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He looked round the studio ruefully. On the easel was a half-finished picture of a smiling Italian peasant, holding a bunch of grapes over the head of a dark-eyed girl.
他懊喪地環顧了一下畫室。畫架上立著一幅未完成的油畫——一個意大利農民笑容滿面地拿著一串葡萄，在一個黑眼睛的小女孩頭頂上擎著。
Even if he didn't like them he should have been civil. He needn't have insulted you. He showed that he despised you, and you lick his hand. Oh, I hate him.
“即使他不喜歡你的畫也應該有一點禮貌啊。他沒有必要侮辱你。他的態度很清楚地表現出對你非常鄙視，可是你卻還要舔他的手。啊，我討厭這個人。”
Dear child, he has genius. You don't think I believe that I have it. I wish I had; but I know it when I see it, and I honour it with all my heart. It's the most wonderful thing in the world. It's a great burden to its possessors. We should be very tolerant with them, and very patient.
“親愛的孩子，他是有天才的。不要認為我相信自己也有天才。我倒希望我有呢。但是別人誰是天才我看得出來，我從心眼里尊重這種人。天才是世界上最奇妙的東西。對于他們本人說來，天才是一個很大的負擔。我們對這些人必須非常容忍，非常耐心才行。”
I stood apart, somewhat embarrassed by the domestic scene, and wondered why Stroeve had insisted on my coming with him. I saw that his wife was on the verge of tears.
我站在一旁聽著，這幕家庭沖突使我有些尷尬。我不了解施特略夫為什么非要我同他一起來不可。我看到他的妻子眼淚已經快要流出來了。
But it's not only because he's a genius that I ask you to let me bring him here; it's because he's a human being, and he is ill and poor.
“但是我求你讓我把他帶來，并不只因為他是個天才。我要這樣做是因為他是個人，是因為他害著病，因為他一個錢也沒有。”
I will never have him in my house—never.
“我永遠也不讓他進咱們的家門——永遠也不讓。”
Stroeve turned to me.
施特略夫轉過身來，面對著我。
Tell her that it's a matter of life and death. It's impossible to leave him in that wretched hole.
“你對她講一講吧，這是一件生死攸關的事。無論如何也不能把他扔在那個倒霉的地方不管。”
It's quite obvious that it would be much easier to nurse him here, I said, "but of course it would be very inconvenient. I have an idea that someone will have to be with him day and night."
“事情非常清楚，讓他到這里來調養要好得多，”我說，“但是當然了，這對你們是很不方便的。我想得有一個人日夜照看著他。”
