自译 契诃夫短篇小说 艳遇(2)

When Pavel Ivanitch Vyhodtsev, a practical married man who was spending his holidays at a summer villa, read this letter, he shrugged his shoulders and scratched his forehead in perplexity.
这会儿正值夏天，范伊万读完这封信耸了耸肩，困惑地挠了挠头。
“What devilry is this?” he thought. “I’m a married man, and to send me such a queer... silly letter! Who wrote it?”
“什么意思？”他想道，“我都是结了婚的人了，谁还给我写这种东西…写情书！这谁写的？”
Pavel Ivanitch turned the letter over and over before his eyes, read it through again, and spat with disgust.

范伊万把信翻来覆去检查了一下，又从头到尾读了一遍，反感地啐了口唾沫。
“ ‘I love you’ “... he said jeeringly. “A nice boy she has pitched on! So I’m to run off to meet you in the arbour!... I got over all such romances and fleurs d’amour years ago, my girl.... Hm! She must be some reckless, immoral creature.... Well, these women are a set! What a whirligig — God forgive us! — she must be to write a letter like that to a stranger, and a married man, too! It’s real demoralisation!”
“嚯，还‘我爱你’……”他不屑道，“拿我当什么人了！还八点在小亭子见！嘁，小姑娘，你也不打听打听，我多少年前就不信这套了。真不害臊！这东西肯定不是规矩人写的。太不像话了，一个姑娘家怎么这么没羞没臊的！”