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Часть текста: Goljadkin ripresero a cogliere, più chiare e più precise, le consuete, abituali impressioni. Le affumicate pareti verde sporco della sua stanzetta lo guardarono familiarmente, il comò di mogano, le sedie finto mogano, la tavola dipinta di rosso, il divano alla turca d'incerata rossa a fiorellini verdognoli e, ancora, il vestito di cui in gran fretta si era liberato la sera prima e che aveva buttato malamente sul divano. Infine una grigia giornata autunnale, cupa e sporca, fece capolino nella stanza attraverso i vetri appannati della finestra con un'aria così stizzita e una smorfia così acida che il signor Goljadkin non poté più avere nessun dubbio di trovarsi non in un qualche favoloso reame dall'altra parte del mondo, ma a Pietroburgo, nella capitale, in via delle Sei Botteghe, nel suo appartamentino al quarto piano di un grande palazzo. Fatta una simile importante scoperta, Goljadkin chiuse freneticamente gli occhi, quasi a rimpiangere il sogno di poco prima e a desiderare di farlo ritornare, almeno per un momento. Ma un attimo dopo saltò di colpo giù dal letto, colpito finalmente dall'idea intorno alla quale si erano andati aggirando fino a quel momento i suoi distratti pensieri non ancora irreggimentati in un ordine ben definito. Appena sceso dal letto, corse verso un piccolo specchio rotondo che stava sul comò. Benché la figura assonnata, dalla vista debole e dalla incipiente calvizie, riflessa nello specchio fosse così insignificante da non attirare l'attenzione di nessuno, tuttavia era chiaro che il suo proprietario era rimasto soddisfattissimo di tutto quello che aveva visto nello specchio. "Sarebbe davvero un bell'affare" disse a mezza voce Goljadkin, "sarebbe davvero un...
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Часть текста: "No, mother, no, Dounia, you won't deceive me! and then they apologise for not asking my advice and for taking the decision without me! I dare say! They imagine it is arranged now and can't be broken off; but we will see whether it can or not! A magnificent excuse: 'Pyotr Petrovitch is such a busy man that even his wedding has to be in post-haste, almost by express. ' No, Dounia, I see it all and I know what you want to say to me; and I know too what you were thinking about, when you walked up and down all night, and what your prayers were like before the Holy Mother of Kazan who stands in mother's bedroom. Bitter is the ascent to Golgotha.... Hm... so it is finally settled; you have determined to marry a sensible business man, Avdotya Romanovna, one who has a fortune (has already made his fortune, that is so much more solid and impressive) a man who holds two government posts and who shares the ideas of our most rising generation, as mother writes, and who seems to be kind, as Dounia herself observes. That seems beats everything! And that very Dounia for that very 'seems' is marrying him! Splendid! splendid! "... But I should like to know why mother has written to me about 'our most rising generation'? Simply as a descriptive touch, or with the idea of prepossessing me in favour of Mr. Luzhin? Oh, the cunning of them! I should like to know one thing more: how far they were open with one another that day and night and all this time since? Was it all put into words, or did both understand that they had the same thing at heart and in their minds, so that there was no need to...
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Часть текста: ruido, movimiento, alegría, muchedumbre. Cómo, es que esa mujer no me ha ofendido? De quién habría yo tolerado aquella mirada y aquella sonrisa insolente sin una protesta inmediata, por tonta que fuera, poco importa, de mi parte? Y notadlo, había llegado justamente con la idea de ofenderme lo antes posible, antes de haberme visto: yo era a sus ojos "el comisionado de Versilov", y estaba persuadida ya en aquel momento, y lo ha seguido estando mucho tiempo después, de que Versilov tenía entre sus manos todo el destino de ella y tenía el medio de perderla en el momento mismo, si quisiera, gracias a un determinado documento; por lo menos ella lo sospechaba. Era un duelo a muerte. Pues bien, sin embargo yo no estaba ofendido. Había ofensa, pero yo no la sentía. Qué digo?, estaba incluso contento; venido para odiar, sentía incluso que empezaba a amarla. "Me pregunto si la araña puede odiar a la mosca a la que acecha y a la que atrapa. Querida mosca! Me parece que uno quiere a su víctima; por lo menos se la puede amar. De esta manera yo, por lo que a mí se refiere, amo a mi enemiga: estoy terriblemente contento de que sea tan bella. Estoy terriblemente contento, señora, de que sea usted tan arrogante y tan altiva: si fuese más modesta, tendría yo menos placer. Ha escupido usted sobre mí y yo triunfo;. si me hubiese usted escupido efectivamente al rostro, quizá no me habría enfadado, porque usted es mi víctima, la mía , y no la suya . Qué...
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Часть текста: no puede estar más clara -pensaba, sonriendo con aire triunfal y malicioso, como si estuviese seguro de su éxito-. No, mamá; no, Dunia; no conseguiréis engañarme... Y todavía se disculpan de haber decidido la cosa por su propia cuenta y sin pedirme consejo. Claro que no me lo han pedido! Creen que es demasiado tarde para romper el compromiso. Ya veremos si se puede romper o no. Buen pretexto alegan! Piotr Petrovitch está siempre tan ocupado, que sólo puede casarse a toda velocidad, como un ferrocarril en marcha. No, Dunetchka, lo veo todo claro; sé muy bien qué cosas son esas que me tienes que decir, y también lo que pensabas aquella noche en que ibas y venias por la habitación, y lo que confiaste, arrodillada ante la imagen que siempre ha estado en el dormitorio de mamá: la de la Virgen de Kazán. La subida del Gólgota es dura, muy dura... Decís que el asunto está definitivamente concertado. Tú, Avdotia Romanovna, has decidido casarte con un ...
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Часть текста: Двойник) translated by Constance Garnett The Double A Petersburg Poem by Fyodor Dostoevsky Chapter I It was a little before eight o'clock in the morning when Yakov Petrovitch Golyadkin, a titular councillor, woke up from a long sleep. He yawned, stretched, and at last opened his eyes completely. For two minutes, however, he lay in his bed without moving, as though he were not yet quite certain whether he were awake or still asleep, whether all that was going on around him were real and actual, or the continuation of his confused dreams. Very soon, however, Mr. Golyadkin's senses began more clearly and more distinctly to receive their habitual and everyday impressions. The dirty green, smoke-begrimed, dusty walls of his little room, with the mahogany chest of drawers and chairs, the table painted red, the sofa covered with American leather of a reddish colour with little green flowers on it, and the clothes taken off in haste overnight and flung in a crumpled heap on the sofa, looked at him familiarly. At last the damp autumn day, muggy and dirty, peeped into the room through the dingy window pane with such a hostile, sour grimace that Mr. Golyadkin could not possibly doubt that he was not in the land of Nod, but in the city of Petersburg, in his own flat on the fourth storey of a huge block of buildings in Shestilavotchny Street. When he had made this important discovery Mr. Golyadkin nervously closed his eyes, as though regretting his dream and wanting to go back to it for a...