I
Inmyyounger
і
andmorevulnerableyearsmyбатько
fathergavemesomeadviceякі
thatI’vebeenturningoverinmymindeverз
since.“Wheneveryoufeellikecriticizinganyone,”hetold
мені
me,“justrememberthatalltheлюди
peopleinthisworldhaven’thadtheadvantagesthatyou’vehad.”Hedidn’tsayany
більше
more,butwe’vealwaysbeenunusuallycommunicativeinна
areservedway,andIunderstoodщо
thathemeantagreatdealбільше
morethanthat.Inconsequence,I’minclinedtoreserve
всі
alljudgements,ahabitthathasopenedupбагато
manycuriousnaturestomeа
andalsomademethevictimofnotaнебагатьох
fewveteranbores.Theabnormal
розум
mindisquicktodetectі
andattachitselftothisqualityколи
whenitappearsinanormalperson,і
andsoitcameaboutщо
thatincollegeIwasunjustlyaccusedofbeingapolitician,тому
becauseIwasprivytothesecretgriefsofwild,unknownmen.Більшість
Mostoftheconfidenceswereunsought—frequentlyIhavefeignedsleep,preoccupation,або
orahostilelevitywhenIrealizedbysomeunmistakablesignщо
thatanintimaterevelationwasquiveringonthehorizon;fortheintimaterevelationsof
молодих
youngmen,oratleastthetermsinwhichtheyexpressїх
them,areusuallyplagiaristicandmarredbyobvioussuppressions.Reservingjudgementsisa
питання
matterofinfinitehope.Iamstilla
трохи
littleafraidofmissingsomethingякщо
ifIforgetthat,asmyбатько
fathersnobbishlysuggested,andIsnobbishlyrepeat,asenseofthefundamentaldecenciesisparcelledoutunequallyatbirth.І
And,afterboastingthiswayofmytolerance,Iприйшов
cometotheadmissionthatithasalimit.Conduct
може
maybefoundedonthehardrockабо
orthewetmarshes,butпісля
afteracertainpointIdon’tcarewhatit’sfoundedon.Коли
WhenIcamebackfromtheEastlastautumnIfeltщо
thatIwantedtheworldtobeinuniformі
andatasortofmoralattentionforever;Iwanted
не
nomoreriotousexcursionswithprivilegedglimpsesintoна
thehumanheart.OnlyGatsby,the
людина
manwhogiveshisnametoцій
thisbook,wasexemptfrommyreaction—Gatsby,whorepresentedвсе
everythingforwhichIhaveanunaffectedscorn.Якщо
Ifpersonalityisanunbrokenseriesofsuccessfulgestures,thentherewasщось
somethinggorgeousabouthim,someheightenedsensitivitytothepromisesofжиттєвих
life,asifhewererelatedtoоднією
oneofthoseintricatemachinesщо
thatregisterearthquakestenthousandmilesaway.Thisresponsivenesshad
нічого
nothingtodowiththatflabbyimpressionabilitywhichisdignifiedunderthenameofthe“creativetemperament”—itwasanextraordinarygiftforнадії
hope,aromanticreadinesssuchasIhaveніколи не
neverfoundinanyotherpersonі
andwhichitisnotlikelyIshalleverfindзнову
again.No—Gatsbyturnedoutallrightattheend;
itiswhatpreyedonGatsby,whatfouldustfloatedinthewakeofhisdreamsthattemporarilyclosedoutmyinterestintheabortivesorrows
і
andshort-windedelationsofmen.My
сім'я
familyhavebeenprominent,well-to-dopeopleinцьому
thisMiddleWesterncityforтрьох
threegenerations.TheCarrawaysaresomethingofaclan,
і
andwehaveatraditionthatwe’redescendedfromtheDukesofBuccleuch,але
buttheactualfounderofmyлінії
linewasmygrandfather’sbrother,whocameсюди
hereinfifty-one,sentasubstitutetotheCivilВійну
War,andstartedthewholesalehardwareбізнес
businessthatmyfathercarriesontoday.I
ніколи не
neversawthisgreat-uncle,butI’msupposedtoвиглядати
looklikehim—withspecialreferencetoна
theratherhard-boiledpaintingthathangsinfather’soffice.IgraduatedfromNewHavenin1915,
лише
justaquarterofacenturyпісля
aftermyfather,andaтрохи
littlelaterIparticipatedinthatdelayedTeutonicmigrationknownastheGreatВійна
War.Ienjoyedthecounter-raidsothoroughly
що
thatIcamebackrestless.Insteadofbeing
на
thewarmcentreoftheсвіту
world,theMiddleWestnowseemedlikeна
theraggededgeoftheuniverse—soIdecidedtoпіти
goEastandlearnthebondбізнес
business.EverybodyIknewwasinthebondbusiness,soIsupposeditcouldsupportonemoresingleman.
Всі
Allmyauntsandunclestalkeditoverasiftheywerechoosingaprepшколу
schoolforme,andfinallysaid,“Why—ye-es,”з
withverygrave,hesitantfaces.Батько
Fatheragreedtofinancemeforayear,і
andaftervariousdelaysIcameEast,permanently,Ithought,inthespringoftwenty-two.Thepracticalthingwasto
знайти
findroomsinthecity,але
butitwasawarmseason,andIhadjustleftacountryofwidelawnsandfriendlytrees,soколи
whenayoungmanattheофісу
officesuggestedthatwetakeaбудинок
housetogetherinacommutingtown,itsoundedяк
likeagreatidea.Hefoundthe
будинок
house,aweather-beatencardboardbungalowateightyamonth,але
butatthelastminutethefirmorderedhimtoWashington,а
andIwentouttothecountryalone.Ihadadog—atleastIhadhimfora
кілька
fewdaysuntilheranaway—andanстарий
oldDodgeandaFinnishwoman,whomademyліжко
bedandcookedbreakfastandmutteredFinnishwisdomtoherselfнад
overtheelectricstove.Itwaslonelyfora
день
dayorsountiloneранку
morningsomeman,morerecentlyarrivedніж
thanI,stoppedmeontheroad.“HowdoyougettoWestEggvillage?”
heaskedhelplessly.
Itold
йому
him.AndasIwalkedonIwaslonely
не
nolonger.Iwasaguide,apathfinder,anoriginalsettler.
Hehadcasuallyconferredonmethefreedomoftheneighbourhood.
І
Andsowiththesunshineі
andthegreatburstsofleavesgrowingonthetrees,justasthingsgrowinfastmovies,Ihadщо
thatfamiliarconvictionthatlifewasbeginningoverзнову
againwiththesummer.Therewasso
багато
muchtoread,foronething,і
andsomuchfinehealthtobepulleddownoutoftheyoungbreath-givingповітря
air.Iboughtadozenvolumesonbankingandcreditandinvestmentsecurities,andtheystoodonmyshelfinredandgold
як
likenewmoneyfromthemint,promisingtounfoldtheshiningsecretsякі
thatonlyMidasandMorganandMaecenasknew.І
AndIhadthehighintentionofreadingбагато
manyotherbooksbesides.Iwasratherliteraryincollege—one
року
yearIwroteaseriesofдуже
verysolemnandobviouseditorialsfortheYaleNews—andтепер
nowIwasgoingtobringbackallтакі
suchthingsintomylifeі
andbecomeagainthatmostlimitedofallspecialists,the“well-roundedman.”Thisisn’t
просто
justanepigram—lifeismuchmoresuccessfullylookedatfromasinglewindow,afterall.Itwasamatterofchance
що
thatIshouldhaverentedaбудинок
houseinoneofthestrangestcommunitiesinNorthAmerica.ItwasonthatslenderriotousislandwhichextendsitselfdueeastofNewYork—and
де
wherethereare,amongothernaturalcuriosities,два
twounusualformationsofland.Twentymilesfromthe
міста
cityapairofenormouseggs,identicalincontourandseparatedлише
onlybyacourtesybay,jutoutintothemostdomesticatedbodyofsaltводи
waterintheWesternhemisphere,theвеликий
greatwetbarnyardofLongIslandSound.Theyarenotperfectovals—liketheeggintheColumbusstory,theyarebothcrushedflatatthecontactend—buttheirphysicalresemblancemustbeasourceofperpetualwondertothegulls
які
thatflyoverhead.Tothewinglessa
більш
moreinterestingphenomenonistheirdissimilarityineveryparticularexceptshapeі
andsize.IlivedatWestEgg,the—well,thelessfashionableofthe
двох
two,thoughthisisamostsuperficialtagtoexpressthebizarreі
andnotalittlesinistercontrastміж
betweenthem.Myhousewasatthe
самому
verytipoftheegg,onlyfiftyyardsfromtheSound,і
andsqueezedbetweentwohugeplacesякі
thatrentedfortwelveorfifteenthousandaseason.Theoneonmyrightwasacolossalaffairbyanystandard—itwasafactualimitationofsomeHôteldeVilleinNormandy,withatoweronone
стороні
side,spankingnewunderathinbeardofrawivy,і
andamarbleswimmingpool,і
andmorethanfortyacresoflawnі
andgarden.ItwasGatsby’smansion.
Або
Or,rather,asIdidn’tknowMr.Gatsby,itwasamansioninhabitedbyagentlemanofthatname.My
власний
ownhousewasaneyesore,але
butitwasasmalleyesore,і
andithadbeenoverlooked,soIhadaviewoftheводу
water,apartialviewofmyneighbour’slawn,і
andtheconsolingproximityofmillionaires—allforeightydollarsamonth.Acrossthecourtesybaythe
білі
whitepalacesoffashionableEastEggglitteredуздовж
alongthewater,andthehistoryofthesummerдійсно
reallybeginsontheeveningIdroveoverтуди
theretohavedinnerwiththeTomBuchanans.Daisywasmysecondcousinonceremoved,
а
andI’dknownTomincollege.І
AndjustafterthewarIspentдва
twodayswiththeminChicago.Her
чоловік
husband,amongvariousphysicalaccomplishments,hadbeenoneofthemostpowerfulendsthateverplayedfootballatNewHaven—anationalfigureinaway,oneofтих
thosemenwhoreachsuchanacutelimitedexcellenceattwenty-onethatвсе
everythingafterwardsavoursofanticlimax.His
сім'я
familywereenormouslywealthy—evenincollegehisfreedomз
withmoneywasamatterforreproach—butтепер
nowhe’dleftChicagoandприйшов
comeEastinafashionщо
thatrathertookyourbreathaway:forinstance,he’dbroughtdownastringofpoloponiesfromLakeForest.
Itwas
важко
hardtorealizethataлюдина
maninmyowngenerationwaswealthyдостатньо
enoughtodothat.WhytheycameEastIdon’t
знаю
know.Theyhadspenta
рік
yearinFrancefornoparticularreason,andthendriftedсюди
hereandthereunrestfullywhereverлюди
peopleplayedpoloandwererichразом
together.Thiswasapermanentmove,saidDaisyoverthetelephone,
але
butIdidn’tbelieveit—Ihadне
nosightintoDaisy’sheart,але
butIfeltthatTomwoulddriftonforeverseeking,aтрохи
littlewistfully,forthedramaticturbulenceofsomeirrecoverablefootballгри
game.Andsoithappened
що
thatonawarmwindyeveningIdroveovertoEastEggtoseeдвох
twooldfriendswhomIscarcelyknewatall.Their
будинок
housewasevenmoreelaborateніж
thanIexpected,acheerfulred-and-whiteGeorgianColonialmansion,overlookingthebay.Thelawnstartedatthebeach
і
andrantowardsthefrontдверей
doorforaquarterofamile,jumpingoversundialsі
andbrickwalksandburninggardens—finallyколи
whenitreachedthehousedriftinguptheбоці
sideinbrightvinesasthoughfromthemomentumofitsrun.The
передній
frontwasbrokenbyalineofFrenchwindows,glowingтепер
nowwithreflectedgoldandwideopentothewarmwindyafternoon,andTomBuchananinridingclotheswasstandingwithhislegsapartontheпередній
frontporch.Hehadchanged
з
sincehisNewHavenyears.Тепер
Nowhewasasturdystraw-hairedчоловік
manofthirty,witharatherhardmouthі
andasuperciliousmanner.Twoshiningarroganteyeshadestablisheddominance
над
overhisfaceandgavehimtheappearanceofзавжди
alwaysleaningaggressivelyforward.Not
навіть
eventheeffeminateswankofhisridingclothescouldhidetheenormouspowerofthatbody—heseemedtofillці
thoseglisteningbootsuntilhestrainedthetoplacing,і
andyoucouldseeaвеликий
greatpackofmuscleshiftingколи
whenhisshouldermovedunderhisthincoat.Itwas
на
abodycapableofenormousleverage—acruelтіло
body.Hisspeakingvoice,agruffhuskytenor,addedtotheimpressionoffractiousnessheconveyed.
Therewasatouchofpaternalcontemptinit,
навіть
eventowardpeopleheliked—andthereweremenatNewHavenякі
whohadhatedhisguts.“Now,don’tthinkmyopinionon
цих
thesemattersisfinal,”heseemedtosay,“justтому
becauseI’mstrongerandmoreofaчоловік
manthanyouare.”Wewereinthesameseniorsociety,
і
andwhilewewereneverintimateIзавжди
alwayshadtheimpressionthatheapprovedofmeі
andwantedmetolikehimwithsomeharsh,defiantwistfulnessofhisown.Wetalkedfora
кілька
fewminutesonthesunnyporch.“I’vegotaniceplacehere,”hesaid,hiseyesflashingaboutrestlessly.
Turningmearoundby
однією
onearm,hemovedabroadflathandвздовж
alongthefrontvista,includinginitssweepasunkenItaliangarden,ahalfacreofdeep,pungentroses,і
andasnub-nosedmotorboatthatbumpedthetideoffshore.“ItbelongedtoDemaine,theoilman.”
Heturnedmearound
знову
again,politelyandabruptly.“We’llgoinside.”
Wewalkedthroughahighhallwayintoabrightrosy-colouredspace,fragilelyboundintothehousebyFrenchwindowsateitherend.
Thewindowswereajar
і
andgleamingwhiteagainstthefreshgrassзовні
outsidethatseemedtogrowaтрохи
littlewayintothehouse.Abreezeblewthroughthe
кімнаті
room,blewcurtainsinatодного
oneendandouttheotherlikepaleflags,twistingthemuptowardthefrostedwedding-cakeoftheceiling,andthenrippledнад
overthewine-colouredrug,makingashadowonitaswinddoesonthesea.Theonlycompletelystationaryobjectinthe
кімнаті
roomwasanenormouscouchonwhichдві
twoyoungwomenwerebuoyedupasthoughuponananchoredballoon.Theywerebothinwhite,
і
andtheirdresseswereripplingі
andflutteringasiftheyhadтільки
justbeenblownbackinпісля
afterashortflightaroundthehouse.Imusthavestoodfora
кілька
fewmomentslisteningtothewhipі
andsnapofthecurtainsі
andthegroanofapictureonthewall.ThentherewasaboomasTomBuchananshuttherearwindows
і
andthecaughtwinddiedoutabouttheroom,і
andthecurtainsandtherugsі
andthetwoyoungwomenballoonedslowlytothefloor.Theyoungerofthetwowasastrangerto
мені
me.Shewasextendedfulllengthather
кінці
endofthedivan,completelymotionless,і
andwithherchinraisedaтрохи
little,asifshewerebalancingщось
somethingonitwhichwasquitelikelytofall.Якщо
Ifshesawmeoutofна
thecornerofhereyesshegaveне
nohintofit—indeed,Iwasмайже
almostsurprisedintomurmuringanapologyforhavingdisturbedherbycomingin.Theothergirl,Daisy,madeanattempttorise—sheleanedslightlyforward
з
withaconscientiousexpression—thenshelaughed,anabsurd,charminglittlelaugh,і
andIlaughedtooandcameforwardintotheroom.“I’mp-paralysedwithhappiness.”
Shelaughed
знову
again,asifshesaidщось
somethingverywitty,andheldmyруку
handforamoment,lookingupintomyобличчя
face,promisingthattherewasнемає
nooneintheworldshesomuchwantedtoпобачити
see.Thatwasawayshehad.
Shehintedinamurmur
що
thatthesurnameofthebalancinggirlwasBaker.(I’vehearditsaid
що
thatDaisy’smurmurwasonlytomakeлюдей
peopleleantowardher;anirrelevantcriticism
яка
thatmadeitnolesscharming.)Atanyrate,
Міс
MissBaker’slipsfluttered,shenoddedatmeмайже
almostimperceptibly,andthenquicklytippedherheadназад
backagain—theobjectshewasbalancinghadobviouslytotteredaтрохи
littleandgivenhersomethingofafright.Знову
Againasortofapologyarosetomylips.Майже
Almostanyexhibitionofcompleteself-sufficiencydrawsastunnedtributefromмене
me.Ilookedbackatmycousin,whobegantoaskmequestionsinherlow,thrillingvoice.
Itwasthekindofvoice
які
thattheearfollowsupі
anddown,asifeachspeechisanarrangementofnotesякі
thatwillneverbeplayedagain.Her
обличчя
facewassadandlovelyз
withbrightthingsinit,brighteyesі
andabrightpassionatemouth,але
buttherewasanexcitementinhervoicethatmenwhohadcaredforherfounddifficulttoзабути
forget:asingingcompulsion,awhispered“Listen,”apromise
що
thatshehaddonegay,excitingthingsтільки
justawhilesinceandщо
thatthereweregay,excitingthingshoveringinthenexthour.Itoldher
як
howIhadstoppedoffinChicagoforaдень
dayonmywayEast,і
andhowadozenpeoplehadsenttheirлюбов
lovethroughme.“Dotheymissme?”
shecriedecstatically.
“Thewhole
місто
townisdesolate.Allthecarshavetheleftrearwheelpainted
чорний
blackasamourningwreath,і
andthere’sapersistentwailвсіх
allnightalongthenorthshore.”“Howgorgeous!
Let’sgo
назад
back,Tom.Tomorrow!”
Thensheaddedirrelevantly:
“Yououghtto
побачити
seethebaby.”“I’dliketo.”
“She’sasleep.
She’s
три
threeyearsold.Haven’tyoueverseenher?”
“Never.”
“Well,yououghtto
побачити
seeher.She’s—”.
TomBuchanan,whohadbeenhoveringrestlesslyaboutthe
кімнаті
room,stoppedandrestedhisруку
handonmyshoulder.“Whatyoudoing,Nick?”
“I’mabondman.”
“Whowith?”
Itold
йому
him.“Neverheardofthem,”heremarkeddecisively.
Це
Thisannoyedme.“Youwill,”Iansweredshortly.
“You
буде
willifyoustayinна
theEast.”“Oh,I’llstayintheEast,don’tyouworry,”hesaid,glancingatDaisy
а
andthenbackatme,asifhewerealertforчогось
somethingmore.“I’dbeaGoddamnedfooltoliveanywhereelse.”
At
цей
thispointMissBakersaid:“Absolutely!”
withsuchsuddenness
що
thatIstarted—itwastheперше
firstwordshehadutteredsinceIcameintotheroom.Evidentlyitsurprisedherasmuchasitdid
мене
me,forsheyawnedandwithaseriesofrapid,deftmovementsstoodupintotheroom.“I’mstiff,”shecomplained,“I’vebeenlyingonthatsofaforas
довго
longasIcanremember.”“Don’tlookatme,”Daisyretorted,“I’vebeentryingtogetyoutoNewYorkallafternoon.”
“No,thanks,”said
Міс
MissBakertothefourcocktailsтільки
justinfromthepantry.“I’mabsolutelyintraining.”
Herhostlookedatherincredulously.
“Youare!”
Hetookdownhis
напій
drinkasifitwereadropinthebottomofaglass.“Howyoueverget
небудь
anythingdoneisbeyondme.”Ilookedat
Міс
MissBaker,wonderingwhatitwasshe“gotdone.”Ienjoyedlookingat
неї
her.Shewasaslender,small-breastedgirl,
з
withanerectcarriage,whichsheaccentuatedbythrowingherтіло
bodybackwardattheshouldersяк
likeayoungcadet.Hergreysun-strainedeyeslookedbackatmewithpolitereciprocalcuriosityoutofawan,charming,discontented
обличчя
face.Itoccurredtome
тепер
nowthatIhadseenїї
her,orapictureofїї
her,somewherebefore.“YouliveinWestEgg,”sheremarkedcontemptuously.
“I
знаю
knowsomebodythere.”“Idon’t
знаю
knowasingle—”.“Youmust
знаєте
knowGatsby.”“Gatsby?”
demandedDaisy.
“WhatGatsby?”
Перш ніж
BeforeIcouldreplythathewasmyneighbourвечеря
dinnerwasannounced;wedginghistensearmimperativelyundermine,TomBuchanancompelledmefromtheroomasthoughheweremovingacheckerto
іншу
anothersquare.Slenderly,languidly,theirhandssetlightlyontheirhips,the
дві
twoyoungwomenprecededusз
outontoarosy-colouredporch,opentowardthesunset,де
wherefourcandlesflickeredonthetableinthediminishedwind.“Whycandles?”
objectedDaisy,frowning.
Shesnappedthemoutwithherfingers.
“In
два
twoweeksit’llbethelongestдень
dayintheyear.”Shelookedatus
усіх
allradiantly.“Doyoualwayswatchfor
на
thelongestdayoftheроку
yearandthenmissit?I
завжди
alwayswatchforthelongestдень
dayintheyearandthenmissit.”“Weoughttoplansomething,”yawned
Міс
MissBaker,sittingdownatthetableasifsheweregettingintoліжко
bed.“Allright,”saidDaisy.
“What’llweplan?”
Sheturnedtomehelplessly:
“Whatdo
люди
peopleplan?”BeforeIcould
відповісти
answerhereyesfastenedwithanawedexpressiononherlittlefinger.“Look!”
shecomplained;
“Ihurtit.”
We
всі
alllooked—theknucklewasblackі
andblue.“Youdidit,Tom,”shesaidaccusingly.
“I
знаю
knowyoudidn’tmeanto,але
butyoudiddoit.That’swhatIgetformarryingabruteofaman,agreat,big,hulkingphysicalspecimenofa—”.
“I
ненавиджу
hatethatword‘hulking,’ ”objectedTomcrossly,“eveninkidding.”“Hulking,”insistedDaisy.
Іноді
SometimessheandMissBakertalkedatonce,unobtrusivelyі
andwithabanteringinconsequenceяка
thatwasneverquitechatter,яка
thatwasascoolastheirбілі
whitedressesandtheirimpersonaleyesintheabsenceofalldesire.Theywere
тут
here,andtheyacceptedTomі
andme,makingonlyapolitepleasantefforttoentertainабо
ortobeentertained.Theyknew
що
thatpresentlydinnerwouldbeoverі
andalittlelatertheeveningтеж
toowouldbeoverandcasuallyputaway.ItwassharplydifferentfromtheWest,
де
whereaneveningwashurriedfromphasetophasetowardsitsclose,inacontinuallydisappointedanticipationабо
orelseinsheernervousdreadofthemomentitself.“Youmakemefeeluncivilized,Daisy,”Iconfessedonmysecondglassofcorky
але
butratherimpressiveclaret.“Can’tyoutalk
про
aboutcropsorsomething?”Imeant
нічого
nothinginparticularbythisremark,але
butitwastakenupinanunexpectedчином
way.“Civilization’sgoingtopieces,”brokeoutTomviolently.
“I’vegottentobeaterriblepessimistaboutthings.
HaveyoureadTheRiseoftheColouredEmpiresby
цього
thismanGoddard?”“Why,no,”Ianswered,rathersurprisedbyhistone.
“Well,it’safine
книга
book,andeverybodyoughttoпрочитати
readit.Theideais
якщо
ifwedon’tlookouttheбіла
whiteracewillbe—willbeutterlysubmerged.It’s
все
allscientificstuff;it’sbeenproved.”