Yes. Oh, if you knew how she's suffering! I can't bear it. I can't bear it. His voice rose to a shriek. “有。啊，如果你知道她多么痛苦就好了。我真受不了。我真受不了。”他的声音越来越高，成了一种尖叫。

Damn it all, you haven't got to bear it, I cried impatiently. "She's got to bear it." “他妈的，你有什么受不了的，”我失去耐心地喊起来，“她这是自作自受。”

How can you be so cruel? “你怎么能这么残忍呢？”

What have you done? “你后来做什么了？”

They sent for a doctor and for me, and they told the police. “他们叫了医生，也把我找去，还报告了警察。

I'd given the concierge twenty francs, and told her to send for me if anything happened. 我以前给过看门人二十法郎，告诉她如果发生了什么事就通知我。”

He paused a minute, and I saw that what he had to tell me was very hard to say. 他沉吟了一会儿，我看出来他下面要告诉我的一番话是很难启齿的。

When I went she wouldn't speak to me. “我去了以后她不同我讲话。

She told them to send me away. 她告诉他们叫我走开。

I swore that I forgave her everything, but she wouldn't listen. She tried to beat her head against the wall. 我向她发誓，不管她做过什么事我都原谅她，但是她根本不听我讲话。她把头往墙上撞。

The doctor told me that I mustn't remain with her. She kept on saying, 'Send him away!' 医生叫我不要待在她身边。她不住口地叫喊：‘叫他走开！’

I went, and waited in the studio. 我只好离开她身边，在画室里等着。

And when the ambulance came and they put her on a stretcher, they made me go in the kitchen so that she shouldn't know I was there. 等救护车来了，他们把她抬上担架的时候，他们叫我躲进厨房去，让她以为我已经离开那里了。”

While I dressed—for Stroeve wished me to go at once with him to the hospital, 在我穿衣服的当儿——因为施特略夫要我立刻同他一起到医院去，

he told me that he had arranged for his wife to have a private room, so that she might at least be spared the sordid promiscuity of a ward. 他告诉我他已经在医院为他的妻子安排了一个单间病室，免得她住在人群混杂、空气污浊的大病房。

On our way he explained to me why he desired my presence; if she still refused to see him, perhaps she would see me. 走在路上的时候他又向我解释，为什么他要我陪他去——如果她仍然拒绝同他见面，也许她愿意见我。

He begged me to repeat to her that he loved her still; he would reproach her for nothing, but desired only to help her; 他求我转告她，他仍然爱她，他丝毫也不责怪她，只希望能帮她一点儿忙。

he made no claim on her, and on her recovery would not seek to induce her to return to him; she would be perfectly free. 他对她没有任何要求，在她病好以后决不劝说她回到自己身边，她是绝对自由的。