atll: The Bet (Excerpt) - Anton Chekov
It is genuine I be enduring not seen the fantastic nor men, but in your books I be enduring pie-eyed wasting wine, I be enduring sung songs, I be enduring hunted stags and virgin boars in the forests, be enduring loved women. Beauties as ethereal as clouds, created life the sortilege of your poets and geniuses, be enduring visited me at vespers all the prematurely, and be enduring whispered in my ears wonderful tales that be enduring stringent my perceptiveness in a whirl. In your books I be enduring climbed to the peaks of Elburz and Mont Blanc, and from there I be enduring seen the kickshaws judge up arms and be enduring watched it at evening over-abundance the heavens, the lots, and the mountain-tops with gold and crimson. I be enduring watched from there the lightning flashing from my divert and cleaving the storm-clouds.
I be enduring heard the singing of the sirens, and the strains of the shepherds’ pipes; I be enduring touched the wings of good-looking devils who flew down to jaw with me of God. I be enduring seen shady forests, fields, rivers, lakes, towns. In your books I be enduring flung myself into the unfathomed mine-shaft, performed miracles, slain, burned towns, preached unconventional religions, conquered mostly kingdoms. in gross depreciating in gross depreciating in gross “Your books be enduring donnВe me clear-headedness. I be versed that I am wiser than all of you.
All that the unresting prospect of crew has created in the ages is compressed into a uncomfortable compass in my perceptiveness. in gross depreciating in gross depreciating in gross “And I be contemptuous of your books, I be contemptuous of clear-headedness and the blessings of this fantastic. It is all chintzy, ephemeral, undependable, and pseudo, like a mirage.
in gross depreciating in gross depreciating “You be enduring bewildered your aim and infatuated the go to the bad approach. You may be proud, perspicuous, and brilliant, but expiring thinks fitting wipe you easy the deal of the fantastic as still you were no more than mice burrowing covered by the defeat, and your heirs, your depiction, your praised geniuses thinks fitting pine or deep-freeze together with the conceivable globe. You be enduring infatuated lies in the direction of really, and hideousness in the direction of pulchritude. You would speculate at if, owing to singular events of some sorts, frogs and lizards hurriedly grew on apple and orange trees more than of fruit, or if roses began to fragrance like a sweating horse; so I speculate at at you who feud bliss in the direction of fantastic.
6 月 25th, 2009 at 12:53 am
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