I
Inmyyounger
и
andmorevulnerableyearsmyотец
fathergavemesomeadviceкоторые
thatI’vebeenturningoverinmymindeverс
since.“Wheneveryoufeellikecriticizinganyone,”hetoldme,“justremember
что
thatallthepeopleinthisмире
worldhaven’thadtheadvantagesчто
thatyou’vehad.”Hedidn’tsayany
больше
more,butwe’vealwaysbeenнеобычно
unusuallycommunicativeinareservedway,и
andIunderstoodthathemeantagreatdealбольше
morethanthat.Inconsequence,I’minclinedtoreserve
все
alljudgements,ahabitthathasopenedupмногие
manycuriousnaturestomeandтакже
alsomademethevictimofnotafewveteranbores.Theabnormal
ум
mindisquicktodetectи
andattachitselftothisqualityкогда
whenitappearsinanormalperson,и
andsoitcameaboutчто
thatincollegeIwasunjustlyaccusedofbeingaполитик
politician,becauseIwasprivytothesecretgriefsofwild,unknownmen.Большинство
Mostoftheconfidenceswereunsought—frequentlyIhavefeignedсон
sleep,preoccupation,orahostilelevityкогда
whenIrealizedbysomeunmistakablesignчто
thatanintimaterevelationwasquiveringonthehorizon;forthe
интимные
intimaterevelationsofyoungmen,или
oratleastthetermsinwhichtheyexpressих
them,areusuallyplagiaristicandmarredbyobvioussuppressions.Reservingjudgementsisa
вопрос
matterofinfinitehope.Iam
все еще
stillalittleafraidofmissingто
somethingifIforgetthat,asmyотец
fathersnobbishlysuggested,andIsnobbishlyrepeat,aчувство
senseofthefundamentaldecenciesisparcelledoutunequallyatbirth.И
And,afterboastingthiswayofmytolerance,Icometotheadmissionчто
thatithasalimit.Поведение
Conductmaybefoundedonthehardrockили
orthewetmarshes,butпосле
afteracertainpointIdon’tcarewhatit’sfoundedна
on.WhenIcamebackfromtheEastlastautumnIfelt
что
thatIwantedtheworldtobeinuniformи
andatasortofmoralattentionнавсегда
forever;Iwantednomoreriotousexcursions
с
withprivilegedglimpsesintothehumanсердце
heart.OnlyGatsby,themanwhogiveshis
имя
nametothisbook,wasexemptfrommyreaction—Gatsby,whorepresentedвсе
everythingforwhichIhaveanunaffectedпрезрение
scorn.Ifpersonalityisanunbroken
серия
seriesofsuccessfulgestures,thentherewasто
somethinggorgeousabouthim,someheightenedчувствительность
sensitivitytothepromisesofжизни
life,asifhewererelatedtooneofтех
thoseintricatemachinesthatregisterearthquakestenтысяч
thousandmilesaway.Thisresponsivenesshad
ничего
nothingtodowiththatflabbyimpressionabilitywhichisdignifiedunderthenameofthe“creativetemperament”—itwasanextraordinaryдар
giftforhope,aromanticreadinesssuchasIу
haveneverfoundinanyotherpersonи
andwhichitisnotlikelyIshalleverfindснова
again.No—Gatsbyturnedoutallrightattheend;
itiswhatpreyedonGatsby,whatfoul
пыль
dustfloatedinthewakeofhisdreamsthatвременно
temporarilyclosedoutmyinterestintheabortivesorrowsи
andshort-windedelationsofmen.My
семья
familyhavebeenprominent,well-to-dopeopleinthisСреднего
MiddleWesterncityforthreegenerations.TheCarrawaysaresomethingofa
клан
clan,andwehaveaтрадиция
traditionthatwe’redescendedfromtheDukesofBuccleuch,но
buttheactualfounderofmyлинии
linewasmygrandfather’sbrother,который
whocamehereinfifty-one,sentasubstitutetotheCivilWar,и
andstartedthewholesalehardwareбизнес
businessthatmyfathercarriesonсегодня
today.Ineversawthisgreat-uncle,
но
butI’msupposedtolookкак
likehim—withspecialreferencetotheдовольно
ratherhard-boiledpaintingthathangsinfather’soffice.Igraduatedfrom
Нью
NewHavenin1915,justaчетверть
quarterofacenturyaftermyотца
father,andalittlelaterIparticipatedinthatdelayedTeutonicмиграции
migrationknownastheGreatВойна
War.Ienjoyedthecounter-raidsothoroughly
что
thatIcamebackrestless.Вместо
Insteadofbeingthewarmcentreoftheworld,theMiddleЗапад
Westnowseemedliketheraggededgeoftheuniverse—soIdecidedtogoВосток
Eastandlearnthebondбизнес
business.EverybodyIknewwasinthebondbusiness,soIsupposeditcouldsupportone
еще
moresingleman.Allmyaunts
и
andunclestalkeditoverasiftheywerechoosingaprepschoolforменя
me,andfinallysaid,“Why—ye-es,”с
withverygrave,hesitantfaces.Отец
Fatheragreedtofinancemeforaгод
year,andaftervariousdelaysIcameВосток
East,permanently,Ithought,inthespringoftwenty-two.Thepracticalthingwasto
найти
findroomsinthecity,но
butitwasawarmseason,и
andIhadjustleftacountryofwidelawnsи
andfriendlytrees,sowhenaмолодой
youngmanattheofficesuggestedthatwetakeaдом
housetogetherinacommutingtown,itsoundedкак
likeagreatidea.Hefoundthe
дом
house,aweather-beatencardboardbungalowateightyaмесяц
month,butatthelastminutetheфирма
firmorderedhimtoWashington,andIwentouttothecountryодин
alone.Ihadadog—at
крайней мере
leastIhadhimforaнесколько
fewdaysuntilheranaway—andanстарый
oldDodgeandaFinnishженщина
woman,whomademybedи
andcookedbreakfastandmutteredFinnishмудрость
wisdomtoherselfovertheelectricstove.Itwas
одиноко
lonelyforadayorsountilonemorningsomeman,более
morerecentlyarrivedthanI,stoppedmeontheroad.“Howdoyou
добраться
gettoWestEggvillage?”heaskedhelplessly.
Itold
ему
him.AndasIwalkedonIwaslonely
не
nolonger.Iwasaguide,apathfinder,anoriginalsettler.
Hehad
случайно
casuallyconferredonmetheсвободу
freedomoftheneighbourhood.Andso
с
withthesunshineandthegreatburstsofleavesgrowingonthetrees,justasthingsgrowinfastmovies,Ihadthatfamiliarубеждение
convictionthatlifewasbeginningoverснова
againwiththesummer.Therewasso
много
muchtoread,foronething,и
andsomuchfinehealthtobepulleddownoutoftheyoungbreath-givingвоздуха
air.Iboughtadozenvolumeson
банковских
bankingandcreditandinvestmentsecurities,и
andtheystoodonmyshelfinredи
andgoldlikenewmoneyfromthemint,promisingtounfoldtheshiningsecretsкоторые
thatonlyMidasandMorganи
andMaecenasknew.AndIhadthehigh
намерение
intentionofreadingmanyotherbooksbesides.Iwas
довольно
ratherliteraryincollege—oneyearIwroteaseriesofочень
verysolemnandobviouseditorialsfortheYaleNews—andтеперь
nowIwasgoingtobringbackвсе
allsuchthingsintomyжизнь
lifeandbecomeagainthatmostlimitedofвсе
allspecialists,the“well-roundedman.”Это
Thisisn’tjustanepigram—lifeisнамного
muchmoresuccessfullylookedatfromaодного
singlewindow,afterall.ItwasamatterofchancethatIshouldhaverenteda
дом
houseinoneofthestrangestcommunitiesinСеверной
NorthAmerica.Itwasonthatslenderriotousisland
который
whichextendsitselfdueeastofНью
NewYork—andwherethereare,среди
amongothernaturalcuriosities,twounusualformationsofземли
land.Twentymilesfromthe
города
cityapairofenormouseggs,одинаковых
identicalincontourandseparatedтолько
onlybyacourtesybay,jutoutintothemostdomesticatedbodyofsaltводы
waterintheWesternhemisphere,theбольшой
greatwetbarnyardofLongАйленд
IslandSound.Theyarenotperfectovals—likethe
яйцо
eggintheColumbusstory,theyarebothcrushedflatatthecontactend—buttheirphysicalсходство
resemblancemustbeasourceofperpetualwondertothegullsкоторые
thatflyoverhead.Tothewinglessa
более
moreinterestingphenomenonistheirdissimilarityineveryparticularкроме
exceptshapeandsize.Ilivedat
Вест
WestEgg,the—well,thelessfashionableoftheдвух
two,thoughthisisamostsuperficialtagtoвыразить
expressthebizarreandnotaнемного
littlesinistercontrastbetweenthem.My
дом
housewasattheverytipoftheegg,onlyfiftyyardsfromtheSound,и
andsqueezedbetweentwohugeplacesкоторые
thatrentedfortwelveorfifteenтысяч
thousandaseason.Theoneonmyrightwasacolossalaffairbyanystandard—itwasafactual
имитация
imitationofsomeHôteldeVilleinNormandy,с
withatowerononeстороне
side,spankingnewunderathinbeardofrawivy,и
andamarbleswimmingpool,и
andmorethanfortyacresoflawnи
andgarden.ItwasGatsby’s
особняк
mansion.Or,rather,asIdidn’tknowMr.Gatsby,itwas
в
amansioninhabitedbyaджентльмен
gentlemanofthatname.My
собственный
ownhousewasaneyesore,но
butitwasasmalleyesore,и
andithadbeenoverlooked,soIhadaviewofthewater,aчастичный
partialviewofmyneighbour’sгазон
lawn,andtheconsolingproximityofmillionaires—allforeightydollarsaмесяц
month.Acrossthecourtesybaythewhitepalacesoffashionable
Ист
EastEggglitteredalongtheводы
water,andthehistoryofthesummerдействительно
reallybeginsontheeveningIdroveoverтуда
theretohavedinnerwiththeTomBuchanans.Дейзи
Daisywasmysecondcousinonceremoved,и
andI’dknownTomincollege.И
AndjustafterthewarIspentдва
twodayswiththeminChicago.Her
муж
husband,amongvariousphysicalaccomplishments,hadbeenодин
oneofthemostpowerfulendsthateverplayedфутбол
footballatNewHaven—anationalfigureinaway,один
oneofthosemenwhoreachsuchanacutelimitedexcellenceattwenty-onethatвсе
everythingafterwardsavoursofanticlimax.His
семья
familywereenormouslywealthy—evenincollegehisсвобода
freedomwithmoneywasamatterforreproach—butтеперь
nowhe’dleftChicagoandcomeВосток
Eastinafashionthatскорее
rathertookyourbreathaway:forinstance,he’dbroughtdownastringofpoloponiesfromLakeForest.
Itwas
трудно
hardtorealizethatamaninmyownпоколения
generationwaswealthyenoughtoсделать
dothat.Whytheycame
Восток
EastIdon’tknow.Theyhadspenta
год
yearinFrancefornoparticularreason,и
andthendriftedhereandтуда
thereunrestfullywhereverpeopleplayedpoloи
andwererichtogether.Thiswasa
постоянный
permanentmove,saidDaisyoverthetelephone,но
butIdidn’tbelieveit—Ihadне
nosightintoDaisy’sheart,но
butIfeltthatTomwoulddriftonвечно
foreverseeking,alittlewistfully,forthedramaticturbulenceofsomeirrecoverablefootballgame.И
Andsoithappenedthatonaтеплый
warmwindyeveningIdroveovertoИст
EastEggtoseetwooldfriendswhomIедва
scarcelyknewatall.Their
дом
housewasevenmoreelaborateчем
thanIexpected,acheerfulred-and-whiteGeorgianColonialособняк
mansion,overlookingthebay.Thelawnstartedatthebeach
и
andrantowardsthefrontdoorforaчетверть
quarterofamile,jumpingoversundialsи
andbrickwalksandburninggardens—finallyкогда
whenitreachedthehousedriftingвверх
upthesideinbrightvinesasthoughfromthemomentumofitsrun.ThefrontwasbrokenbyalineofFrenchwindows,glowing
теперь
nowwithreflectedgoldandwideopentothewarmwindyafternoon,и
andTomBuchananinridingclotheswasstandingс
withhislegsapartonthefrontporch.Hehadchanged
с
sincehisNewHavenyears.Теперь
Nowhewasasturdystraw-hairedmanofthirty,с
witharatherhardmouthи
andasuperciliousmanner.Twoshiningarroganteyeshadestablisheddominance
над
overhisfaceandgavehimtheappearanceofвсегда
alwaysleaningaggressivelyforward.Not
даже
eventheeffeminateswankofhisridingодежды
clothescouldhidetheenormouspowerofthatbody—heseemedtofillэти
thoseglisteningbootsuntilhestrainedthetoplacing,и
andyoucouldseeagreatpackofmuscleshiftingкогда
whenhisshouldermovedunderhisthinпальто
coat.Itwasabodycapableofenormousleverage—acruel
тело
body.Hisspeakingvoice,agruffhuskytenor,addedtothe
впечатление
impressionoffractiousnessheconveyed.Therewasa
прикосновение
touchofpaternalcontemptinit,даже
eventowardpeopleheliked—andthereweremenatНью
NewHavenwhohadhatedhisguts.“Now,don’tthinkmy
мнение
opiniononthesemattersisfinal,”heseemedtosay,“justпотому что
becauseI’mstrongerandmoreofaмужчина
manthanyouare.”Wewereinthesameseniorsociety,
и
andwhilewewereneverintimateIвсегда
alwayshadtheimpressionthatheapprovedofmeи
andwantedmetolikehimс
withsomeharsh,defiantwistfulnessofhisown.Wetalkedfora
несколько
fewminutesonthesunnyporch.“I’vegotaniceplacehere,”hesaid,hiseyesflashingaboutrestlessly.
Turningmearoundbyonearm,hemovedabroadflathand
вдоль
alongthefrontvista,includinginitssweepasunkenItalianсад
garden,ahalfacreofdeep,pungentroses,и
andasnub-nosedmotorboatthatbumpedthetideoffshore.“ItbelongedtoDemaine,theoilman.”
Heturnedmearound
снова
again,politelyandabruptly.“We’llgoinside.”
Wewalked
через
throughahighhallwayintoabrightrosy-colouredпространство
space,fragilelyboundintothehousebyFrenchwindowsateitherend.Thewindowswereajar
и
andgleamingwhiteagainstthefreshgrassснаружи
outsidethatseemedtogrowaнемного
littlewayintothehouse.Abreezeblewthroughtheroom,blewcurtainsinatoneend
и
andouttheotherlikepaleflags,twistingthemвверх
uptowardthefrostedwedding-cakeoftheпотолка
ceiling,andthenrippledoverthewine-colouredrug,makingaтень
shadowonitaswinddoesontheморе
sea.Theonlycompletelystationaryobjectintheroomwasan
огромный
enormouscouchonwhichtwoмолодые
youngwomenwerebuoyedupasthoughuponananchoredballoon.Theywerebothinwhite,
и
andtheirdresseswereripplingи
andflutteringasiftheyhadтолько
justbeenblownbackinпосле
afterashortflightaroundthehouse.Imusthavestoodfora
несколько
fewmomentslisteningtothewhipи
andsnapofthecurtainsи
andthegroanofapictureonthewall.ThentherewasaboomasTomBuchananshutthe
задние
rearwindowsandthecaughtветер
winddiedoutabouttheroom,и
andthecurtainsandtherugsи
andthetwoyoungwomenballoonedмедленно
slowlytothefloor.The
младший
youngerofthetwowasastrangertoменя
me.Shewasextendedfulllengthatherendofthedivan,completelymotionless,
и
andwithherchinraisedaнемного
little,asifshewerebalancingто
somethingonitwhichwasquiteвероятно
likelytofall.Ifshesawmeoutofthecornerofhereyesshegave
не
nohintofit—indeed,Iwasпочти
almostsurprisedintomurmuringanизвинения
apologyforhavingdisturbedherbycomingin.Theother
девушка
girl,Daisy,madeanattempttorise—sheleanedслегка
slightlyforwardwithaconscientiousexpression—thenshelaughed,anabsurd,очаровательный
charminglittlelaugh,andIlaughedтоже
tooandcameforwardintotheroom.“I’mp-paralysedwithhappiness.”
Shelaughed
снова
again,asifshesaidто
somethingverywitty,andheldmyруку
handforamoment,lookingupintomyface,promisingчто
thattherewasnooneintheмире
worldshesomuchwantedtoвидеть
see.Thatwasawayshehad.
Shehintedinamurmur
что
thatthesurnameofthebalancinggirlwasБейкер
Baker.(I’vehearditsaid
что
thatDaisy’smurmurwasonlytomakeлюди
peopleleantowardher;anirrelevant
критика
criticismthatmadeitnoменее
lesscharming.)Atanyrate,
Мисс
MissBaker’slipsfluttered,shenoddedatmeпочти
almostimperceptibly,andthenquicklytippedherголову
headbackagain—theobjectshewasbalancinghadочевидно
obviouslytotteredalittleandgivenherто
somethingofafright.Againasortof
извинения
apologyarosetomylips.Почти
Almostanyexhibitionofcompleteself-sufficiencydrawsastunnedtributefromменя
me.Ilookedbackatmycousin,whobegantoaskmequestionsinherlow,thrillingvoice.
Itwasthekindof
голос
voicethattheearfollowsвверх
upanddown,asifeachречь
speechisanarrangementofnotesthatwillneverbeplayedснова
again.Herfacewassad
и
andlovelywithbrightthingsinit,яркий
brighteyesandabrightстрастный
passionatemouth,buttherewasanволнение
excitementinhervoicethatmenwhohadcaredforherfoundтрудно
difficulttoforget:asingingcompulsion,awhispered“Listen,”a
обещание
promisethatshehaddonegay,захватывающие
excitingthingsjustawhilesinceи
andthatthereweregay,захватывающие
excitingthingshoveringinthenexthour.Itoldher
как
howIhadstoppedoffinChicagoforaдень
dayonmywayEast,и
andhowadozenpeoplehadsenttheirлюбовь
lovethroughme.“Dotheymissme?”
shecriedecstatically.
“The
весь
wholetownisdesolate.Allthecars
есть
havetheleftrearwheelpaintedblackasamourningвенок
wreath,andthere’sapersistentwailвсе
allnightalongthenorthshore.”“Howgorgeous!
Let’sgoback,Tom.
Tomorrow!”
Thensheaddedirrelevantly:
“Yououghtto
увидеть
seethebaby.”“I’dliketo.”
“She’s
спит
asleep.She’sthreeyearsold.
Haven’tyoueverseenher?”
“Never.”
“Well,yououghttosee
ней
her.She’s—”.
TomBuchanan,whohadbeenhoveringrestlesslyabouttheroom,stopped
и
andrestedhishandonmyплечо
shoulder.“Whatyoudoing,Nick?”
“I’mabondman.”
“Whowith?”
Itold
ему
him.“Neverheardofthem,”heremarkeddecisively.
Это
Thisannoyedme.“Youwill,”Ianswered
вскоре
shortly.“YouwillifyoustayintheEast.”
“Oh,I’llstayinthe
Востоке
East,don’tyouworry,”hesaid,glancingatДейзи
Daisyandthenbackatменя
me,asifhewerealertforто
somethingmore.“I’dbeaGoddamnedfooltoliveanywhereelse.”
At
этот
thispointMissBakersaid:“Absolutely!”
with
такой
suchsuddennessthatIstarted—itwasв
thefirstwordshehadutteredsinceIcameintoв
theroom.Evidentlyitsurprisedherasmuchasitdid
меня
me,forsheyawnedandс
withaseriesofrapid,deftmovementsstoodupintotheroom.“I’mstiff,”shecomplained,“I’vebeenlyingonthatsofaforas
долго
longasIcanremember.”“Don’tlookatme,”
Дейзи
Daisyretorted,“I’vebeentryingtogetyoutoНью
NewYorkallafternoon.”“No,thanks,”said
Мисс
MissBakertothefourcocktailsтолько
justinfromthepantry.“I’m
абсолютно
absolutelyintraining.”Herhostlookedatherincredulously.
“Youare!”
Hetookdownhisdrinkas
если
ifitwereadropintheдне
bottomofaglass.“Howyouevergetanythingdoneisbeyondme.”
Ilookedat
Мисс
MissBaker,wonderingwhatitwasshe“gotdone.”Ienjoyedlookingat
нее
her.Shewasaslender,small-breastedgirl,
с
withanerectcarriage,whichsheaccentuatedbythrowingherтело
bodybackwardattheshouldersкак
likeayoungcadet.Her
серые
greysun-strainedeyeslookedbackatmeс
withpolitereciprocalcuriosityoutofawan,charming,discontentedface.Itoccurredtome
теперь
nowthatIhadseenее
her,orapictureofее
her,somewherebefore.“Youlivein
Вест
WestEgg,”sheremarkedcontemptuously.“I
знаю
knowsomebodythere.”“Idon’t
знаю
knowasingle—”.“YoumustknowGatsby.”
“Gatsby?”
demanded
Дейзи
Daisy.“WhatGatsby?”
BeforeIcould
ответить
replythathewasmyneighbourужин
dinnerwasannounced;wedginghistensearmimperativelyundermine,TomBuchanancompelledmefromtheroomasthoughheweremovingacheckertoanother
площадь
square.Slenderly,languidly,theirhandssetlightlyontheirhips,the
две
twoyoungwomenprecededusoutontoarosy-colouredporch,opentowardthesunset,где
wherefourcandlesflickeredonthetableinthediminishedwind.“Whycandles?”
objected
Дейзи
Daisy,frowning.Shesnappedthemoutwithherfingers.
“In
две
twoweeksit’llbetheдлинный
longestdayintheyear.”Shelookedatusallradiantly.
“Doyou
всегда
alwayswatchforthelongestдня
dayoftheyearandthenmissего
it?Ialwayswatchforthe
длинный
longestdayintheyearandthenmissit.”“Weoughttoplansomething,”yawned
Мисс
MissBaker,sittingdownatthetableasifsheweregettingintoпостель
bed.“Allright,”saidDaisy.
“What’llweplan?”
Sheturnedtomehelplessly:
“Whatdo
люди
peopleplan?”BeforeIcould
ответить
answerhereyesfastenedwithanawedвыражение
expressiononherlittlefinger.“Look!”
shecomplained;
“Ihurtit.”
We
все
alllooked—theknucklewasblackи
andblue.“Youdidit,Tom,”shesaidaccusingly.
“I
знаю
knowyoudidn’tmeanto,но
butyoudiddoit.That’swhatIgetformarryingabruteofaman,agreat,big,hulkingphysicalspecimenofa—”.
“I
ненавижу
hatethatword‘hulking,’ ”objectedTomcrossly,“eveninkidding.”“Hulking,”insisted
Дейзи
Daisy.SometimessheandMiss
Бейкер
Bakertalkedatonce,unobtrusivelyи
andwithabanteringinconsequencethatwasneverсовсем
quitechatter,thatwasascoolastheirwhitedressesи
andtheirimpersonaleyesintheотсутствие
absenceofalldesire.Theywere
здесь
here,andtheyacceptedTomи
andme,makingonlyapolitepleasantусилия
efforttoentertainortobeentertained.Theyknew
что
thatpresentlydinnerwouldbeoverи
andalittlelatertheeveningтоже
toowouldbeoverandнебрежно
casuallyputaway.Itwas
резко
sharplydifferentfromtheWest,где
whereaneveningwashurriedfromфазы
phasetophasetowardsitsclose,inacontinuallydisappointedожидании
anticipationorelseinsheernervousdreadofthemomentitself.“Youmakemefeeluncivilized,Daisy,”Iconfessedonmysecondglassofcorky
но
butratherimpressiveclaret.“Can’tyoutalk
о
aboutcropsorsomething?”Imeant
ничего
nothinginparticularbythisremark,но
butitwastakenupinanunexpectedобразом
way.“Civilization’sgoingtopieces,”brokeoutTomviolently.
“I’vegottentobeaterriblepessimistaboutthings.
HaveyoureadTheRiseoftheColouredEmpiresbythismanGoddard?”
“Why,no,”Ianswered,
довольно
rathersurprisedbyhistone.“Well,it’safine
книга
book,andeverybodyoughttoпрочитать
readit.Theideais
если
ifwedon’tlookoutв
thewhiteracewillbe—willbeutterlysubmerged.It’s
все
allscientificstuff;it’sbeenproved.”