carmen(卡门)-第7章
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〃I took the loaf； very much astonished； for I had no cousin in Seville。
It may be a mistake； thought I； as I looked at the roll； but it was so
appetizing and smelt so good； that I made up my mind to eat it； without
troubling my head as to whence it came； or for whom it was really
intended。
〃When I tried to cut it； my knife struck on something hard。 I looked；
and found a little English file； which had been slipped into the dough
before the roll had been baked。 The roll also contained a gold piece of two
piastres。 Then I had no further doubtit was a present from Carmen。 To
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people of her blood； liberty is everything； and they would set a town on
fire to save themselves one day in prison。 The girl was artful； indeed； and
armed with that roll； I might have snapped my fingers at the jailers。 In one
hour； with that little file； I could have sawn through the thickest bar； and
with the gold coin I could have exchanged my soldier's cloak for civilian
garb at the nearest shop。 You may fancy that a man who has often taken
the eaglets out of their nests in our cliff would have found no difficulty in
getting down to the street out of a window less than thirty feet above it。
But I didn't choose to escape。 I still had a soldier's code of honour； and
desertion appeared to me in the light of a heinous crime。 Yet this proof of
remembrance touched me。 When a man is in prison he likes to think he
has a friend outside who takes an interest in him。 The gold coin did rather
offend me； I should have very much liked to return it； but where was I to
find my creditor？ That did not seem a very easy task。
〃After the ceremony of my degradation I had fancied my sufferings
were over； but I had another humiliation before me。 That came when I left
prison； and was told off for duty； and put on sentry； as a private soldier。
You can not conceive what a proud man endures at such a moment。 I
believe I would have just as soon been shot deadthen I should have
marched alone at the head of my platoon； at all events； I should have felt I
was somebody； with the eyes of others fixed upon me。
〃I was posted as sentry on the door of the colonel's house。 The colonel
was a young man； rich； good…natured； fond of amusing himself。 All the
young officers were there； and many civilians as well； besides ladies
actresses； as it was said。 For my part； it seemed to me as if the whole town
had agreed to meet at that door； in order to stare at me。 Then up drove the
colonel's carriage； with his valet on the box。 And who should I see get out
of it； but the gipsy girl！ She was dressed up； this time； to the eyes； togged
out in golden ribbonsa spangled gown； blue shoes； all spangled too；
flowers and gold lace all over her。 In her hand she carried a tambourine。
With her there were two other gipsy women； one young and one old。 They
always have one old woman who goes with them； and then an old man
with a guitar； a gipsy too； to play alone； and also for their dances。 You
must know these gipsy girls are often sent for to private houses； to dance
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their special dance； the /Romalis/； and often； too； for quite other purposes。
〃Carmen recognised me； and we exchanged glances。 I don't know why；
but at that moment I should have liked to have been a hundred feet
beneath the ground。
〃 '/Agur laguna/；'* said she。 'Oficial mio！ You keep guard like a
recruit；' and before I could find a word in answer； she was inside the
house。
* Good…day； comrade！
〃The whole party was assembled in the /patio/； and in spite of the
crowd I could see nearly everything that went on through the lattice。* I
could hear the castanets and the tambourine； the laughter and applause。
Sometimes I caught a glimpse of her head as she bounded upward with her
tambourine。 Then I could hear the officers saying many things to her
which brought the blood to my face。 As to her answers； I knew nothing of
them。 It was on that day； I think； that I began to love her in earnestfor
three or four times I was tempted to rush into the /patio/； and drive my
sword into the bodies of all the coxcombs who were making love to her。
My torture lasted a full hour； then the gipsies came out； and the carriage
took them away。 As she passed me by； Carmen looked at me with those
eyes you know； and said to me very low； 'Comrade； people who are fond
of good /fritata/ come to eat it at Lillas Pastia's at Triana！'
* In most of the houses in Seville there is an inner court
surrounded by an arched portico。 This is used as a sitting…room in
summer。 Over the court is stretched a piece of tent cloth； which is
watered during the day and removed at night。 The street door is
almost always left open； and the passage leading to the court
（/zaguan/） is closed by an iron lattice of very elegant workmanship。
〃Then； light as a kid； she stepped into the carriage； the coachman
whipped up his mules； and the whole merry party departed； whither I
know not。
〃You may fancy that the moment I was off guard I went to Triana； but
first of all I got myself shaved and brushed myself up as if I had been
going on parade。 She was living with Lillas Pastia； an old fried… fish seller；
a gipsy； as black as a Moor； to whose house a great many civilians resorted
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to eat /fritata/； especially； I think； because Carmen had taken up her
quarters there。
〃 'Lillas；' she said； as soon as she saw me。 'I'm not going to work any
more to…day。 To…morrow will be a day； too。* Come； fellow… countryman；
let us go for a walk！'
* /Manana sera otro dia。/A Spanish proverb。
〃She pulled her mantilla across her nose； and there we were in the
street； without my knowing in the least whither I was bound。
〃 'Senorita；' said I； 'I think I have to thank you for a present I had while
I was in prison。 I've eaten the bread； the file will do for sharpening my
lance； and I keep it in remembrance of you。 But as for the money； here it
is。'
〃 'Why； he's kept the money！' she exclaimed； bursting out laughing。
'But； after all； that's all the betterfor I'm decidedly hard up！ What matter！
The dog that runs never starves！* Come； let's spend it all！ You shall treat。'
* /Chuquel sos pirela； cocal terela。 〃The dog that runs finds a
bone。〃Gipsy proverb。
〃We had turned back toward Seville。 At the entrance of the /Calle de la
Serpiente/ she bought a dozen oranges； which she made me put into my
handkerchief。 A little farther on she bought a roll； a sausage； and a bottle
of manzanilla。 Then； last of all； she turned into a confectioner's shop。
There she threw the gold coin I had returned to her on the counter； with
another she had in her pocket； and some small silver； and then she asked
me for all the money I had。 All I possessed was one peseta and a few
cuartos； which I handed over to her； very much ashamed of not having
more。 I thought she would have carried away the whole shop。 She took
everything that was best and dearest； /yemas/；* /turon/；** preserved fruits…
…as long as the money lasted。 And all these； too； I had to carry in paper
bags。 Perhaps you know the /Calle del Candilejo/； where there is a head of
Don Pedro the Avenger。*** That head ought to have given me pause。 We
stopped at an old house in that street。 She passed into the entry； and
knocked at a door on the ground floor。 It was opened by a gipsy； a
thorough…paced servant of the devil。 Carmen said a few words to her in
Romany。 At first the old hag grumbled。 To smooth her down Carmen gave
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her a couple of oranges and a handful of sugar…plums； and let her have a
taste of wine。 Then she hung her cloak on her back； and led her to the door；
which she fastened with a wooden bar。 As soon as we were alone she
began to laugh and caper like a lunatic； singing out； 'You are my /rom/； I'm
your /romi/。'****
* Sugared yolks of eggs。
** A sort of nougat。
*** This king； Don Pedro； whom we call 〃the Cruel；〃 and whom
Queen Isabella； the Catholic； never called anything but 〃the
Avenger；〃 was fond of walking about the streets of Seville at night in
search of adventures； like the Caliph Haroun al Raschid。 One night；
in a lonely street； he quarrelled with a man who was singing a
serenade。 There was a fight； and the king killed the amorous
/caballero/。 At the clashing of their swords； an old woman put her
head out of the window and lighted up the scene with a tiny lamp
（candilejo） which she held in her hand。 My readers must be informed
that King Don Pedro； though nimble and muscular； suffered from
one strange fault in his physical conformation。 Whenever he walked
his knees cracked loudly。 By this cracking the old woman easily
recognised him。 The next day the /veintiquatro/ in charge came to
make his report to the king。 〃Sir； a duel was fought last night in such
a streetone of the combatants is dead。〃 〃Have you found the
murderer？〃 〃Yes； sir。〃 〃Why has he not
