短篇小说 》 Autumn 》
Autumn
Ivan Bunin
秋
1
Moment of quiet down in the living room, she took the opportunity to stand up, and glanced at me.
"Oh, I say good-bye," she sighed softly, my heart suddenly worth shocked, and I sensed a great joy to have been waiting for me, I finally achieved her secret things that pile.
Throughout the evening, I am glued to keep her around; the whole night, I have to catch hidden in her eyes flash, absent-minded look, and although only dimly show it, the warmth more strongly than before. She was speaking at the moment, "I say good-bye," when He spoke like a regret, but I actually can out of the implication: She was convinced that I would go with her.
"You leaving?" She asked, can almost be certain tone. "So, you can send me back, then?" She said casually, plus complement, but can not help but have a little bit, actually turn around and smiled at me.
Her graceful posture, soft, and her hand in a light and skillful action brought black dress. That she has just smiled, her first release of the beautiful flower face, eye to her black hair, even her neck piece of delicate pearl necklace and diamond earrings that flash, all showing an initial fall the shy girl in love. When people have asked her to convey her greetings to her husband, and later in the hallway for her coat, I have been on tenterhooks, fearing what people want and our peers.
But I worry too much, and no one to interfere with us. We went to the door, opened it, a light immediately put into the dark yard, then the door is gently closed. My whole body shiver with excitement, but I tried to be restrained, I just feel over the body up and down to get high, and I hanging on her arm, hospitality every possible step to help her down the steps.
"You see?" She looked at the foot of the side asked.
Revealed once again in her voice that gave me encouragement sweetness over me.
I stepped on the fallen leaves puddles and Montreal, helped her through the dark courtyard, flanked by bare trees Acacia and Rhus, which like the cable on the sea vessel, was in November, the moist south winds night , blowing hum with the noise issue.
The fence-shaped courtyard, stood a carriage, the lights burn too bright to. I glanced at her face. She did not look back at me, holding out a pair of tiny, narrow as wearing gloves and showed the hand, grasp the courtyard of the iron, so I did not help her on, put the door opened inward half, carriages trot in front, sat in, I also quickly ground vehicles, and sat down beside her ... ...
2
The two of us for a long time to utter a word. The past month, we dreaming about it, it is now no need to use language to express, the reason we do not squeak sound, but this thing is self-evident, that suddenly appear out of hand, a few, out of practice. I took her a hand to my lips, suddenly excited difficult to self-sustaining, then quickly turn around and go, gazing intently toward the dark street we face the end came running. I'm also wary of her, it was, you cold at the time I asked her, but flaring lips, lack of lack of smile, and no effort to answer, so I understand, she told me wary I hold her hand, holding her back tightly with gratitude.
Later, we heard no carriage had turned the corner of one person a wide road, this road seems to grow without end, the Jews are lined with old shops and open farms, suddenly, the road beneath our interrupted. Guaiqu carriage toward another street, suddenly Britain Akira a moment, she plunged forward, I quickly took her to live. And for a moment, she looked ahead, then, turn around toward me. We are face to face, her eyes in the original fear and hesitation are gone, only her nervous smile revealed a trace of shyness. In these circumstances, so I carried away, I mouth tightly attached to her lips ... ...
3
"What we are going?" She asked, trying not to sound too much shaking.
But her eyes were shining Shining. I leaned over to look at her, even though the night is strong, but it can be clearly seen in her eyes, see her eccentric but it is also deeply happy eyes.
Wind in the corn field in the stampede, panic while running, while ringing Susu. Mercedes-Benz with horse face into the wind. We turned the corner, the wind began to change immediately and become more humid, more chilly and more Huanghuang Ran dance around in our rotation.
I inhaled deeply to the wind, as one look forward to this day, all night darkness, the blind, incomprehensible, incomprehensible things become more and more bold. In the city, I felt that day was unremarkable, but the night haze fills the night wind blows, but to actually find the wilderness completely not the case. Heavy in the night here and whistling winds, there are some great power with the solemn things. Sure enough, we finally sound rustled through the weeds, I heard a steady, monotonous, majestic with the noise.
"Is the sea?" She asked
"Is the sea," I said. "Here is the last blocks of villa."
Ma station stopped.
At that moment, came a smooth, formal and Resentment of waves, from which you can feel the weight of heavy water. Although Shen and fall asleep, Garden Villa, but sleep is not stable, the trees in which the noise of a chaotic manner, and Yue Naoyue fierce. Inspired by leaves and water in front of us, along a tree-lined slope, quickly boarded the cliff.
4
Rumbling roar of the sea under the cliffs, overwhelming this unrest, sleepy all the noisy sound of the night. Boundless, the vast international sea knows no boundaries lying deep below the cliff where, through Yean, you can see there is a glimmer of white honking much spray coming toward the land. Walled garden behind the island like a gloomy, magpie standing in the steep coast, filled with old poplar with troubles in noisy, scary. Obviously, Muqiu the night at the moment is dominated by this deserted place, whether it is the old garden, whether it is winter when the house windows and doors nailed or windowless walls nowhere corner pavilion, all seem to startling barren feeling. Exception of the sea to the winner of the all-conquering style, rumbling roar of a leisurely, giving the impression that it is the seat ideas and creativity, it becomes more and more solemn, majestic. Status of us stand on the cliff a long time, wet wind blowing our feet, we enjoy breathing fresh wind to the air brush, how I do not know enough nightmare. Later, we follow the tide of mud and slippery trails and remnants of the ladder, down the cliff, toward the sparkling waves of the sea walk. Just went to the gravel on the ground, a wave of rock called on North Korea, scattered drops of water into the spray, we quickly hid in the side. Dense mass of aspen to erect high, whirring noise, while in their feet, the sea of greed, beating the shore, as if echoing in and poplar. We lunged toward the high waves, sound as if the fire was as it pours into the shore, water spinning to form a sparkling waterfall road, and spilled the general white as snow spray, while the impact of the sand and rocks, and then returned sea, swept away a group of aquatic plants twisted into a ball, silt and gravel; with wave away the issue of gravel along the way rattle rattle sound. Cold air filled the small trace of water drops, all around the sea that unhindered distribution of the fresh air. Spit the dark gray dawn air, and gradually has been able to see the distant sea.
"Only two of us!" She said, closed his eyes.
5
Only two of us. I kissed her lips, reveling in the soft and wet her lips, kissed her closed his eyes, wide smile stretching from the eyes, kissed her startled by the slightest breeze blowing in the face, when she was a stone sat down, I kneel in front of her joy was covered with limp.
"What about tomorrow?" She said in my head.
I raised my head, looking up at her face. Behind me, the sea roared in hunger, where we head, in the noisy high poplar ... ...
"What is tomorrow?" I asked, she said, happy that I can not suppress tears, and even voice shaking. "What is tomorrow?"
She was silent a long while, did not answer my questioning, and later put a hand to me. I take off her gloves, again and again kissed her hand, kissed her gloves, called to that top women faint fragrance.
"Yes!" She said slowly, sighing. I leaned her face see her face by starlight pale and happy. "When I was a girl, thinking endlessly happy event, but the result is so boring and all the vulgar, that today's evening, which is probably the only happiness in my life at night, and in my opinion, unlike the real, not guilty. Tomorrow I think this takes only one night will be gripped, but now I have all the indifferent ... ... I love you. "She tenderly, and said quietly in meditation, like the self-made self- language.
One of our heads every cloud, the Huming suddenly flickered to a few light blue stars, big air in the clearance gradually, the cliffs seem increasingly black poplar, while the sea has become increasingly clear and horizon divided off. She is better than I used to love those women, I can not say, but at least she is unmatched in the evening. When I kissed her knee skirt, her tears, eat and smile, grabbed my head. The joy with which I looked at her crazy, in light of the stars, she was pale, happy, lethargy in the face, in my opinion is the eternal life.
1990
Translation Cong Dai
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