自译 契诃夫短篇小说 开心人(3)
The poker-like gentleman sways a little unsteadily and sniggers.
赖先生有点没站稳,微微晃了一下,咧了咧嘴。
“Queer things do happen!” he continues. “I stepped out just after the second bell to get a glass of brandy. I got it, of course. Well, I thought, since it’s a long way to the next station, it would be as well to have a second glass. While I was thinking about it and drinking it the third bell rang.... I ran like mad and jumped into the first carriage. I am an idiot! I am the son of a hen!”
“你说这事闹的!”他继续道,“上一站我下车喝了杯酒。喝完之后,我心说反正发车还有段时间,再喝点也不碍事,就又要了一杯。酒还没下肚,我就听见发车铃响了……我一路那个跑啊,最后还是两腿一蹦蹦进车头的。你说我这个人!我都想抽自己一巴掌!”
“But you seem in very good spirits,” observes Pyotr Petrovitch. “Come and sit down! There’s room and a welcome.”
“你今天心情不错啊,”裴先生注意到,“别客气,来坐会儿!地方有的是。”
“No, no.... I’m off to look for my carriage. Good-bye!”
“不了不了……我还得接着找呢。走了!”
“You’ll fall between the carriages in the dark if you don’t look out! Sit down, and when we get to a station you’ll find your own compartment. Sit down!”