短篇小说 》 Static 》
Static
Ivan Bunin
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But Geneva, where? A short work, we stand at a loss to stop. All the distance, are generally bright dazzling veil covered with fog. Only the tip side of the road has street bathed in the rays, the like is worth more. So we walked towards which we mistakenly believe that the road is floating around glorious gold.
The early sun through the haze, according to a deserted warm the banks, all eyes are all light Ying radiance. But the valley of the Sava Lake Geneva and the distant mountains are still chilly in the cold spit. We walked Hudi, and could not help but astonishment and joy to stand a foot, when people suddenly saw the infinite boundless oceans, lakes, or from the top of the mountain overlooking the valley, can not help but have this feeling of surprise and delight . Savoy Mountain ablation in the dazzling morning light into Lan. Difficult to discern in the sun, and only looked intently in order to see the ridge like a thin gold thread, meandering in the mid-air, then you will feel there Stretching focus mountainous. Afar, in a broad valley, in the chilly, wet but refreshing mist, sideways blue, clear, deep Lake Geneva. Lake still sleep, surrounded by the mouth of the ramp in the city of sailing boats are still sleeping. They like the open wings of the giant bird of gray, but also in the early morning silence unable to flapping flight. Close to the lake two or three seagulls soaring leisurely, the small solitary one of them cold, suddenly swept from our side, flew toward the street. We immediately turned around and looked at it, saw it suddenly turned and flew back then, it must have been terrified ... not used to the street toward the sun above the horizon ... on the occasion of the beginning of a seagull flying into the city to living in the city's residents that the more fortunate!
We are anxious to enter the embrace of the mountains, boating on the lake, heading somewhere far away ... ... but not the fog dispersed, within walking distance to the urban areas we had walked in the hotel and bought wine and cheese and enjoy the purifying effects of the friendly streets and quiet golden beauty of the picturesque garden of poplars and plane trees. In the garden at the top, the sky has been clearance, crystal turquoise was like in general.
"You know," my companion said to me, "In each place I can not believe I always really into this place, because these places, I have only looked at the map, fantasy went to a trip And to remind myself that this is only a fantasy. Italy behind in the mountains, away from us very close, you feel it? in this wonderful fall, you feel the southern presence? Look, over there Savoy ①, read our childhood stories of encouraging people to tears by describing the monkey holding the home of Savoy kids! "
Quayside, boats and boatmen are sleepy in the sun. In the sparkling clear blue water, you can see the bottom of the gravel, wood piles and wrecks. This is exactly like a summer morning, the air only dominated the kind of quiet and transparent, to tell people it is now late autumn. The fog has dissipated without a trace, along the valley, the lake looked very present, you can see exotic far. We can not wait to take off your coat, rolled up his sleeves, picked up the paddle. Terminal after the ship landed, and away from us. Also away from us Guanghua sparkling in the sun city, lake and parks ... ... in front of sparkling, Yao had spent all of our eyes, the ship's side of the lake deeper and deeper, more heavy, more and more transparent. The oar into the water, feeling the flexibility of water, looking out from the propeller under the water drops splashing is really a great pleasure. I looked back and saw that my companion rose flush of the face, saw freely, quietly slope of slow waves in the middle of the vast mountains of Tanzania blue, see the mountains and plains was turning yellow in the woods and vineyards, and _set_ off intervening blocks of villas. For a moment, we have stopped the paddle, around the suddenly quiet down, so still so deep. We close our eyes, a long time to listen, and what a sound was heard, only the boat cut through the water, the water flow through the rigid side of the ship issued gurgling sound. Even this bubbling sound of water alone can guess how clean the lake, so clear.
"Plan?" I asked.
"Hold on, you hear!"
I paddle from the water, even the gurgling sound of water has gradually disappeared. One from the drops of water dripping on the oar, and then another one ... ... the sun will shine on our face is getting hot ... ... Just then, a burst of melodious bell, from a place far, far away Gone with the Wind to our ears International, which is somewhere in the mountains of a lone bell. It is so far away from us; sometimes we can only faintly be heard.
"Do you remember ② Cologne Cathedral bells?" I asked my companion down the sound.
"Look, we have in the middle of the arms of Seung Sahn," When the ship gradually smaller, finally disappearing in the distant future, my traveling companion said to me, "life has to stay in there, stay in the mountains outside of the We have entered the silent state of happiness, why the silence of the name of the state, we can not find the right word language. "As he slowly paddled oar, while speaking, listen. Lake Geneva increasingly vast land around us. Bell suddenly near or far, it seems to be absent.
"What in the mountains where there is a small bell tower," I thought, "alone in using it Huichangdangqi tribute to the Sunday morning bells of tranquility and quiet, overlooking the blue call people marching Road, Lake Geneva to go there ... it ... "
Jimu around, the mountains are large and small trees cast a bright but gentle autumn, show blocks of Tsui pour beautiful villa is quiet to spend this sunny autumn day ... ... I fetched a glass of water, Wash the cup, then pour the water into the air. Water flew into the sky, darting out of a Road light.
"Do you remember the" Manfred "④ it?" My companion said, "Manfred Burr Martinez Alps ⑤ standing in the waterfall. A time when noon. His incantations, with hands around a skim water, pour on the air. So the rainbow in the waterfall there immediately ... ... written in the Virgin Mountains and more beautiful! at the moment I was thinking, people can worship the water, the establishment of worship of water education, establishment of Zoroastrianism as the same ... ... divine power of nature is really incredible! who live in the world, breathing the air, see the sky, water, sun, this is how great happiness! can we still do not feel happy! Why? is because our life is short, because we alone, Because our lives many errors? Take this Lake Geneva, for instance, when Shelley came here, Byron had come ... ... Later, Maupassant also came. He left alone, but his heart is the desire world happiness. then all of the idealists, all the lovers, all the young people to seek happiness for all people who come here have been away pass away, forever gone. me and you one day also will pass away away ... ... Would you like some wine? "I handed over the glass, he refilled my wine, and then with a touch of melancholy smile, plus meeting, said:" I think that one day I will be integrated into an ever this keep silence, we have to stand on the door, our happiness inside that door. Do you remember that Ibsen was: 'Maya, do you hear that silence? ⑥ I would like to ask you : Did you hear the silence of the mountains it? "
We long to look into the distance with many piles of mountains and shrouded mountains clean, soft blue sky, the air filled with the fall of the hopeless sad. We imagine that we are far into the hinterland of mountains, standing on the human footprint has never been there ... ... the sun shines around the valley have been locked mountains, there is only the vulture flying in the sky between the mountains and the vast air ... ... the mountains only two of us, we increasingly remote and went to the mountains, like those in search of edelweiss and died in the deep forests, like ... ...
That and I travel to experience the joy and pain of so many fellow travelers ⑦, is the love of my life a limited number of people, my essay is dedicated to him. At the same time I also took the essay to the two of us all like-minded friends to pay tribute Ping floating horizon.
1901
Translation Cong Dai
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① French province name, adjacent to Switzerland.
② German city names.
③ the French province.
④ "Manfred" is the English poet Lord Byron's drama, published in 1817. In 1903, Bunin translated into Russian.
⑤ located in southern Switzerland, is part of the Alps.
⑥ the phrase from the Norwegian playwright Henrik Ibsen "When we wake the dead when," a drama of the first act.
⑦ means a Russian painter and connoisseur of antiquities 弗巴库罗夫 Sharansky (1869-1915)
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