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Nasanski again went up to the little cupboard, poured out and swallowed a "nip," after which he shut the cupboard door with much ceremony and an expression on his face as if he had fulfilled a religious duty.Назанский опять подошел к поставцу и, выпив, аккуратно притворил дверцы.
Romashov walked listlessly up from the window to the cupboard, the life-giving contents of which he sampled with a gloomy and blas? air. This done, he returned to his seat on the window-bench.Ромашов лениво, почти бессознательно, встал и сделал то же самое.
"What were you thinking about just before I came, Vasili Nilich?" asked Romashov, as he made himself as comfortable as possible.- О чем же вы думали перед моим приходом, Василий Нилыч? - спросил он, садясь по-прежнему на подоконник.
Nasanski, however, did not hear his question.Но Назанский почти не слыхал его вопроса.
"How sweet it is to dream of women!" he exclaimed with a grand and eloquent gesture.- Какое, например, наслаждение мечтать о женщинах! - воскликнул он, дойдя до дальнего угла и обращаясь к этому углу с широким, убедительным жестом.
"But away with all unclean thoughts!- Нет, не грязно думать.
And why?Зачем?
Ah! because no one has any right, even in imagination, to make a human being a culprit in what is low, sinful, and impure.Никогда не надо делать человека, даже в мыслях, участником зла, а тем более грязи.
How often I think of chaste, tender, loving women, of their bright tears and gracious smiles; of young, devoted, self-sacrificing mothers, of all those who have faced death for love; of proud, bewitching maidens with souls as pure as snow, knowing all, yet afraid of nothing.Я думаю часто о нежных, чистых, изящных женщинах, об их светлых и прелестных улыбках, думаю о молодых, целомудренных матерях, о любовницах, идущих ради любви на смерть, о прекрасных, невинных и гордых девушках с белоснежной душой, знающих все и ничего не боящихся.
But such women do not exist-yet I am wrong, Romashov; such women do exist although neither you nor I have seen them.Таких женщин нет. Впрочем, я не прав. Наверно, Ромашов, такие женщины есть, но мы с вами их никогда не увидим.
This may possibly be vouchsafed you; but to me-never!"Вы еще, может быть, увидите, но я - нет.
He was now standing right in front of Romashov and staring him straight in the face, but by the far-off expression in his eyes, by the enigmatical smile that played on his lips, any one could observe that he did not even see to whom he was talking.