The Crushed Flower and Other Stories Part 52
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"Very well, I'll take it off, but not now--later. First I want to see you well."
The pleasant voice of the stranger did not call forth any recollections in me. Deeply interested and even flattered, I submitted to my strange visitor all the treasures of my mind, experience and talent. With enthusiasm I related to her the edifying story of my life, constantly illuminating every detail with a ray of the Great Purpose. (In this I availed myself partly of the material on which I had just been working, preparing my lectures.) The pa.s.sionate attention with which the strange lady listened to my words, the frequent, deep sighs, the nervous quiver of her thin fingers in her black gloves, her agitated exclamations--inspired me.
Carried away by my own narrative, I confess, I did not pay proper attention to the queer behaviour of my strange visitor. Having lost all restraint, she now clasped my hands, now pushed them away, she cried and availing herself of each pause in my speech, she implored:
"Don't, don't, don't! Stop speaking! I can't listen to it!"
And at the moment when I least expected it she tore the veil from her face, and before my eyes--before my eyes appeared her face, the face of my love, of my dream, of my boundless and bitter sorrow. Perhaps because I lived all my life dreaming of her alone, with her alone I was young, with her I had developed and grown old, with her I was advancing to the grave--her face seemed to me neither old nor faded--it was exactly as I had pictured it in my dreams--it seemed endlessly dear to me.
What has happened to me? For the first time in tens of years I forgot that I had a face--for the first time in tens of years I looked helplessly, like a youngster, like a criminal caught red-handed, waiting for some deadly blow.
"You see! You see! It is I. It is I! My G.o.d, why are you silent? Don't you recognise me?"
Did I recognise her? It were better not to have known that face at all!
It were better for me to have grown blind rather than to see her again!
"Why are you silent? How terrible you are! You have forgotten me!"
"Madam--"
Of course, I should have continued in this manner; I saw how she staggered. I saw how with trembling fingers, almost falling, she was looking for her veil; I saw that another word of courageous truth, and the terrible vision would vanish never to appear again. But some stranger within me--not I--not I--uttered the following absurd, ridiculous phrase, in which, despite its chilliness, rang so much jealousy and hopeless sorrow:
"Madam, you have deceived me. I don't know you. Perhaps you entered the wrong door. I suppose your husband and your children are waiting for you. Please, my servant will take you down to the carriage."
Could I think that these words, uttered in the same stern and cold voice, would have such a strange effect upon the woman's heart? With a cry, all the bitter pa.s.sion of which I could not describe, she threw herself before me on her knees, exclaiming:
"So you do love me!"
Forgetting that our life had already been lived, that we were old, that all had been ruined and scattered like dust by Time, and that it can never return again; forgetting that I was grey, that my shoulders were bent, that the voice of pa.s.sion sounds strangely when it comes from old lips--I burst into impetuous reproaches and complaints.
"Yes, I did deceive you!" her deathly pale lips uttered. "I knew that you were innocent--"
"Be silent. Be silent."
"Everybody laughed at me--even your friends, your mother whom I despised for it--all betrayed you. Only I kept repeating: 'He is innocent!'"
Oh, if this woman knew what she was doing to me with her words! If the trumpet of the angel, announcing the day of judgment, had resounded at my very ear, I would not have been so frightened as now. What is the blaring of a trumpet calling to battle and struggle to the ear of the brave? It was as if an abyss had opened at my feet. It was as if an abyss had opened before me, and as though blinded by lightning, as though dazed by a blow, I shouted in an outburst of wild and strange ecstasy:
"Be silent! I--"
If that woman were sent by G.o.d, she would have become silent. If she were sent by the devil, she would have become silent even then. But there was neither G.o.d nor devil in her, and interrupting me, not permitting me to finish the phrase, she went on:
"No, I will not be silent. I must tell you all. I have waited for you so many years. Listen, listen!"
But suddenly she saw my face and she retreated, seized with horror.
"What is it? What is the matter with you? Why do you laugh? I am afraid of your laughter! Stop laughing! Don't! Don't!"
But I was not laughing at all, I only smiled softly. And then I said very seriously, without smiling:
"I am smiling because I am glad to see you. Tell me about yourself."
And, as in a dream, I saw her face and I heard her soft terrible whisper:
"You know that I love you. You know that all my life I loved you alone.
I lived with another and was faithful to him. I have children, but you know they are all strangers to me--he and the children and I myself.
Yes, I deceived you, I am a criminal, but I do not know how it happened.
He was so kind to me, he made me believe that he was convinced of your innocence--later I learned that he did not tell the truth, and with this, just think of it, with this he won me."
"You lie!"
"I swear to you. For a whole year he followed me and spoke only of you.
One day he even cried when I told him about you, about your sufferings, about your love."
"But he was lying!"
"Of course he was lying. But at that time he seemed so dear to me, so kind that I kissed him on the forehead. Then we used to bring you flowers to the prison. One day as we were returning from you--listen--he suddenly proposed that we should go out driving. The evening was so beautiful--"
"And you went! How did you dare go out with him? You had just seen my prison, you had just been near me, and yet you dared go with him. How base!"
"Be silent. Be silent. I know I am a criminal. But I was so exhausted, so tired, and you were so far away. Understand me."
She began to cry, wringing her hands.
"Understand me. I was so exhausted. And he--he saw how I felt--and yet he dared kiss me."
"He kissed you! And you allowed him? On the lips?"
"No, no! Only on the cheek."
"You lie!"
"No, no. I swear to you."
I began to laugh.
"You responded? And you were driving in the forest--you, my fiancee, my love, my dream! And all this for my sake? Tell me! Speak!"
In my rage I wrung her arms, and wriggling like a snake, vainly trying to evade my look, she whispered:
"Forgive me; forgive me."
"How many children have you?"
"Forgive me."
But my reason forsook me, and in my growing rage I cried, stamping my foot:
"How many children have you? Speak, or I will kill you!"
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