短篇小说 》 静 Static 》
静 Static
蒲宁 Ivan Bunin
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“上帝又赐予了我们一个美丽的早晨，”我的旅伴对我说，“你发现没有，我们每到一地，第二天总是风和日丽？千万别抽烟，只吃牛奶和蔬菜。以空气为生，随日出而起，这会使我们神清气爽！不消多久，不但医生，连诗人都会这么说的……别抽烟，千万别抽，我们就可体验到那种久已生疏了的感觉，感觉到洁净，感觉到青春的活力。”
可是日内瓦在哪里？有片刻工夫，我们茫然地站停下来。远处的一切，都被轻纱一般亮晃晃的雾覆盖着。只有街梢那边的马路已沐浴在霞光下，好似黄金铸成的。于是我们快步朝着被我们误认为是浮光耀金的马路走去。
初阳已透过雾霭，照暖了阒无一人的堤岸，眼前的一切无不光莹四射。然而山谷、日内瓦湖和远处的萨瓦山脉依然在吐出料峭的寒气。我们走到湖堤上，不由得惊喜交集地站住了脚，每当人们突然看到无涯无际的海洋、湖泊，或者从高山之巅俯视山谷时，都会情不自禁地产生这种又惊又喜的感觉。萨瓦山消融在亮晃晃的晨岚之中。在阳光下难以辨清，只有定睛望去，方能看到山脊好似一条细细的金线，迤逦于半空之中，这时你才会感觉到那边绵亘着重峦叠嶂。近处，在宽广的山谷内，在凉飕飕的、润湿而又清新的雾气中，横着蔚蓝、清澈、深邃的日内瓦湖。湖还在沉睡，簇拥在市口的斜帆小艇也还在沉睡。它们就象张开了灰色羽翼的巨鸟，但是在清晨的寂静中还无力拍翅高飞。两三只海鸥紧贴着湖水悠闲地翱翔着，冷孤丁其中的一只，忽地从我们身旁掠过，朝街上飞去。我们立即转过身去望着它，只见它猛地又转过身子飞了回来，想必是被它所不习惯的街景吓坏了……朝暾初上之际有海鸥飞进城来，住在这个城市里的居民该有多幸福呀！
我们急欲进入群山的怀抱，泛舟湖上，航向远处的什么地方……然而雾还没有散，我们只得信步往市区走去，在酒店里买了酒和干酪，欣赏着纤尘不染的亲切的街道和静悄悄的金黄色的花园中美丽如画的杨树和法国梧桐。在花园上方，天空已被廓清，晶莹得好似绿松石一般。
“你知道吗，”我的旅伴对我说，“我每到一地总是不敢相信我一真的到了这个地方，因为这些地方，我过去只能看着地图，幻想前去一游，并且时时提醒自己，这只不过是幻想而已。意大利就在这些崇山峻岭的后边，离我们非常之近，你感觉到了吗？在这奇妙的秋天，你感觉到南国的存在吗？瞧，那边是萨瓦省①，就是我们童年时代阅读过的催人落泪的故事中所描写的牵着猴子的萨瓦孩子们的故乡！”
码头旁，游艇和船夫都在阳光下打着瞌睡。在蓝盈盈的清澈的湖水中，可以看到湖底的砂砾、木桩和船骸。这完全象是个夏日的早晨，只有主宰着透明的空气的那种静谧，告诉人们现在已是晚秋。雾已经消散得无影无踪，顺着山谷，极目前湖面望去，可以看得异乎寻常的远。我们迫不及待地脱掉上衣，卷起袖子，拿起了桨。码头落在船后了，离我们越来越远。离我们越来越远的还有在阳光下光华熠熠的市区、湖滨和公园……前面波光粼粼，耀得我们眼睛都花了，船侧的湖水越来越深，越来越沉，也越来越透明。把桨插入水中，感觉水的弹性，望着从桨下飞溅出来的水珠，真是一大乐事。我回过头去，看到了我旅伴那升起红晕的脸庞，看到了无拘无束地、宁静地荡漾在坡度缓坦的群山中间浩瀚的碧波，看到了漫山遍野正在转黄的树林和葡萄园，以及掩映其间的一幢幢别墅。有一刻间，我们停住了桨，周遭顿时静了下来，静得那么深邃。我们闭上眼睛，久久地谛听着，什么声音也没有，只有船划破水面时，湖水流过船侧发出的一成不变的汩汩声。甚至单凭这汩汩的水声也可猜出湖水多么洁净，多么清澈。
“划吗？”我问。
“慢着，你听！”
我把桨提出水面，连汩汩的水声也渐渐消失。从桨上滴下一颗水珠，然后又是一颗……太阳照得我们的脸越来越热……就在这时，一阵悠扬的钟声，从很远很远的地方飘至我们耳际，这是深山中某处的一口孤钟。它离我们那么远；有时我们只能隐隐约约听到它的声音。
“你还记得科隆②大教堂的钟声吗？”我的旅伴压低声音问我。
“那天我比你醒得早，天还刚刚拂晓，我便站在洞开的窗旁。久久地谛听着独自在古老的城市上空回荡的清脆的钟声。你还记得科隆大教堂的管风琴和那种中世纪的壮丽吗？还有莱茵省③，那些古老的城市。古老的图画，还有巴黎……然而那一切都无法和这里相比，这里更美……”’由深山中隐隐传至我们耳际的钟声温柔而又纯净，闭目坐在船上，侧耳倾听着这钟声，享受着太阳照在我们脸上的暖意和从水上升起的轻柔的凉意，是何等的甜蜜，舒适。有一艘闪闪发亮的白轮船在离我们约摸两俄里远的地方驶过，明轮拍击着湖水，发出疏远、暗哑、生气的嘟嚷声，在湖面上激起一道道平展的、象玻璃一般透明的涌，缓缓地朝我们奔来，终于柔情脉脉地晃动了我们的小船。
“瞧，我们已置身在崇山的怀抱之中，”当轮船渐渐变小，终于隐没在远处以后，我的旅伴对我说，“生活已留在那边，留在这些崇山峻岭之外了，我们已进入寂静的幸福之邦，这寂静之邦何以名之，我们的语言中找不到恰当的字眼。”他一边慢慢地划着桨，一边讲着、听着。日内瓦湖越来越辽阔地包围着我们。钟声忽近忽远，似有若无。
“在深山中的什么地方有一座小小的钟楼，”我想道，“独自在用它回肠荡气的钟声赞颂着礼拜天早晨的安谧和寂静，召唤人们踏着俯瞰蓝色的日内瓦湖的山道，到它那儿去……”
极目四望，山上大大小小的树林都抹上了绚丽而又柔和的秋色，一幢幢环翠挹秀的美丽的别墅正在清静地度过这阳光明媚的秋日……我舀了一杯水，把茶杯洗净，然后把水泼往空中。水往天上飞去，迸溅出一道道光芒。
“你记得《曼弗雷德》④吗？”我的同伴说，“曼弗雷德站在伯尔尼兹阿尔卑斯山脉⑤中的瀑布前。时值正午。他念着咒语，用双手捧起一掬清水，泼向半空。于是在瀑布的彩虹中立刻出现了童贞圣母山……写得多美呀！此刻我就在想，人也可以崇拜水，建立拜水教，就象建立拜火教一样……自然界的神力真是不可思议！人活在世上，呼吸着空气，看到天空、水、太阳，这是多么巨大的幸福！可我们仍然感到不幸福！为什么？是因为我们的生命短暂，因为我们孤独，因为我们的生活谬误百出？就拿这日内瓦湖来说吧，当年雪莱来过这儿，拜伦来过这儿……后来，莫泊桑也来过。他孑然一身，可他的心却渴望整个世界都幸福。当年所有的理想主义者，所有的恋人，所有的年轻人，所有来这里寻求幸福的人都已弃世而去，永远消逝了。我和你有朝一日，同样也将弃世而去……你想喝点儿酒吗？”我把玻璃杯递过去，他给我斟满酒，然后带着一抹忧郁的微笑，加补说：“我觉得，有朝一日我将融入这片亘古长存的寂静中，我们都站在它的门口，我们的幸福就在那扇门里边。你是否记得易卜生的那句话：‘玛亚，你听见这寂静吗？⑥我也要问你：你有没有听见这群山的寂静呢？”
我们久久地遥望着重重叠叠的山峦和笼罩着山峦的洁净、柔和的碧空，空中充溢着秋季的无望的忧悒。我们想象着我们远远地进入了深山的腹地，人类的足迹还从未踏到过那里……太阳照射着四周都被山岭锁住的深谷，有只兀鹰翱翔在山岭与蓝天之间的广阔的空中……山里只有我们两人，我们越来越远地向深山中走去，就象那些为了寻找火绒草而死于深山老林中的人一样……
我们不慌不忙地划着桨，谛听着正在消失的钟声，谈论著我们去萨瓦省的旅行，商量我们在哪些地方可以逗留多少时间，可我们的心却不由自主地离开话题，时时刻刻在向望着幸福。我们以前所从未见到过的自然景色的美，以及艺术的美和宗教的美，不论是哪里的，都激起我们朝气蓬勃的渴求，渴求我们的生活也能升华到这种美的高度，用出自内心的欢乐来充实这种美，并同人们一起分享我们的欢乐。我们在旅途中，无论到哪里，凡是我们所注视的女性无不渴求着爱情，那是一种高尚的、罗曼蒂克的、极其敏感的爱情，而这种爱情几乎使那些在我们眼前一晃而过的完美的女性形象神化了……然而这种幸福会不会是空中楼阁呢？否则为什么随着我们一步步去追求它，它却一步步地往郁郁苍苍的树林和山岭中退去，离我们越来越远？
那位和我在旅途中一起体验了那么多欢乐和痛苦的旅伴⑦，是我一生中所爱的有限几个人中的一个，我的这篇短文就是奉献给他的。同时我还借这篇短文向我们俩所有志同道合的萍飘天涯的朋友致敬。
1901年
戴骢 译
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①法国省名，毗邻瑞士。
②德国城市名。
③法国省名。
④《曼弗雷德》是英国诗人拜伦的诗剧，发表于1817年。1903年，蒲宁将其译成俄文。
⑤位于瑞士南部，是阿尔卑斯山脉的一部分。
⑥语出挪威剧作家易卜生所着《当我们这些死者苏醒的时候》一剧的第一幕。
⑦系指俄国画家和古物鉴赏家弗·巴·库罗夫斯基（1869―1915）
"God has given us a beautiful morning," my companion said to me, "you found, each of us went, the next day is always sunny? Do not smoke, eat only milk and vegetables. to air for a living, with the sun into the sky, it will make us refreshing! Needless to long, not only doctors, even the poet would say so ... ... do not smoke, do not smoke, we can experience the kind of long- feeling rusty, and feel clean, and feel the vitality of youth. "
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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