自译 契诃夫短篇小说 歌女(3)

一分钟过去，二人谁也没出声。来客一次次拿手绢捂住嘴，想把抽泣压下去。小菊像根杆子似的杵在她面前，一脸的惊慌失措。
“So you say he is not here?” the lady asked, this time speaking with a firm voice and smiling oddly.
“你说你不认识他？”女士诡异地笑着，冷冷地发问道。
“I... I don’t know who it is you are asking about.”
“您…您走错了。”
“You are horrid, mean, vile . . .” the stranger muttered, scanning Pasha with hatred and repulsion. “Yes, yes... you are horrid. I am very, very glad that at last I can tell you so!”
“你这个臭不要脸，没羞没臊的祸害…”女士愤恨地盯着小菊，一脸的看不起，“就是你…你这个死妖精。狐狸精！我早就憋着想骂你了，你听见了吗？狐狸精！”
Pasha felt that on this lady in black with the angry eyes and white slender fingers she produced the impression of something horrid and unseemly, and she felt ashamed of her chubby red cheeks, the pock-mark on her nose, and the fringe on her forehead, which never could be combed back. And it seemed to her that if she had been thin, and had had no powder on her face and no fringe on her forehead, then she could have disguised the fact that she was not “respectable,” and she would not have felt so frightened and ashamed to stand facing this unknown, mysterious lady.
眼见这位身着黑衣，眼里冒火，指如葱白的女士对自己发了这么大的火，小菊后悔自己没有好好打扮一下，现在可好，自己那肥嘟嘟的脸蛋、坑洼洼的鼻子、乱糟糟的刘海都让人家看了个遍，身上的穷酸气想遮也遮不住，这下在人前可丢尽面子了。