自译 契诃夫短篇小说 艳遇(8)

范伊万的心跳得更厉害了…他忽忽悠悠想象出一幅画面：自己正坐在昏暗的亭子里，那个戴蓝帽子，长着朝天鼻的美女红着脸来到他面前，浑身颤抖、气喘连连，迈着小碎步慢慢向他靠近，刹那间…她一下子投入了他的怀抱。
“If I weren’t married it would be all right . . .” he mused, driving sinful ideas out of his head. “Though... for once in my life, it would do no harm to have the experience, or else one will die without knowing what.... And my wife, what will it matter to her? Thank God, for eight years I’ve never moved one step away from her.... Eight years of irreproachable duty! Enough of her.... It’s positively vexatious.... I’m ready to go to spite her!”

“我要是还单着就好了……”范先生动起了歪心思，“人活一世什么事总得经历经历吧，不然就这么死了多可惜…有老婆，有老婆怎么了？一说我就来气，我在她身边规矩了八年，可把我憋屈坏了！去她的吧…管她干嘛！”
Trembling all over and holding his breath, Pavel Ivanitch went up to the arbour, wreathed with ivy and wild vine, and peeped into it.... A smell of dampness and mildew reached him....
范先生激动得直哆嗦，屏着气来到了藤蔓环绕的亭子前，往里瞅了一眼…一股湿漉漉的霉味直扑鼻子……
“I believe there’s nobody . . .” he thought, going into the arbour, and at once saw a human silhouette in the corner.
“估计没人……”他心想着进了亭子，立马看见角落里有个人影。