Short Fiction by Fyodor Sologub (hot novels to read txt) ๐
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Fyodor Sologub was a Russian poet, novelist and playwright, working in the late nineteenth and early twentieth centuries. His work generally has a downcast outlook with recurring mystical elements, and often uses anthropomorphic objects or fantastical situations to comment on human behaviour. As well as novels (including the critically acclaimed The Little Demon), Sologub wrote over five hundred short stories, ranging in length from half-page fables to nearly novella-length tales.
While most of his short stories were not contemporaneously translated, both John Cournos and Stephen Graham produced English compilations and contributed individual stories to publications such as The Russian Review and The Egoist. This collection comprises the best individual English translations in the public domain of Sologubโs short stories, presented in chronological order of the publication of their translation.
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Sonpolyev waited until the trembling, shrill laughter ceased, and he answered his guest:
โYou are the uniter of souls. But why did you not join us at our birth?โ
The monster hissed, curled up, then stopped and threw upward one of his side heads and exclaimed:
โWe can repair this if you like. Do you wish it?โ
โI wish it,โ Sonpolyev replied quickly.
โCall him to you on New Yearโs Eve, and call me. This hair will enable you to summon me.โ
The monster ran quickly to the lamp, and placing upon its stand a short, thin black hair continued speaking: โWhen you light it Iโll come. But you ought to know that neither you nor he will preserve afterward a separate existence. And the man who will depart from here shall contain both souls, but it will be neither you nor he.โ
Then he disappeared. His shrill, rusty laughter still resounded and tormented the ear, but Sonpolyev no longer saw anyone before him. Only a black hair on the flat stand of the lamp reminded him of his guest.
Sonpolyev took the hair and put it into his purse.
The last day of the year was approaching midnight.
Garmonov was sitting once more at Sonpolyevโs. They spoke quietly, in subdued voices. It was painful. Sonpolyev asked: โYou do not regret coming to my lonely party?โ
The smooth-faced young man smiled, and this made his teeth seem very white. He drawled out his words very slowly, and what he said was so tedious and so empty that Sonpolyev had no desire to listen to him. Sonpolyev, without continuing the conversation, asked quite bluntly: โYou remember your earlier existence?โ
โNot very well,โ answered Garmonov.
It was clear that he did not understand the question, and that he thought Sonpolyev had asked him about his childhood.
Sonpolyev frowned in his vexation. He began to explain what he wished to say. He felt that his speech was involved and long. And this vexed him still more.
But Garmonov had understood. He grew cheerful. He flushed slightly. His words had a more animated sound than usual: โYes, yes, I sometimes feel that I have lived before. It is such a strange feeling. Itโs as though that life was fuller, bolder and freer; and that I dared to do things that I dare not do now.
โAnd isnโt it true,โ asked Sonpolyev in some agitation, โthat you feel as though you had lost something, as though you now lack the most significant part of your being?โ
โYes,โ answered Garmonov with emphasis. โThatโs precisely my feeling.โ
โWould you like to restore this missing part?โ Sonpolyev continued to question. โTo be once more as before, whole and bold; to contain in one bodyโ โwhich shall feel itself light and young and freeโ โthe fullness of life and the union of the antagonistic identities of our human breed. To be, indeed, more than whole; to feel as it were, in oneโs breast, the beating of a doubled heart; to be this and that; to join two clashing souls within oneself, and to wrest the necessary manhood and hardihood for great deeds from the fiery struggle of intense contradictions.โ
โYes, yes,โ said Garmonov, โI, too, sometimes dream about this.โ
Sonpolyev was afraid to look at the irresolute, confused, smooth face of his young visitor. He vaguely feared that Garmonovโs face would disconcert him. He made haste.
Besides, midnight was approaching. Sonpolyev said quietly: โI have the means in my hands to realize this dream. Do you wish to have it realized?โ
โI should like to,โ said Garmonov irresolutely.
Sonpolyev raised his eyes. He looked at Garmonov with firmness and decision, as though he demanded something urgent and indispensable from him. He looked with a fixed intentness into the dark youthful eyes, which should have flamed fire, but instead they were the cold, crafty eyes of a little man with half a soul.
But it seemed to Sonpolyev that under his fixed fiery gaze Garmonovโs eyes were becoming inflamed with enthusiasm and burning wrath. The young manโs smooth face had suddenly become significant and stern.
โDo you wish it?โ Sonpolyev asked him once more.
Garmonov replied quickly, with decision:
โI wish it.โ
And then a strange, sharp, shrill voice pronounced: โOh, small and cunning man; you who once during your ancient existence did a deed of great hardihoodโ โthat was when you joined your crafty soul to the flaming soul of an indignant manโ โtell us in this great, rare hour, have you firmly decided to merge your soul with the other, the different soul?โ
And Garmonov answered even more quickly and more decisively: โI wish to!โ
Sonpolyev listened to the shrill voice of the questioner. He recognized him. He was not mistaken: the โI wish to!โ of Garmonov had already lost itself in the rusty, metallic laughter of that extraordinary visitor.
Sonpolyev waited until the laughter ceased; then he said: โBut you should know that you will have to reject all dissembling. And all the joys of separate existence. Once I achieve my magic we shall both perish, and we shall set free our souls, or rather we shall fuse them together, and there shall be neither I nor youโ โthere will be one in our place, and he shall be fiery in his conception, and cold in his execution. Both of us will have to go, in order to give a place to him, in whom both of us will be united. My friend, have you resolved upon this terrible thing? It is a great and terrible thing.โ
Garmonov smiled a strange, faltering smile. But the fiery glance of Sonpolyev extinguished the smile; and the young man, as if submitting to some inevitable and fated command, pronounced in a dim, lifeless voice: โI have decided. I wish it. I am not afraid.โ
Sonpolyev took the hair out of his wallet with trembling fingers. He lit a candle. Behind it hid the four-headed visitor. His grey body seemed to quake; and it vacillated in the wavering flame that fondled in its flickering embraces the white body of the submissive candle.
Garmonov opened his
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