A COLLEGIATE assessor called Miguev stopped at a telegraph-post in the course of his evening walk and heaved a deep sigh.A week before, as he was returning home from his evening walk, he had been overtaken at that very spot by his former housemaid, Agnia, who said to him viciously:
"Wait a bit! I'll cook you such a crab that'll teach you to ruin innocent girls! I'll leave the baby at your door, and I'll have the law of you, and I'll tell your wife, too...."And she demanded that he should put five thousand roubles into the bank in her name.Miguev remembered it, heaved a sigh, and once more reproached himself with heartfelt repentance for the momentary infatuation which had caused him so much worry and misery.
When he reached his bungalow, he sat down to rest on the doorstep.It was just ten o'clock, and a bit of the moon peeped out from behind the clouds.There was not a soul in the street nor near the bungalows; elderly summer visitors were already going to bed, while young ones were walking in the wood.Feeling in both his pockets for a match to light his cigarette, Miguev brought his elbow into contact with something soft.He looked idly at his right elbow, and his face was instantly contorted by a look of as much horror as though he had seen a snake beside him.On the step at the very door lay a bundle.Something oblong in shape was wrapped up in something -- judging by the feel of it, a wadded quilt.One end of the bundle was a little open, and the collegiate assessor, putting in his hand, felt something damp and warm.He leaped on to his feet in horror, and looked about him like a criminal trying to escape from his warders....
"She has left it!" he muttered wrathfully through his teeth, clenching his fists."Here it lies....Here lies my transgression! O Lord!"He was numb with terror, anger, and shame...What was he to do now? What would his wife say if she found out? What would his colleagues at the office say? His Excellency would be sure to dig him in the ribs, guffaw, and say: "I congratulate you!...
He-he-he! Though your beard is gray, your heart is gay....You are a rogue, Semyon Erastovitch!" The whole colony of summer visitors would know his secret now, and probably the respectable mothers of families would shut their doors to him.
Such incidents always get into the papers, and the humble name of Miguev would be published all over Russia....
The middle window of the bungalow was open and he could distinctly hear his wife, Anna Filippovna, laying the table for supper; in the yard close to the gate Yermolay, the porter, was plaintively strumming on the balalaika.The baby had only to wake up and begin to cry, and the secret would be discovered.Miguev was conscious of an overwhelming desire to make haste.
"Haste, haste!..." he muttered, "this minute, before anyone sees.I'll carry it away and lay it on somebody's doorstep...
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Miguev took the bundle in one hand and quietly, with a deliberate step to avoid awakening suspicion, went down the street....
"A wonderfully nasty position!" he reflected, trying to assume an air of unconcern."A collegiate assessor walking down the street with a baby! Good heavens! if anyone sees me and understands the position, I am done for....I'd better put it on this doorstep....No, stay, the windows are open and perhaps someone is looking.Where shall I put it? I know! I'll take it to the merchant Myelkin's....Merchants are rich people and tenderhearted; very likely they will say thank you and adopt it."And Miguev made up his mind to take the baby to Myelkin's, although the merchant's villa was in the furthest street, close to the river.
"If only it does not begin screaming or wriggle out of the bundle," thought the collegiate assessor."This is indeed a pleasant surprise! Here I am carrying a human being under my arm as though it were a portfolio.A human being, alive, with soul, with feelings like anyone else....If by good luck the Myelkins adopt him, he may turn out somebody....Maybe he will become a professor, a great general, an author....Anything may happen! Now I am carrying him under my arm like a bundle of rubbish, and perhaps in thirty or forty years I may not dare to sit down in his presence....
As Miguev was walking along a narrow, deserted alley, beside a long row of fences, in the thick black shade of the lime trees, it suddenly struck him that he was doing something very cruel and criminal.
"How mean it is really!" he thought."So mean that one can't imagine anything meaner....Why are we shifting this poor baby from door to door? It's not its fault that it's been born.It's done us no harm.We are scoundrels....We take our pleasure, and the innocent babies have to pay the penalty.Only to think of all this wretched business!
