<strong>The</strong> <strong>Schoolmaster</strong> & <strong>other</strong> <strong>stories</strong>“I have something I must say to you!” Mashenka whispersto me significantly, “don’t go away!”I have a foreboding of evil, but politeness obliges meto remain. Mashenka takes my arm <strong>and</strong> leads me awayto a garden walk. By this time her whole figure expressesconflict. She is pale <strong>and</strong> gasping for breath, <strong>and</strong> she seemsabsolutely set on pulling my right arm out of the socket.What can be the matter with her?“Listen!” she mutters. “No, I cannot! No! …” She triesto say something, but hesitates. Now I see from her facethat she has come to some decision. With gleaming eyes<strong>and</strong> swollen nose she snatches my h<strong>and</strong>, <strong>and</strong> says hurriedly,“Nicolas, I am yours! Love you I cannot, but Ipromise to be true to you!”<strong>The</strong>n she squeezes herself to my breast, <strong>and</strong> at oncesprings away.“Someone is coming,” she whispers. “Farewell! … To-morrowat eleven o’clock I will be in the arbour…. Farewell!”And she vanishes. Completely at a loss for an explanationof her conduct <strong>and</strong> suffering from a painful palpitationof the heart, I make my way home. <strong>The</strong>re the“Past <strong>and</strong> Future of the Dog Licence” is awaiting me,but I am quite unable to work. I am furious…. I maysay, my anger is terrible. Damn it all! I allow no one totreat me like a boy, I am a man of violent temper, <strong>and</strong> itis not safe to trifle with me!When the maid comes in to call me to supper, I shoutto her: “Go out of the room!” Such hastiness augursnothing good.Next morning. Typical holiday weather. Temperaturebelow freezing, a cutting wind, rain, mud, <strong>and</strong> a smellof naphthaline, because my maman has taken all herwraps out of her trunks. A devilish morning! It is the7th of August, 1887, the date of the solar eclipse. I mayhere remark that at the time of an eclipse every one ofus may, without special astronomical knowledge, be ofthe greatest service. Thus, for example, anyone of uscan (1) take the measurement of the diameters of thesun <strong>and</strong> the moon; (2) sketch the corona of the sun; (3)take the temperature; (4) take observations of plants<strong>and</strong> animals during the eclipse; (5) note down his ownimpressions, <strong>and</strong> so on.58
Anton TchekhovIt is a matter of such exceptional importance that Ilay aside the “Past <strong>and</strong> Future of the Dog Licence” <strong>and</strong>make up my mind to observe the eclipse.We all get up very early, <strong>and</strong> I divide the work as follows:I am to measure the diameter of the sun <strong>and</strong> moon;the wounded officer is to sketch the corona; <strong>and</strong> the <strong>other</strong>observations are undertaken by Mashenka <strong>and</strong> the variegatedyoung ladies.We all meet together <strong>and</strong> wait.“What is the cause of the eclipse?” asks Mashenka.I reply: “A solar eclipse occurs when the moon, movingin the plane of the ecliptic, crosses the line joiningthe centres of the sun <strong>and</strong> the earth.”“And what does the ecliptic mean?”I explain. Mashenka listens attentively.“Can one see through the smoked glass the line joiningthe centres of the sun <strong>and</strong> the earth?” she enquires.I reply that this is only an imaginary line, drawn theoretically.“If it is only an imaginary line, how can the mooncross it?” Varenka says, wondering.I make no reply. I feel my spleen rising at this naïvequestion.“It’s all nonsense,” says Mashenka’s maman. “Impossibleto tell what’s going to happen. You’ve never beenin the sky, so what can you know of what is to happenwith the sun <strong>and</strong> moon? It’s all fancy.”At that moment a black patch begins to move overthe sun. General confusion follows. <strong>The</strong> sheep <strong>and</strong> horses<strong>and</strong> cows run bellowing about the fields with their tailsin the air. <strong>The</strong> dogs howl. <strong>The</strong> bugs, thinking night hascome on, creep out of the cracks in the walls <strong>and</strong> bitethe people who are still in bed.<strong>The</strong> deacon, who was engaged in bringing some cucumbersfrom the market garden, jumped out of his cart<strong>and</strong> hid under the bridge; while his horse walked offinto somebody else’s yard, where the pigs ate up all thecucumbers. <strong>The</strong> excise officer, who had not slept at homethat night, but at a lady friend’s, dashed out with nothingon but his nightshirt, <strong>and</strong> running into the crowdshouted frantically: “Save yourself, if you can!”Numbers of the lady visitors, even young <strong>and</strong> pretty59
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