soul aches!〃 exclaimed Foma; passionately。 〃And it aches because it is uprightbecause it is not to be satisfied with trifles。 Answer it; how to live? To what purpose? Theretake my godfatherhe is wise! He sayscreate life! But he's the only one like this。 Well; I'll ask him; wait! And everybody sayslife has usurped us! Life has choked us。 I shall ask these; too。 And how can we create life? You must keep it in your hands to do this; you must be master over it。 You cannot make even a pot; without taking the clay into your hands。〃

〃Listen!〃 said Sasha; seriously。 〃I think you ought to get married; that's all!〃

〃What for?〃 asked Foma; shrugging his shoulders。

〃You need a bridle。〃

〃All right! I am living with youyou are all of a kind; are you not? One is not sweeter than the other。 I had one before you; of the same kind as you。 No; but that one did it for love's sake。 She had taken a liking to meand consented; she was goodbut; otherwise; she was in every way the same as youthough you are prettier than she。 But I took a liking to a certain ladya lady of noble birth! They said she led a loose life; but I did not get her。 Yes; she was clever; intelligent; she lived in luxury。 I used to thinkthat's where I'll taste the real thing! I did not get herand; it may be; if I had succeeded; all would have taken a different turn。 I yearned toward her。 I thoughtI could not tear myself away。 While now that I have given myself to drink; I've drowned her in wineI am forgetting herand that also is wrong。 0 man! You are a rascal; to be frank。〃

Foma became silent and sank into meditation。 And Sasha rose from the bench and paced the hut to and fro; biting her lips。 Then she stopped short before him; and; clasping her hands to her head; said:

〃Do you know what? I'll leave you。〃

〃Where will you go?〃 asked Foma; without lifting his head。

〃I don't knowit's all the same!〃

〃But why?〃

〃You're always saying unnecessary things。 It is lonesome with you。 You make me sad。〃

Foma lifted his head; looked at her and burst into mournful laught
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