Hung Lou Meng, Book II dotrc-2

by Цао Сюэцинь

  "Your reference to this," smiled Pao-yue, "reminds me of an old incident. One day I had them on, and by a strange coincidence, I met father, whose fancy they did not take, and he inquired who had worked them. But how could I muster up courage to allude to the three words: my sister Tertia, so I answered that my maternal aunt had given them to me on the recent occasion of my birthday. When father heard that they had been given to me by my aunt, he could not very well say anything. But after a while, 'why uselessly waste,' he observed, 'human labour, and throw away silks to make things of this sort!' On my return, I told Hsi Jen about it. 'Never mind,' said Hsi Jen; but Mrs. Chao got angry. 'Her own brother,' she murmured indignantly, 'wears slipshod shoes and socks in holes, and there's no one to look after him, and does she go and work all these things!'"

  T'an Ch'un, hearing this, immediately lowered her face. "Now tell me, aren't these words utter rot!" she shouted. "What am I that I have to make shoes? And is it likely that Huan Erh hasn't his own share of things! Clothes are clothes, and shoes and socks are shoes and socks; and how is it that any grudges arise in the room of a mere servant-girl and old matron? For whose benefit does she come out with all these things! I simply work a pair or part of a pair when I am at leisure, with time on my hands. And I can give them to any brother, elder or younger, I fancy; and who has a right to interfere with me? This is just another bit of blind anger!"

  After listening to her, Pao-yue nodded his head and smiled. "Yet," he said, "you don't know what her motives may be. It's but natural that she should also cherish some expectations."

  This apology incensed T'an Ch'un more than ever, and twisting her head round, "Even you have grown dull!" she cried. "She does, of course, indulge in expectations, but they are actuated by some underhand and paltry notion! She may go on giving way to these ideas, but I, for my part, will only care for Mr. Chia Cheng and Madame Wang. I won't care a rap for any one else. In fact, I'll be nice with such of my sisters and brothers, as are nice to me; and won't even draw any distinction between those born of primary wives and those of secondary ones. Properly speaking, I shouldn't say these things about her, but she's narrow-minded to a degree, and unlike what she should be. There's besides another ridiculous thing. This took place the last time I gave you the money to get me those trifles. Well, two days after that, she saw me, and she began again to represent that she had no money and that she was hard up. Nevertheless, I did not worry my brain with her goings on. But as it happened, the servant-girls subsequently quitted the room, and she at once started finding fault with me. 'Why,' she asked, 'do I give you my savings to spend and don't, after all, let Huan Erh have them and enjoy them?' When I heard these reproaches, I felt both inclined to laugh, and also disposed to lose my temper; but I there and then skedaddled out of her quarters, and went over to our Madame Wang."

  As she was recounting this incident, "Well," she overheard Pao-ch'ai sarcastically observe from the opposite direction, "have you done spinning your yarns? If you have, come along! It's quite evident that you are brother and sister, for here you leave every one else and go and discuss your own private matters. Couldn't we too listen to a single sentence of what you have to say?"

  While she taunted them, T'an Ch'un and Pao-yue eventually drew near her with smiling faces.

  Pao-yue, however, failed to see Lin Tai-yue and he concluded that she had dodged out of the way and gone elsewhere. "It would be better," he muttered, after some thought, "that I should let two days elapse, and give her temper time to evaporate before I go to her." But as he drooped his head, his eye was attracted by a heap of touch-me-nots, pomegranate blossom and various kinds of fallen flowers, which covered the ground thick as tapestry, and he heaved a sigh. "It's because," he pondered, "she's angry that she did not remove these flowers; but I'll take them over to the place, and by and bye ask her about them."

  As he argued to himself, he heard Pao-ch'ai bid them go out. "I'll join you in a moment," Pao-yue replied; and waiting till his two cousins had gone some distance, he bundled the flowers into his coat, and ascending the hill, he crossed the stream, penetrated into the arbour, passed through the avenues with flowers and wended his way straight for the spot, where he had, on a previous occasion, interred the peach-blossoms with the assistance of Lin Tai-yue. But scarcely had he reached the mound containing the flowers, and before he had, as yet, rounded the brow of the hill, than he caught, emanating from the off side, the sound of some one sobbing, who while giving way to invective, wept in a most heart-rending way.

  "I wonder," soliloquised Pao-yue, "whose servant-girl this is, who has been so aggrieved as to run over here to have a good cry!"

  While speculating within himself, he halted. He then heard, mingled with wails:-

  Flowers wither and decay; and flowers do fleet; they fly all o'er the

  skies;

  Their bloom wanes; their smell dies; but who is there with them to

  sympathise?

  While vagrant gossamer soft doth on fluttering spring-bowers bind its

  coils,

  And drooping catkins lightly strike and cling on the embroidered

  screens,

  A maiden in the inner rooms, I sore deplore the close of spring.

  Such ceaseless sorrow fills my breast, that solace nowhere can I find.

  Past the embroidered screen I issue forth, taking with me a hoe,

  And on the faded flowers to tread I needs must, as I come and go.

  The willow fibres and elm seeds have each a fragrance of their own.

  What care I, peach blossoms may fall, pear flowers away be blown;

  Yet peach and pear will, when next year returns, burst out again in

  bloom,

  But can it e'er be told who will next year dwell in the inner room?

  What time the third moon comes, the scented nests have been already

  built.

  And on the beams the swallows perch, excessive spiritless and staid;

  Next year, when the flowers bud, they may, it's true, have ample to

  feed on:

  But they know not that when I'm gone beams will be vacant and nests

  fall!

  In a whole year, which doth consist of three hundred and sixty days,

  Winds sharp as swords and frost like unto spears each other rigorous

  press,

  So that how long can last their beauty bright; their fresh charm how

  long stays?

  Sudden they droop and fly; and whither they have flown, 'tis hard to

  guess.

  Flowers, while in bloom, easy the eye attract; but, when they wither,

  hard they are to find.

  Now by the footsteps, I bury the flowers, but sorrow will slay me.

  Alone I stand, and as I clutch the hoe, silent tears trickle down,

  And drip on the bare twigs, leaving behind them the traces of blood.

  The goatsucker hath sung his song, the shades lower of eventide,

  So with the lotus hoe I return home and shut the double doors.

  Upon the wall the green lamp sheds its rays just as I go to sleep.

  The cover is yet cold; against the window patters the bleak rain.

  How strange! Why can it ever be that I feel so wounded at heart!

  Partly, because spring I regret; partly, because with spring I'm

  vexed!

  Regret for spring, because it sudden comes; vexed, for it sudden goes.

  For without warning, lo! it comes; and without asking it doth fleet.

  Yesterday night, outside the hall sorrowful songs burst from my mouth,

  For I found out that flowers decay, and that birds also pass away.

  The soul of flowers, and the spirit of birds are both hard to

  restrain.

  Birds, to themselves when left, in silence plunge; and flowers, alone,

  they blush.

  Oh! would that on my sides a pair of wings could grow,

  That to the end of heaven I may fly in t
he wake of flowers!

  Yea to the very end of heaven,

  Where I could find a fragrant grave!

  For better, is it not, that an embroidered bag should hold my

  well-shaped bones,

  And that a heap of stainless earth should in its folds my winsome

  charms enshroud.

  For spotless once my frame did come, and spotless again it will go!

  Far better than that I, like filthy mire, should sink into some drain!

  Ye flowers are now faded and gone, and, lo, I come to bury you.

  But as for me, what day I shall see death is not as yet divined!

  Here I am fain these flowers to inter; but humankind will laugh me as

  a fool.

  Who knows, who will, in years to come, commit me to my grave!

  Mark, and you'll find the close of spring, and the gradual decay of

  flowers,

  Resemble faithfully the time of death of maidens ripe in years!

  In a twinkle, spring time draws to a close, and maidens wax in age.

  Flowers fade and maidens die; and of either nought any more is known.

  After listening to these effusions, Pao-yue unconsciously threw himself down in a wandering frame of mind.

  But, reader, do you feel any interest in him? If you do, the subsequent chapter contains further details about him.

  CHAPTER XXVIII.

  Chiang Yue-han lovingly presents a rubia-scented silk sash.

  Hsueeh Pao-ch'ai blushingly covers her musk-perfumed string of red

  beads.

  Lin Tai-yue, the story goes, dwelt, after Ch'ing Wen's refusal, the previous night, to open the door, under the impression that the blame lay with Pao-yue. The following day, which by another remarkable coincidence, happened to correspond with the season, when the god of flowers had to be feasted, her total ignorance of the true circumstances, and her resentment, as yet unspent, aroused again in her despondent thoughts, suggested by the decline of spring time. She consequently gathered a quantity of faded flowers and fallen petals, and went and interred them. Unable to check the emotion, caused by the decay of the flowers, she spontaneously recited, after giving way to several loud lamentations, those verses which Pao-yue, she little thought, overheard from his position on the mound. At first, he did no more than nod his head and heave sighs, full of feeling. But when subsequently his ear caught:

  "Here I am fain these flowers to inter, but humankind will laugh me as

  a fool;

  Who knows who will, in years to come, commit me to my grave!

  In a twinkle springtime draws to an end, and maidens wax in age.

  Flowers fade and maidens die; and of either naught any more is known."

  he unconsciously was so overpowered with grief that he threw himself on the mound, bestrewing the whole ground with the fallen flowers he carried in his coat, close to his chest. "When Tai-yue's flowerlike charms and moon-like beauty," he reflected, "by and bye likewise reach a time when they will vanish beyond any hope of recovery, won't my heart be lacerated and my feelings be mangled! And extending, since Tai-yue must at length some day revert to a state when it will be difficult to find her, this reasoning to other persons, like Pao-ch'ai, Hsiang Ling, Hsi Jen and the other girls, they too are equally liable to attain a state beyond the reach of human search. But when Pao-ch'ai and all the rest have ultimately reached that stage when no trace will be visible of them, where shall I myself be then? And when my own human form will have vanished and gone, whither I know not yet, to what person, I wonder, will this place, this garden and these plants, revert?"

  From one to a second, and from a second to a third, he thus pursued his reflections, backwards and forwards, until he really did not know how he could best, at this time and at such a juncture, dispel his fit of anguish. His state is adequately described by:

  The shadow of a flower cannot err from the flower itself to the left

  or the right.

  The song of birds can only penetrate into the ear from the east or the

  west.

  Lin Tai-yue was herself a prey to emotion and agitation, when unawares sorrowful accents also struck her ear, from the direction of the mound. "Every one," she cogitated, "laughs at me for labouring under a foolish mania, but is there likely another fool besides myself?" She then raised her head, and, casting a glance about her, she discovered that it was Pao-yue. "Ts'ui!" eagerly cried Tai-yue, "I was wondering who it was; but is it truly this ruthless-hearted and short-lived fellow!"

  But the moment the two words "short-lived" dropped from her mouth, she sealed her lips; and, heaving a deep sigh, she turned herself round and hurriedly walked off.

  Pao-yue, meanwhile, remained for a time a prey to melancholy. But perceiving that Tai-yue had retired, he at once realised that she must have caught sight of him and got out of his way; and, as his own company afforded him no pleasure, he shook the dust off his clothes, rose to his feet and descending the hill, he started for the I Hung court by the path by which he had come. But he espied Tai-yue walking in advance of him, and with rapid stride, he overtook her. "Stop a little!" he cried. "I know you don't care a rap for me; but I'll just make one single remark, and from this day forward we'll part company."

  Tai-yue looked round. Observing that it was Pao-yue, she was about to ignore him; hearing him however mention that he had only one thing to say, "Please tell me what it is," she forthwith rejoined.

  Pao-yue smiled at her. "If I pass two remarks will you listen to me; yes or no?" he asked.

  At these words, Tai-yue twisted herself round and beat a retreat. Pao-yue however followed behind.

  "Since this is what we've come to now," he sighed, "what was the use of what existed between us in days gone by?"

  As soon as Tai-yue heard his exclamation, she stopped short impulsively. Turning her face towards him, "what about days gone by," she remarked, "and what about now?"

  "Ai!" ejaculated Pao-yue, "when you got here in days gone by, wasn't I your playmate in all your romps and in all your fun? My heart may have been set upon anything, but if you wanted it you could take it away at once. I may have been fond of any eatable, but if I came to learn that you too fancied it, I there and then put away what could be put away, in a clean place, to wait, Miss, for your return. We had our meals at one table; we slept in one and the same bed; whatever the servant-girls could not remember, I reminded them of, for fear lest your temper, Miss, should get ruffled. I flattered myself that cousins, who have grown up together from their infancy, as you and I have, would have continued, through intimacy or friendship, either would have done, in peace and harmony until the end, so as to make it palpable that we are above the rest. But, contrary to all my expectations, now that you, Miss, have developed in body as well as in mind, you don't take the least heed of me. You lay hold instead of some cousin Pao or cousin Feng or other from here, there and everywhere and give them a place in your affections; while on the contrary you disregard me for three days at a stretch and decline to see anything of me for four! I have besides no brother or sister of the same mother as myself. It's true there are a couple of them, but these, are you not forsooth aware, are by another mother! You and I are only children, so I ventured to hope that you would have reciprocated my feelings. But, who'd have thought it, I've simply thrown away this heart of mine, and here I am with plenty of woes to bear, but with nowhere to go and utter them!"

  While expressing these sentiments, tears, unexpectedly, trickled from his eyes.

  When Lin Tai-yue caught, with her ears, his protestations, and noticed with her eyes his state of mind, she unconsciously experienced an inward pang, and, much against her will, tears too besprinkled her cheeks; so, drooping her head, she kept silent.

  Her manner did not escape Pao-yue's notice. "I myself am aware," he speedily resumed, "that I'm worth nothing now; but, however imperfect I may be, I could on no account presume to become guilty of any shortcoming with you cousin. Were I to ever commit the slight
est fault, your task should be either to tender me advice and warn me not to do it again, or to blow me up a little, or give me a few whacks; and all this reproof I wouldn't take amiss. But no one would have ever anticipated that you wouldn't bother your head in the least about me, and that you would be the means of driving me to my wits' ends, and so much out of my mind and off my head, as to be quite at a loss how to act for the best. In fact, were death to come upon me, I would be a spirit driven to my grave by grievances. However much exalted bonzes and eminent Taoist priests might do penance, they wouldn't succeed in releasing my soul from suffering; for it would still be needful for you to clearly explain the facts, so that I might at last be able to come to life."

  After lending him a patient ear, Tai-yue suddenly banished from her memory all recollection of the occurrences of the previous night. "Well, in that case," she said, "why did you not let a servant-girl open the door when I came over?"

  This question took Pao-yue by surprise. "What prompts you to say this?" he exclaimed. "If I have done anything of the kind, may I die at once."

  "Psha!" cried Tai-yue, "it's not right that you-should recklessly broach the subject of living or dying at this early morn! If you say yea, it's yea; and nay, it's nay; what use is there to utter such oaths!"

  "I didn't really see you come over," protested Pao-yue. "Cousin Pao-ch'ai it was, who came and sat for a while and then left."

  After some reflection, Lin Tai-yue smiled. "Yes," she observed, "your servant-girls must, I fancy, have been too lazy to budge, grumpy and in a cross-grained mood; this is probable enough."

  "This is, I feel sure, the reason," answered Pao-yue, "so when I go back, I'll find out who it was, call them to task and put things right."

  "Those girls of yours;" continued Tai-yue, "should be given a lesson, but properly speaking it isn't for me to mention anything about it. Their present insult to me is a mere trifle; but were to-morrow some Miss Pao (precious) or some Miss Pei (jewel) or other to come, and were she to be subjected to insult, won't it be a grave matter?"