自译 契诃夫短篇小说 谎言(11)

“是我不好。”他又换回温柔的语气，“我再求你一次，说实话，咱们之间没必要撒谎……刚才我说漏嘴了，那两个人的事你也不用再瞒着我了。现在话都说开了，求你把实话告诉我吧。”
Olga Ivanovna thought a moment, and with perceptible hesitation, said:
万紫英想了一会儿，迟疑地说道：
“Nikolay, I am not lying — Misha is your child.”
“自珍，我没骗你，阳阳是你儿子。”
“My God,” moaned the doctor, “then I will tell you something more: I have kept your letter to Petrov in which you call him Misha’s father! Olga, I know the truth, but I want to hear it from you! Do you hear?”
“你还骗我！”叶自珍低吼道，“好，我再跟你说个事：我手上可有你写给姓裴的一封信，你亲口说阳阳是他儿子！英子，是怎么回事我全知道了，我只不过想听你亲口承认而已！说句实话就这么难吗？”
Olga Ivanovna made no reply, but went on weeping. After waiting for an answer the doctor shrugged his shoulders and went out.
万紫英一言不发，又抽泣起来。叶自珍等了一会儿不耐烦了，耸耸肩走了出去。
“I will come to-morrow,” he called from the passage.
“我明天再来。”他在走廊说道。
All the way home, as he sat in his carriage, he was shrugging his shoulders and muttering:
回家的路上，他坐在马车里一直嘀咕着：
“What a pity that I don’t know how to speak! I haven’t the gift of persuading and convincing. It’s evident she does not understand me since she lies! It’s evident! How can I make her see? How?”
“我嘴怎么这么笨！我要是争得过她就好了。她明明就是在撒谎！这谁看不出来！我怎么点醒她呢？怎么办哪？”