自译 契诃夫短篇小说 黑夜(4)

高太太脑中立刻想象出一幅画面——贼人从厨房进屋，由厨房进到餐厅…拿走碗柜的银器…再进到卧室…拿起一把斧子…贼人的脸…家里的珠宝……她吓得跪在地上，后背连冷汗都吓出来了。
“Vassya!” she said, shaking her husband, “Basile! Vassily Prokovitch! Ah! mercy on us, he might be dead! Wake up, Basile, I beseech you!”
“当家的！”她拽着高先生猛晃，“醒醒！姓高的！起来！别吓我，你说句话呀！起来，快起来，出事了！”
“W-well?” grunted the assistant procurator, with a deep inward breath and a munching sound.
“啊？咋了？”高律师咕哝着深吸了一口气，嘴里还吧唧着。
“For God’s sake, wake up! A burglar has got into the kitchen! I was standing at the window looking out and someone got in at the window. He will get into the dining-room next . . . the spoons are in the cupboard! Basile! They broke into Mavra Yegorovna’s last year.”

“快起来！厨房进贼了！我刚才看见有人爬窗户进来了。人这会儿都偷到餐厅了……碗柜里还存着银勺子呢！别睡了！去年邻居家就这么进的贼。”
“Wha — what’s the matter?”
“出，呵——欠，出什么事了？”
“Heavens! he does not understand. Do listen, you stupid! I tell you I’ve just seen a man getting in at the kitchen window! Pelagea will be frightened and . . . and the silver is in the cupboard!”
“睡睡睡！就知道睡。你给我醒醒！我亲眼看见他从厨房爬进来的。要是把潘婶吓着可怎么办……咱家的银器还在碗柜里放着呢！”
“Stuff and nonsense!”
“胡说八道！”
“Basile, this is unbearable! I tell you of a real danger and you sleep and grunt! What would you have? Would you have us robbed and murdered?”