Yama (The Pit) Part 55
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The girl desperately began to shake her head:
"I don't want it! ... I don't want it! ... I don't want it! ... Take me! ... I'll go with you too! ..."
Late in the evening Dilectorsky took a room in an expensive hotel. He knew, that within a few hours, perhaps minutes, he and Verka would be corpses; and for that reason, although he had in his pocket only eleven kopecks, all in all, he gave orders sweepingly, like a habitual, downright prodigal; he ordered sturgeon stew, double snipes, and fruits; and, in addition to all this, coffee, liqueurs and two bottles of frosted champagne. And he was in reality convinced that he would shoot himself; but thought of it somehow affectedly, as though admiring, a trifle from the side, his tragic role; and enjoying beforehand the despair of his relatives and the amazement of his fellow clerks. While Verka, when she had suddenly said that she would commit suicide with her beloved, had been immediately strengthened in this thought. And there was nothing fearful to Verka in this impending death. "Well, now, is it better to croak just so, under a fence? But here it's together with your dearie! At least a sweet death! ..." And she frantically kissed her clerk, laughed, and with dishevelled, curly hair, with sparkling eyes, was prettier than she had ever been.
The final triumphal moment arrived at last.
"You and I have both enjoyed ourselves, Annetta ... We have drained the cup to the bottom and now, to use an expression of Pushkin's, must shatter the goblet!" said Dilectorsky. "You do not repent, oh, my dear?
"No, no! ..."
"Are you ready?"
"Yes!" whispered she and smiled.
"Then turn away to the wall and shut your eyes!"
"No, no, my dearest, I don't want it so! ... I don't want it! Come to me! There, so! Nearer, nearer.. Give me your eyes, I will be gazing into them. Give me your lips--I will be kissing you, while you... I am not afraid! ... Be braver! ... Kiss me harder! ..."
He killed her; and when he looked upon the horrible deed of his hands, he then suddenly felt a loathsome, abominable, abject fear. The half-naked body of Verka was still quivering on the bed. The legs of Dilectorsky gave in from horror; but the reason of a hypocrite, coward and blackguard kept vigil: he did still have spirit sufficient to stretch away at his side the skin over his ribs, and to shoot through it. And when he was falling, frantically crying out from pain, from fright, and from the thunder of the shot, the last convulsion was running through the body of Verka.
While two weeks after the death of Verka, the naive, sportful, meek, brawling Little White Manka perished as well. During one of the general, clamourous brawls, usual in the Yamkas, in an enormous affray, some one killed her, hitting her with a heavy empty bottle over the head. And the murderer remained undiscovered to the last.
So rapidly did events take place in the Yamkas, in the house of Emma Edwardovna; and well nigh not a one of its inmates escaped a b.l.o.o.d.y, foul or disgraceful doom.
The final, most grandiose, and at the same time most b.l.o.o.d.y calamity was the devastation committed on the Yamkas by soldiers.
Two dragoons had been short-changed in a rouble establishment, beaten up, and thrown out at night into the street. Tom to pieces, in blood, they returned to the barracks, where their comrades, having begun in the morning, were still finis.h.i.+ng up their regimental holiday. And so, not half an hour pa.s.sed, when a hundred soldiers burst into the Yamkas and began to wreck house after house. They were joined by an innumerable mob that gathered on the run--men of the golden squad[31], ragam.u.f.fins, tramps, crooks, souteneurs. The panes were broken in all the houses, and the grand pianos smashed to smithereens. The feather beds were ripped open and the down thrown out into the street; and yet for a long while after--for some two days--the countless bits of down flew and whirled over the Yamkas, like flakes of snow. The wenches, bare-headed, perfectly naked, were driven out into the street. Three porters were beaten to death. The rabble shattered, befouled, and rent into pieces all the silk and plush furniture of Treppel. They also smashed up all the neighbouring taverns and drink-shops, while they were at it.
[31] Zolotorotzi--a subtle euphemism for cleaners of cesspools and carters of the wealth contained therein.--trans.
The drunken, b.l.o.o.d.y, hideous slaughter continued for some three hours; until the arrayed military authorities, together with the fire company, finally succeeded in repulsing and scattering the infuriated mob. Two half-rouble establishments were set on fire, but the fire was soon put out. However, on the next day the tumult again flared up; this time already over the whole city and its environs. Altogether unexpectedly it took on the character of a Jewish pogrom, which lasted for three days, with all its horrors and miseries.
And a week after followed the order of the governor-general about the immediate shutting down of houses of prost.i.tution, on the Yamkas as well as other streets of the city. The proprietresses were given only a week's time for the settlement of matters in connection with their property.
Annihilated, crushed, plundered; having lost all the glamour of their former grandeur; ludicrous and pitiful, the aged, faded proprietresses and fat-faced, hoa.r.s.e housekeepers were hastily packing up their things. And a month after only the name reminded one of merry Yamskaya Street; of the riotous, scandalous, horrible Yamkas.
However, even the name of the street was soon replaced by another, more respectable one, in order to efface even the memory of the former unpardonable times.
And all these Henriettas-Horses, Fat Kitties, Lelkas-Polecats and other women--always naive and foolish, often touching and amusing, in the majority of cases deceived and perverted children,--spread through the big city, were dissolved within it. Out of them was born a new stratum of society--a stratum of the strolling, street prost.i.tutes--solitaries.
And about their life, just as pitiful and incongruous, but tinged by other interests and customs, the author of this novel--which he still dedicates to youths and mothers--will some time tell.
THE END
Yama (The Pit) Part 55
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