自译 契诃夫短篇小说 谎言(5)
2023-04-28 来源:百合文库
“要开灯吗？”叶自珍问道。
No answer followed. The house-fly was still brushing against the ceiling. Not a sound floated in from outside as though the whole world, like the doctor, were thinking, and could not bring itself to speak. Olga Ivanovna was not weeping now, but as before, staring at the flower-bed in profound silence. When Tsvyetkov went up to her, and through the twilight glanced at her pale face, exhausted with grief, her expression was such as he had seen before during her attacks of acute, stupefying, sick headache.
没人应答。天花板上仍传来苍蝇的嗡鸣。外面静悄悄的，仿佛整个世界都成了哑巴，就和叶大夫一样。万紫英不哭了，却依旧默默不语地望着花坛。叶大夫走上前，在余晖中望见她苍白的脸，上面写满了疲惫与悲伤，这样的神情让他回想起她从前闹头疼病的时候。
“Nikolay Trofimitch!” she addressed him, “and what do you think about a consultation?”
“自珍！”她说道，“你能不能再找个大夫来？”
“Very good; I’ll arrange it to-morrow.”
“可以。明天我帮你安排。”
From the doctor’s tone it could be easily seen that he put little faith in the benefit of a consultation. Olga Ivanovna would have asked him something else, but her sobs prevented her. Again she pressed her face into the window curtain. At that moment, the strains of a band playing at the club floated in distinctly. They could hear not only the wind instruments, but even the violins and the flutes.
No answer followed. The house-fly was still brushing against the ceiling. Not a sound floated in from outside as though the whole world, like the doctor, were thinking, and could not bring itself to speak. Olga Ivanovna was not weeping now, but as before, staring at the flower-bed in profound silence. When Tsvyetkov went up to her, and through the twilight glanced at her pale face, exhausted with grief, her expression was such as he had seen before during her attacks of acute, stupefying, sick headache.
没人应答。天花板上仍传来苍蝇的嗡鸣。外面静悄悄的，仿佛整个世界都成了哑巴，就和叶大夫一样。万紫英不哭了，却依旧默默不语地望着花坛。叶大夫走上前，在余晖中望见她苍白的脸，上面写满了疲惫与悲伤，这样的神情让他回想起她从前闹头疼病的时候。
“Nikolay Trofimitch!” she addressed him, “and what do you think about a consultation?”
“自珍！”她说道，“你能不能再找个大夫来？”
“Very good; I’ll arrange it to-morrow.”
“可以。明天我帮你安排。”
From the doctor’s tone it could be easily seen that he put little faith in the benefit of a consultation. Olga Ivanovna would have asked him something else, but her sobs prevented her. Again she pressed her face into the window curtain. At that moment, the strains of a band playing at the club floated in distinctly. They could hear not only the wind instruments, but even the violins and the flutes.
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