自译 契诃夫短篇小说 艳遇(5)
“她?”范先生心想道,“不会吧!她能看上我这个糟老头子?不不不,不可能!”
At dinner Pavel Ivanitch looked blankly at his wife while he meditated:
饭桌上,范先生直盯着他老婆走神:
“She writes that she is young and nice-looking.... So she’s not old.... Hm.... To tell the truth, honestly I am not so old and plain that no one could fall in love with me. My wife loves me! Besides, love is blind, we all know. . . .”
“写信的说自己年轻漂亮…这么说年纪肯定不大…哎呀,也难说,其实咱也没那么老,再怎么说也有点女人缘。我老婆不就挺中意我的吗!再者说情令智昏哪,说不定人家还真就……”
“What are you thinking about?” his wife asked him.
“想什么呢?”范太太问道。
“Oh. . . my head aches a little. . .” Pavel Ivanitch said, quite untruly.
“哦,我,我头疼,头疼…哎哟哟……”范伊万搪塞道。
He made up his mind that it was stupid to pay attention to such a nonsensical thing as a love-letter, and laughed at it and at its authoress, but — alas! — powerful is the “dacha”enemy of mankind! After dinner, Pavel Ivanitch lay down on his bed, and instead of going to sleep, reflected: