Чехов Антон Павлович. Кошмар
| The Bishop and other stories, by Anton Chekhov | Антон Чехов |
| A Nightmare | Кошмар |
| Kunin, a young man of thirty, who was a permanent member of the Rural Board, on returning from Petersburg to his district, Borisovo, immediately sent a mounted messenger to Sinkino, for the priest there, Father Yakov Smirnov. | Непременный член по крестьянским делам присутствия Кунин, молодой человек, лет тридцати, вернувшись из Петербурга в свое Борисово, послал первым делом верхового в Синьково за тамошним священником, отцом Яковом Смирновым. |
| Five hours later Father Yakov appeared. | Часов через пять отец Яков явился. |
| "Very glad to make your acquaintance," said Kunin, meeting him in the entry. | - Очень рад познакомиться! - встретил его в передней Кунин. |
| "I've been living and serving here for a year; it seems as though we ought to have been acquainted before. | - Уж год, как живу и служу здесь, пора бы, кажется, быть знакомыми. |
| You are very welcome! | Милости просим! |
| But . . . how young you are!" Kunin added in surprise. | Но, однако... какой вы молодой! - удивился Кунин. |
| "What is your age?" | - Сколько вам лет? |
| "Twenty-eight, . . ." said Father Yakov, faintly pressing Kunin's outstretched hand, and for some reason turning crimson. | - Двадцать восемь-с... - проговорил отец Яков, слабо пожимая протянутую руку и, неизвестно отчего, краснея. |
| Kunin led his visitor into his study and began looking at him more attentively. | Кунин ввел гостя к себе в кабинет и принялся его рассматривать. |
| "What an uncouth womanish face!" he thought. | "Какое аляповатое, бабье лицо!" - подумал он. |
| There certainly was a good deal that was womanish in Father Yakov's face: the turned-up nose, the bright red cheeks, and the large grey-blue eyes with scanty, scarcely perceptible eyebrows. | Действительно, в лице отца Якова было очень много "бабьего": вздернутый нос, ярко-красные щеки и большие серо-голубые глаза с жидкими, едва заметными бровями. |
| His long reddish hair, smooth and dry, hung down in straight tails on to his shoulders. | Длинные рыжие волосы, сухие и гладкие, спускались на плечи прямыми палками. |
| The hair on his upper lip was only just beginning to form into a real masculine moustache, while his little beard belonged to that class of good-for-nothing beards which among divinity students are for some reason called "ticklers." It was scanty and extremely transparent; it could not have been stroked or combed, it could only have been pinched. . . . |
