old man goriot

Chapter 14
"It seems that you are afraid of owing me something?" Vautrin exclaimed, looking deeply into the young man's heart, and smirking mockingly at him, which Eugene nearly lost his temper several times.

"Well... yes." The college student replied, carrying two money bags, got up and prepared to go upstairs to the room.

Vautrin went out by the door leading to the living room, and the student intended to go out by the door leading to the staircase.

"You know, Mr. Marquis de Rastignierrama, what you said to me is not very polite." Vautrin said, slammed the living room door, and rushed towards the student.The college student looked at him coldly.

Rastignac closed the dining-room door, and Vautrin followed him to the foot of the stairs.On the landing was the dining-room on one side, and the kitchen on the other, with a panel door leading into the garden, with a rectangular glass framed with iron bars above the panel door.As Sylvie was coming out of the kitchen, the student said to her, "Monsieur Vautrin, I am not the Marquis, nor is my name Rastignierama."

"They're going to fight." Miss Mi Xunuo said indifferently.

"Fight!" continued Poiret.

"No," said Madame Vauquer, stroking her pile of money.

"Well, they're going down to the lime tree," cried Mademoiselle Vidoline, standing up and looking into the garden. "That's right, poor fellow."

"Let's go upstairs, my dear boy," said Mrs. Courtier, "this business is none of our business."

Madame Coutier and Vedrine got up, and at the door they were met by fat Sylvie blocking their way.

"What's the matter?" she said, "Monsieur Vautrin said to Monsieur Eugene: 'Let's make it clear!' and took him by the arm, and there, the two of them were going on through the artichoke field. let's go."

At this time, Vautrin appeared. "Mamma Vauquer," he said, smiling, "don't worry, I'm going to try my pistol under the lime tree."

"Oh, sir," said Vidoline, folding her hands, "why do you want to kill Monsieur Eugene?"

Vautrin took two steps back and looked at Vidoline intently. "Another article," he said aloud, mockingly, and the poor girl blushed. "The lad is lovely, isn't he?" he added. "You gave me an idea. Let me make you both happy, little beauty."

Mrs. Coutier took the girl by the arm, and whispered in her ear as she walked, "Oh, Vedole, you are really inexplicable this morning."

"I don't want someone to shoot me," said Madame Vauquer. "Don't scare the neighbors, call the police early in the morning!"

"Okay, don't worry, Mama Vauquer," Vautrin responded, "Okay, okay, we're going to the shooting range." He caught up with Rastignac and took his arm warmly: "I I'll let you see I hit the ace of spades with five shots at thirty-five paces away," he said, "and you won't be discouraged then. I see you look a little angry, so you're going to be confused You're going to die in a daze."

"You are retreating," said Eugene.

"Don't make me angry," replied Vautrin. "It's not cold this morning, sit there," he said, pointing to the green-painted bench, "no one can hear you there. I want to talk to you. You're a nice guy, and I don't want to hurt you." You. I like you, I swear, in the name of... As if you were born by me, I will prove it to you right now. Put the bag there." He pointed to the round table and said.

Rastignac put the purse on the table and sat down. The doubts in his heart gradually grew to the extreme. Why did this guy suddenly change his attitude? He said he was going to kill him, and now he pretended to be his protector. .

"You want to know who I am, what I have been and what I am doing now," continued Vautrin, "you are too curious, young man. Come on, don't worry. It's a long story! I've had bad luck. Listen first." I say, and then you go on. My past life, just three words: bad luck. Who am I? Vautrin. What do I do, what I love to do. Come on. You want to know about me Personality? Whoever treats me well and likes me, I will treat whomever I want. Such people can do whatever they want, even kick my calf with their feet, and I will not say to them: "Be careful!" But Damn it! I am as bad as a devil to those who make trouble for me, who I don’t like. It’s okay to tell you, I want to kill a lot of people, I just take it like that!” As he spoke, he vomited Take a mouthful of saliva. "However, when I kill people, I do my best to justify it and do it only when I have to. I am what you call an artist. You see, I am the only one who has read Cellini's "Memoirs" or the Italian original. He is an upright hero. From him, I learned to imitate God’s will, which is to put us to death indiscriminately; I have thought about your messy social structure at present. Young man, a duel is a joke, it is stupid. Two living people die one, let luck decide, that is stupid. A duel? It is like guessing coins. On the contrary! That's it. I can hit the ace of spades with five shots in a row, and the bullets are nailed to each other, and it is still 36 steps away! People with this small skill may think that they can hit others. .Hey! I once missed a man when I was only twenty paces away. That's a queer fellow, and he's never played with a gun. Look!" said the extraordinary man, unbuttoning his waistcoat. , showing a furry chest like a bear's back, but there is a bunch of disgusting and frightening yellow hair on it, "That brat burned my chest hair." He said, pulling Rastignac's fingers, to a hole in his chest. "But then I was a boy, your age, twenty-one. I believed in nothing then, in a woman's love; a whole lot of whimsy that would confuse you. We fought, didn't we?" You probably beat me to death. Suppose I die in the ground, where would you be? You have to escape, go to Switzerland, and live on your father's money, and your father doesn't have much money. Let me tell you about your current situation Let me be clear; my opinion is better than others, because I have experience in the world, and it seems that there are only two ways to go: Either obey or fight. I will obey nothing, understand? With your living expenses, Do you know what you need? A million and no delay; without that, we'd be floating in the river with our little brains and end up in the body net in Santa Cruz, just to see Is there really a God? This 35 million, I will give it to you."

He looked at Eugene and stopped talking.

(End of this chapter)