old associations.

from kousminski nekhludoff went to the estate he had inherited from his aunts, the same where he first met katusha. he meant to arrange about the land there in the way he had done in kousminski. besides this, he wished to find out all he could about katusha and her baby, and when and how it had died. he got to panovo early one morning, and the first thing that struck him when he drove up was the look of decay and dilapidation that all the buildings bore, especially the house itself. the iron roofs, which had once been painted green, looked red with rust, and a few sheets of iron were bent back, probably by a storm. some of the planks which covered the house from outside were torn away in several places; these were easier to get by breaking the rusty nails that held them. both porches, but especially the side porch he remembered so well, were rotten and broken; only the banister remained. some of the windows were boarded up, and the building in which the foreman lived, the kitchen, the stables--all were grey and decaying. only the garden had not decayed, but had grown, and was in full bloom; from over the fence the cherry, apple, and plum trees looked like white clouds. the lilac bushes that formed the hedge were in full bloom, as they had been when, 14 years ago, nekhludoff had played gorelki with the 15-year-old katusha, and had fallen and got his hand stung by the nettles behind one of those lilac bushes. the larch that his aunt sophia had planted near the house, which then was only a short stick, had grown into a tree, the trunk of which would have made a beam, and its branches were covered with soft yellow green needles as with down. the river, now within its banks, rushed noisily over the mill dam. the meadow the other side of the river was dotted over by the peasants' mixed herds. the foreman, a student, who had left the seminary without finishing the course, met nekhludoff in the yard, with a smile on his face, and, still smiling, asked him to come into the office, and, as if promising something exceptionally good by this smile, he went behind a partition. for a moment some whispering was heard behind the partition. the isvostchik who had driven nekhludoff from the station, drove away after receiving a tip, and all was silent. then a barefooted girl passed the window; she had on an embroidered peasant blouse, and long earrings in her ears; then a man walked past, clattering with his nailed boots on the trodden path.

nekhludoff sat down by the little casement, and looked out into the garden and listened. a soft, fresh spring breeze, smelling of newly-dug earth, streamed in through the window, playing with the hair on his damp forehead and the papers that lay on the window-sill, which was all cut about with a knife.

"tra-pa-trop, tra-pa-trop," comes a sound from the river, as the women who were washing clothes there slapped them in regular measure with their wooden bats, and the sound spread over the glittering surface of the mill pond while the rhythmical sound of the falling water came from the mill, and a frightened fly suddenly flew loudly buzzing past his ear.

and all at once nekhludoff remembered how, long ago, when he was young and innocent, he had heard the women's wooden bats slapping the wet clothes above the rhythmical sound from the mill, and in the same way the spring breeze had blown about the hair on his wet forehead and the papers on the window-sill, which was all cut about with a knife, and just in the same way a fly had buzzed loudly past his car.

it was not exactly that he remembered himself as a lad of 15, but he seemed to feel himself the same as he was then, with the same freshness and purity, and full of the same grand possibilities for the future, and at the same time, as it happens in a dream, he knew that all this could be no more, and he felt terribly sad. "at what time would you like something to eat?" asked the foreman, with a smile.

"when you like; i am not hungry. i shall go for a walk through the village."

"would you not like to come into the house? everything is in order there. have the goodness to look in. if the outside---"

"not now; later on. tell me, please, have you got a woman here called matrona kharina?" (this was katusha's aunt, the village midwife.)

"oh, yes; in the village she keeps a secret pot-house. i know she does, and i accuse her of it and scold her; but as to taking her up, it would be a pity. an old woman, you know; she has grandchildren," said the foreman, continuing to smile in the same manner, partly wishing to be pleasant to the master, and partly because he was convinced that nekhludoff understood all these matters just as well as he did himself.

"where does she live? i shall go across and see her."

"at the end of the village; the further side, the third from the end. to the left there is a brick cottage, and her hut is beyond that. but i'd better see you there," the foreman said with a graceful smile.

"no, thanks, i shall find it; and you be so good as to call a meeting of the peasants, and tell them that i want to speak to them about the land," said nekhludoff, with the intention of coming to the same agreement with the peasants here as he had done in kousminski, and, if possible, that same evening.

聂赫留朵夫乘车离开库兹明斯科耶，来到两位姑妈让他继承的庄园，也就是他认识卡秋莎的地方。他很希望象在库兹明斯科耶那样处理这里的地产。此外，他还想尽量打听一下卡秋莎的事，以及她和他的孩子的情况：那个孩子是不是真的死了？他是怎么死的？他一早来到巴诺伏。他的马车驶进庄园，使他触目惊心的，首先是全部建筑物特别是正房那种衰败荒凉的景象。原来的绿铁皮屋顶，好久没有油漆，已锈得发红；有几块铁皮卷了边，多半是被暴风雨掀起的。正房四周的护墙板，有的已被人撬走，主要是那些钉子生锈、容易撬掉的地方。前门廊和后门廊都已朽烂倒塌，只剩下梁架。特别是后门廊，他记得尤其清楚。有几个窗子由于玻璃损坏已钉了木板。原来管家住的厢房还有厨房和马厩，都已破旧，色泽灰暗。唯独花园没有衰败，更加葱茏繁茂，枝叶扶疏，百花争妍；从墙外就可以看见樱花、苹果花和李子花盛开，白花花一片仿佛天上的浮云。编成篱笆的丁香也象十二年1前一样盛开，那年聂赫留朵夫曾和十六岁的卡秋莎一起玩捉人游戏。他在这丁香花丛里跌了一交，被荨麻刺伤了。当年索菲雅姑妈在正房旁边种的一棵落叶松，小得象木橛子，如今已长大成材，枝条上长满了柔软的黄绿色松针。河水在两岸之间奔流，流到磨坊的水闸上，哗哗地往下冲去。对岸草地上放牧着农家毛色斑驳的牛马。管家是个没有毕业的神学校学生，他笑吟吟地在院子里迎接聂赫留朵夫，笑吟吟地请他到帐房里去，又笑吟吟地走到隔板后面，仿佛用这样的笑容表示将有什么特殊的事在等着他。隔板后面有人在叽叽喳喳地谈话，随后又沉默了。马车夫领到酒钱后，叮叮噹噹地把车赶出院子，接着周围又静了下来。过了一会儿，有一个穿绣花衬衫的姑娘从窗外跑过，她赤着脚，耳朵上挂着绒球当耳环。一个农民跟在她后面跑过，大靴子的铁钉在踩实的地面上发出叮叮的响声。

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1原文是十四年前，卡秋莎的年龄是十八岁，看来同上下文有矛盾。毛德英译本改成十二年前、卡秋莎的年龄改成十六岁，比较符合全书情节，这里也仿毛德作了改动。

聂赫留朵夫坐在窗口，望着花园，听着各种声音。从双扉小窗子里飘进来春天的清新空气和翻耕地的泥土香，风轻轻地吹动他汗滋滋的额上的头发和放在刀痕累累的窗台上的便条纸。河上传来娘儿们劈里啪啦的捣衣声，此起彼落，融成一片，飘荡在阳光灿烂的河面上。磨坊那边传来流水倾泻的匀调声音。一只苍蝇从聂赫留朵夫耳边飞过，发出惊恐的响亮的嗡嗡声。

聂赫留朵夫忽然想起，很久以前，当他年纪很轻、心地还很单纯的时候，也在这儿，在磨坊有节奏的喧闹声中，听见河上的捣衣声；春风也是这样吹动他湿润的额上的头发和刀痕累累的窗台上的便条纸；而且也有这样的一只苍蝇惊恐地从他耳边飞过。他不仅想起了十八岁时的情景，而且觉得自己象当年一样朝气蓬勃，心地单纯，胸怀大志，但又觉得象梦景一样不可能重现，他感到无比惆怅。

“老爷，您什么时候吃饭哪？”管家微笑着问。

“随您的便，我不饿。我到村子里去走走。”

“您是不是先到房子里看看，房子里我都收拾得整整齐齐了。您去看看吧，要是外表上……”

“不，以后再看，请您先告诉我，你们这里有没有一个叫玛特廖娜的女人？”

玛特廖娜就是卡秋莎的姨妈。

“有，当然有，就住在村子里，我真拿她没有办法。她卖私酒。我知道这事，揭发过她，训斥过她，可是到官府告她，又不忍心：年纪大了，妇道人家，又有孙儿孙女，”管家说，脸上一直挂着微笑，想讨好东家，又满心相信东家看事情都同他一样。

“她住在哪里？我想去找找她。”

“住在村子尽头，从村边数起第三家。左边是一所砖房，她的小屋就在砖房后面。最好还是让我送您去，”管家快乐地笑着说。

“不用了，谢谢您，我自己找得着的。倒是要请您通知那些农户，叫他们来开个会，我要同他们谈谈土地的事，”聂赫留朵夫说。他打算也象在库兹明斯科耶那样，在这里同农民们处理好事情，而且最好今天晚上就办完。