her lover invisible love

by maxim gorky an acquaintance of mine

once told me the following story

when i was a student at moscow i

happened to live alongside one of those

ladies whose repute

is questionable she was a pole

and they called her teresa she was a

tallish

powerfully built brunette with black

bushy eyebrows

and a large coarse face as if carved out

by a hatchet

the beastial gleam of her dark eyes her

thick

base voice her cab man like gate

and her immense muscular vigor worthy of

a fish wife

inspired me with horror

i lived on the top flight and her

garrett was opposite to mine

i never left my door open when i knew

her to be at home

but this after all was a very rare

occurrence

sometimes i chanced to meet her on the

staircase or in the yard

and she would smile upon me with a smile

which seemed to me to be

sly and cynical occasionally

i saw her drunk with bleary eyes tousled

hair

and a particularly hideous grin

on such occasions she would speak to me

howdy mr student

and her stupid laugh would still further

intensify my loathing of her

i should have liked to have changed my

quarters in order to have avoided such

encounters and greetings

but my little chamber was a nice one and

it was such a wide view from the window

and it was always so quiet in the street

below

so i endured

and one morning i was sprawling on my

couch

trying to find some sort of excuse for

not attending my class

when the door opened and the base voice

of teresa the losem

resounded from my threshold good health

to you mr student

what do you want i said i saw that her

face was confused and supplicatory

it was a very unusual sort of face for

her

sir i want to beg a favor of you

will you grant it me i lay there silent

and thought to myself

gracious courage my boy

i want to send a letter home that's what

it is

she said her voice was beseeching soft

timid deuce take you

i thought but up i jumped

sat down at my table took a sheet of

paper and said

come here sit down and dictate

she came sat down very gingerly on a

chair

and looked at me with a guilty look

well do whom do you want to write

to boleslav kashput

at the town of switzyana on the warsaw

road

well fire away

my dear bolas my darling

my faithful lover may the mother of god

protect thee thou heart of gold

why hast thou not written for such a

long time

to thy sorrowing little tough teresa

i very nearly burst out laughing

a sorrowing little dove more than

five feet high with fists a stone and

more in weight

and as black a face as if the little

dove had lived

all its life in a chimney and had never

once

washed itself restraining myself somehow

i asked who is this bolast

boles meets their student she said

as if offended with me for blundering

over the name

he is boles my young man

young man why

are you so surprised sir cannot i

a girl have a young man she

a girl well

oh why not i said

all things are possible and has he been

your

young man long six years

oh i thought well

let us write your letter and i tell you

plainly that i would willingly have

changed

places with this bolus if his fair

correspondent had been not theresa

but something less than she

i thank you most heartily sir for your

kind services

said teresa to me with a curtsy

perhaps i can show you

some service

no i most humbly thank you all the same

perhaps sir your shirts or your trousers

may want a little mending

i felt that this mastodon in petticoats

had made me grow quite red with shame

and i told her pretty sharply that i had

no need whatever

of her services she departed

a week or two passed away it was evening

i was sitting at my window whistling and

thinking of some expedient for enabling

me to get away from myself

i was bored the weather was dirty

i didn't want to go out and out of sheer

ennui i began a course of self analysis

and reflection this also was dull enough

work

but i didn't care about doing anything

else then

the door opened heaven be praised

someone came in oh mr

student you have no pressing business i

hope

it was teresa

no what is it i

was going to ask you sir to write me

another letter very well

to bola say no

this time it is from him

what stupid that i

am it is not for me mr student i

beg your pardon it is for a friend of

mine that is to say

not a friend but an acquaintance

a man acquaintance he has a sweetheart

just like me here teresa

that's how it is will you sir write a

letter to

this teresa i looked at her

her face was troubled her fingers were

trembling

i was a bit fogged at first and then

i guessed how it was look here my

lady i said there are no boluses or

terraces at all

and you've been telling me a pack of

lies don't you come sneaking about me

any longer i have no wish whatever to

cultivate your acquaintance

do you understand and suddenly

she grew strangely terrified and

distraught

she began to shift from foot to foot

without moving from the place

and spluttered comically as if she

wanted to say something and couldn't

i waited to see what would come of all

this

and i saw and felt that apparently

i had made a great mistake in suspecting

her of wishing to draw me from the path

of righteousness

it was evidently something very

different

mr student she began

and suddenly waving her hand she turned

abruptly towards the door and went out

i remained with a very unpleasant

feeling in my mind

i listened her door was flung violently

too

plainly the poor wench was very angry i

thought it over

and resolved to go to her and inviting

her to come in here

write everything she wanted i entered

her apartment

i looked round she was sitting at the

table leaning on her elbows with her

head in her hands

listen to me i said now

whenever i come to this point in my

story i always feel horribly

awkward and idiotic well

well listen to me i said

she leaped from her seat came towards me

with flashing eyes

and laying her hands on my shoulders

began to whisper

or rather to hum in her peculiar base

voice

look you now it's like this there's no

ballast at all

and there's no eraser either but what's

that to you

is it a hard thing for you to draw your

pen over paper

huh ah and you

too still such a little fair-haired boy

there's nobody at all neither bolas

nor teresa only me

there you have it in much good may it do

you

pardon me said i altogether

flabbergasted by such a reception

what is it all about there's no bolus

you say

no so it is and

no teresa either and no teresa

i'm theresa i didn't understand it at

all

i fixed my eyes upon her and tried to

make out which of us was taking leave of

his or her senses

but she went again to the table searched

about for something came back to me

and said in an offended tone

if it was so hard for you to write to

bolas

look there's your letter take it

others will write for me i looked

in her hand was my letter to bolus

phew listen teresa

what is the meaning of all this why must

you get

others to write for you when i have

already written it and you haven't sent

it

sent it where why to this

bolus there's no such person

i absolutely did not understand it

there was nothing for me but to spit and

go

then she explained what

is it she said still offended

there's no such person i tell you

and she extended her arms as if she

herself did not

understand why there should be no such

person

but i wanted him to be

am i then not a human creature like the

rest of them

yes yes i know i know of course

it no harm was done to anyone by my

writing to him that i can see

pardon me to whom to

bolles of course but

he doesn't exist alas alas

but what if he doesn't he doesn't exist

but he might i write to him

and it looks as if he did exist and

teresa

that's me and he replies to me

and then i write to him again

i understood at last

and i felt so sick so miserable so

ashamed somehow

alongside of me not three yards away

lived a human creature who had nobody in

the world

to treat her kindly affectionately

and this human being had invented a

friend for herself

look now you wrote me a letter to bolus

and i gave it to someone else to read it

to me

and when they read it to me i listened

and fancied that bolus was there

and i asked you to write me a letter

from bollis to teresa

that is to me when they write such a

letter for me

and read it to me i feel quite sure that

bolas is there

and life grows easier for me in

consequence

deuce take you for a blockhead

said i to myself when i heard this

and from thenceforth regularly twice

a week i wrote a letter to bolus

and an answer from bolas to teresa

i wrote those answers well she of course

listened to them and wept like anything

roared i should say with her base voice

and in return from i thus moving her to

tears by

real letters from the imaginary bolas

she began to mend the holes i had in my

socks shirts and other articles of

clothing

subsequently about three months after

this history began

they put her in prison for something or

other no doubt by this time

she is dead my acquaintance

shook the ash from his cigarette looked

pensively up at the sky

and thus concluded

well well the more a human creature has

tasted of bitter things

the more it hungers after the sweet

things of life

and we wrapped round in the rags of our

virtues

and regarding others through the midst

of our self-sufficiency

and persuaded of our universal

impeccability

do not understand this and the whole

thing

turns out pretty stupidly and very

cruelly

the fallen classes we say and who are

the fallen

classes i should like to know they are

first of all

people with the same bones flesh and

blood and nerves as ourselves

we have been told this day after day for

ages and we actually listen

and the devil only knows how hideous the

whole thing is

or are we completely depraved by the

loud

sermonizing of humanism in reality

we also our fallen folks and so far as i

can see

very deeply fallen into the abyss of

self-sufficiency

and the conviction of our own

superiority

but enough of this it is all as old as

the hills

so old that it is a shame to speak of it

very old indeed yes

that's what it is

you

{{}}

她的情人 无形的

爱 马克西姆·高尔基

我的一个熟人曾经告诉我以下故事

当我还是莫斯科的学生时，我

碰巧和

一位名声

有问题的女士住在一起，她是一个杆子

，他们称她为特蕾莎，她是个高

个子

健壮的褐发女郎，

浓密的黑色眉毛

和一张粗犷的大脸，仿佛

用

斧头雕刻出来的她的黑眼睛散发出野兽般的光芒，她

厚实的

嗓音她的出租车司机似的大门

，她那与鱼妻子相称的巨大肌肉活力

让我惊恐

万分。 住在顶楼，她的

阁楼在

我的对面，当我知道她在家时，我从来没有打开过门

，

但这毕竟是非常罕见的

事情，

有时我偶然在

楼梯上或院子里遇到她

，她 会用在

我看来

狡猾和愤世嫉俗的微笑对我微笑，偶尔

我看到她喝醉了，睡眼惺忪，头发凌乱

，

在这种场合她会说话的时候特别可怕的笑容 我

你好，学生先生

和她愚蠢的笑声会进一步

加剧我对她的

厌恶我本来希望

换个房间以避免这样的

相遇和问候，

但我的小房间很不错，

而且视野开阔 窗户

，下面的街道总是那么安静，

所以我

忍了下来，一天早上，我正趴在沙发上试图找一些借口不去上课，这时门打开了，特蕾莎·洛森的卑鄙声音

从里面响起

祝你

身体健康，先生

，

你想要什么 沉默

并自言自语

英勇的勇气 我的孩子

我想寄封信回家

她说她的声音在恳求 温柔的

胆怯 带你

每个人说

来这里坐下口述，

她小心翼翼地坐在

椅子上

，一脸愧疚地看着我，

你想给谁写信

给

在华沙路上的瑞士小镇的 boleslav

kashput 亲爱的波拉斯，我亲爱的，

我忠实的爱人

拳头比石头

更重

，脸黑得好像这只小

鸽子

一生都住在烟囱里，从来没有

洗过自己，不知怎的，

我问这个笨蛋是谁，

遇到了他们的学生，她说

，好像被冒犯了 我误会

了

他的名字，我的年轻人，

年轻人

，你为什么这么惊讶，先生，我不能

有一个年轻的男人，她

是一个很好的女孩，

哦，为什么我不说

一切皆有可能，他是

你的吗？

长六年的年轻人

哦，我想得好，

让我们写你的信，我

坦率地告诉你，

如果他漂亮的

通讯员不是特蕾莎，

而是比她更差的人，我愿意用这个丸子换个地方。

我衷心感谢你，先生

亲切的服务

对我说，特蕾莎行了一个屈膝礼，

也许我可以向你展示

一些服务，

不，我非常谦虚地感谢你，

也许先生，你的衬衫或你的裤子

可能需要稍微修补一下，

我觉得这只穿着衬裙的乳齿象

让我脸红了

我羞愧地告诉她，我

不需要

她的任何服务，她离开

了一两个星期就去世了，那是晚上，

我坐在窗前吹口哨，

想着一些能让

我摆脱自我的权宜之计。

无聊 天气很脏

我不想出去 纯粹的

无聊 我开始了自我分析

和反思的过程 这也很无聊

但我什么都不在乎

否则，天门就开了，被称赞

有人进来了，哦，学生先生，

你没有紧迫的事情，我

希望是特蕾莎，

不，这是什么

我要问你，先生，给我写

另一封信很好，

给博拉说不，

这次是

我是多么愚蠢，

这不是为了我，学生先生，

请原谅，这是为了我的一个

朋友，也就是说，

不是朋友而是熟人，

一个熟人，他有一个

像我一样的心上人，特蕾莎

，就是这样 先生，您能不能

给

这位

特蕾莎写信？

你一直在告诉我一堆

谎言你不要再偷偷摸摸我了

我不想和

你结识

你明白吗突然

她变得奇怪的害怕和

心烦意乱

她开始从一个脚转移到另一个脚

没有 移动 从那个地方出来

，滑稽地喘着粗气，好像她

想说点什么，

我迫不及待地想看看这一切会发生什么

，我看到并觉得

我显然犯了一个很大的错误，怀疑

她想把我从

正义

之路 这显然是一件非常

不同的事情

学生先生 她

开始了她突然挥动她的手

突然转向门然后出去

了我的脑海里一直有一种非常不愉快的感觉

我听着她的门被猛烈地甩开

太

明显了那个可怜的丫头 很生气 我

想了想 决定去找她 并邀请

她进来

写下她想要的一切 我进入

她的公寓

我环顾四周 她坐在

桌子旁 靠在她的手肘上

双手托着头

听我说 现在说，

每当我讲到故事的这一点时，

我总是感到非常

尴尬和愚蠢，

好吧，听我说，我说

她从座位上跳下来，眼睛闪烁着朝我走来

， 她的手放在我的肩膀上，

开始

用她特有的低声低语，或者更确切地说是哼哼

看你，现在就像这样，根本没有

镇流器

，也没有橡皮擦，

但那对你来说

是什么，你很难

画笔 在纸上

呵呵，

你还是这样一个金发小男孩，

根本没有人，既没有波拉斯

也没有特蕾莎，只有我

在那里，你有它非常好，请你

原谅我说，我

对这样的招待感到完全震惊

这是什么 关于没有药丸，

你

说不，是这样，也

没有特蕾莎，也没有特蕾莎，

我是特蕾莎，我一点也不明白

感觉

但她又走到桌边

四处寻找东西回来找我

并用冒犯的语气说

如果你写信给

波拉斯

那么难看有你的信拿走

其他人会为我写的我

看着她的手是 我给 bolus

phew lis 的信 十个特蕾莎

这一切的意义是什么为什么

你必须让

别人为你写当我

已经写了它而你还没有发送

它

发送它为什么要这个

推注没有这样的人

我绝对不明白它

有 我只好吐了然后

走

然后她解释了

什么 她说仍然冒犯

我告诉你没有这样的人

她伸出双臂 好像她

自己不

明白为什么不应该有这样的

人

但我希望他成为

那么我不是像其他人一样的人类

吗是的我知道我当然

知道我写给他的信没有对任何人造成伤害

唉，唉

，如果他不存在怎么办，他不存在，

但他可能会写信给他

，看起来他确实存在，

特蕾莎

就是我，他回复了我

，然后我再次写信给他，

我终于明白了

， 我感觉好恶心好痛苦好

羞愧

在我身边不知何故不 三码外

住着一个人

，世界

上没有人可以亲切地对待她

，这个人为自己发明了一个

朋友，

现在你给我写了一封信给bolus

，我把它给了别人读

给我听

当他们读给我听的时候，我听了

，觉得bolus就在那里

，我请你给我写

一封bollis给teresa

的信，当他们为我写这样一封信

并读给我听时，我确信

bolas 就在那里

，我的生活变得更轻松了，

因此

deuce 把你当成傻子

说，当我听到这个消息时，我对自己说

，从那时起，我每周定期写两次给 bolus 的信和 bolas 给 Teresa 的答复，

我把这些答案写得很好 她当然

听了他们的话，哭了，

我应该用她卑鄙的声音说什么

r 衣服

随后在这段历史开始大约三个月后，

他们因某事或其他原因将她关进

了监狱，此时

她已经

死了 人类越是

尝到苦涩

的滋味，越是渴望生活中的甜美事物

，我们裹在美德的破布中

，在自给自足的过程中为他人着想，

并相信我们的普遍

无懈可击

不明白这一点， 整个

事情

变得非常愚蠢和非常

残酷

我们所说的堕落阶级

以及堕落

阶级我想知道他们

首先是

与我们有着相同骨骼

血肉和神经的人

我们今天被告知 一天了

好久，我们真的在听

，魔鬼只知道整件事是多么可怕，

或者我们是否被

大声的布道完全

堕落了 在现实中的人文主义，

我们也是我们堕落的人，据我所知，

深深地陷入了自给自足的深渊

和对自己优越感的信念，

但这已经足够了，这一切都

像山

一样古老，以至于它是 说起来很可惜，

确实很老，

是的，你就是这样