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Alexandre Dumas  

The Three Musketeers  



PART I  I

Chapter 1.  1. THE THREE GIFTS OF M. D'ARTAGNAN THE FATHER   - '-

On the first Monday in April, 1625, the entire population of the town of Menta, where the author of the Romance of the Rose was once born, seemed as excited as if the Huguenots were going to take him to the second La Rochelle.     1625     ,       ,   ,       -. Some of the townspeople, seeing the women running towards the Main Street, and hearing the cries of children coming from the doorsteps, hastily put on their armor, armed themselves with muskets, some with birdysh, to give themselves a more manly appearance, and rushed to the hotel "Free Miller", in front of which a dense and noisy crowd gathered the number of curious people increased by the minute.      ,     ,    ,    ,   ,   ,  ,      ,      ,        ,    .

In those days, such unrest was a common occurrence, and it was rare that a particular city could not record such an event in its annals.        ,               . The nobles fought one another; the king fought the cardinal; the Spaniards fought the king.      ;    ;     . But in addition to this struggle, now secret, now open, now hidden, now open, there were also thieves, beggars, Huguenots, vagabonds, and servants who fought against everyone. ,      ,  ,  ,  ,     ,  ,  ,   ,   . The citizens took up arms against thieves, against vagabonds, against servants, not infrequently against great lords, from time to time against the king, but never against the cardinal or the Spaniards.    ,  ,  ,     ,      ,       .

It was by this inveterate habit that on the first Monday in April, 1625, mentioned above, the townspeople, hearing the noise and seeing neither the yellow and red badges nor the livery of the Duc de Richelieu's servants, rushed to the Free Miller Inn.

And only there did the cause of the commotion become clear to everyone.            1625  ,       - ,      ,     .

Young man Let's try to sketch a portrait of him: imagine Don Quixote at the age of eighteen, Don Quixote without armor, without armor and loincloths, in a woolen jacket, the blue color of which has acquired a shade intermediate between red and sky blue.      :   -   , -  ,    ,   ,     ,     -. A long, dark face; prominent cheekbones - a sign of cunning; over-developed jaw muscles-an essential sign by which you can immediately identify a Gascon, even if he is not wearing a beret  and the young man was wearing a beret decorated with a feather; the eyes are open and intelligent; the nose is hooked, but finely shaped; the height is too high. high for a young man and not enough for a mature man.   ;     ;      ,      ,      ,       ,   ;    ;  ,   ;          .,000).            ,        ,     ,    ,     ,    .

For our young man had a horse, and even a horse so wonderful that it was really noticed by everyone.       ,    ,      . It was a Bearn gelding about twelve or fourteen years old, yellowish-red in color, with a mangy tail and swollen legs.      ,      , - ,      . This horse, although it trotted with its muzzle lowered below the knees, which relieved the rider from having to pull on the mouthpiece, was still able to cover a distance of eight leagues in a day.  ,   ,    ,       ,           . These qualities of the horse were unfortunately so completely obscured by its ungainly appearance and strange coloring, that in those years when everyone knew a lot about horses, the appearance of the aforementioned Bearnais gelding at Meungs, which he had entered about a quarter of an hour ago through the Beaugency Gate, made such an unfavorable impression that it even cast a shadow over the horse itself. on the rider himself.    ,  ,        ,    ,      ,      ,          ,    ,        .

Young d'Artagnan (for that was the name of this new Don Quixote who rode the new Rocinante) was all the more deeply affected by this consciousness, because he did not try to conceal from himself how ridiculous he must look on such a horse, no matter how good a rider he might be.       ' (    -,    ),       ,                 . It was not for nothing that he was unable to stifle a heavy sigh when he accepted this gift from d'Artagnan the father.         ,     '-.

He knew that the price of such a horse was at most twenty livres.  ,        . But it cannot be denied that the words that accompanied this gift were priceless.   ,    ,   .

 My son!   ! " said the Gascon nobleman, with that pure Bearnais accent which Henry IV never lost for the rest of his life.          ,    IV       . " My son, this horse was born in your father's house about thirteen years ago and has served us faithfully all these years, which should endear you to it.    ,                    ,      . Do not sell him under any circumstances, but let him die of old age in honor and peace.       ,         . And if you have to ride him, spare him as you would an old servant. ,        ,  ,      . "At court," continued d'Artagnan the father, " if you are received there, as, however, the antiquity of your family entitles you to do, maintain for your own sake and that of your relatives the honor of your noble name, which for more than five centuries was borne with dignity by your ancestors.  ,   '-,    ,     ,  , ,      ,           ,         . By" loved ones " I mean your family and friends.         . Submit to no one except the king and the cardinal.   ,     . Only by courage  do you hear, only by courage!      ,  ! - a nobleman can fight his way through these days.          . Anyone who hesitates even for a moment will probably miss the opportunity that fortune provided for him at that very moment.     , ,  ,        . You are young and must be brave for two reasons: first, you are a Vyhaskon, and, moreover, you are my son.         : -, , ,  ,    . Do not be afraid of accidents and look for adventures.      . I have given you the opportunity to learn how to wield a sword.       . You have iron calves and a steel grip.       . Enter into battle on any occasion, fight a duel, especially since dueling is forbidden and, therefore, you need to be doubly courageous to fight.      ,   ,      , ,    ,  . My son,I can only give you fifteen crowns, a horse, and the advice you have just heard.  , ,       ,    ,     . Your mother will add to this a recipe for a certain balm that she received from a gypsy woman; this balm has miraculous powers and cures all wounds except those of the heart.        ,    ;         ,  . Take advantage of all this and live happily ever after I have only one more thing to add, and that is, to give you an example  not of myself, for I have never been at court, and have only volunteered in the wars of the faith.              ,  :      ,               . I refer to Monsieur de Treville, who was once my neighbor.       ,     . As a child, he had the privilege of playing with our King Louis the Thirteenth-God bless him!                ! It happened that their games turned into fights, and in these fights the advantage was not always on the side of the king. ,      ,           . The blows he received inspired the King with great respect and friendship for Monsieur de Treville. ,  ,           . Later, during his first trip to Paris, Monsieur de Treville fought with other people five times, after the death of the late king and until the young king came of age  seven times, not counting wars and campaigns, and from the day of his majority to the present day-a hundred times! ,       ,         ,           ,     ,           ! And it is not for nothing that, in spite of edicts, orders, and ordinances, he is now a captain of the Musketeers, that is, of the Caesar Legion, which the king highly values and the cardinal fears.  ,   ,   ,    ,    ,        . And he is not afraid of much, as everyone knows.     ,   . Moreover, M. de Treville receives ten thousand crowns a year.  ,         . And therefore he is a very great nobleman.  ,    . He began as you did.    ,  . Come to him with this letter, follow his example, and act as he did.      ,       ,  .

After these words, M. d'Artagnan the father handed his son his own sword, kissed him tenderly on both cheeks, and blessed him.

When he left his father's room, the young man saw his mother waiting for him with a recipe for the notorious balm, which, judging by the above-mentioned father's advice, he had to use often.    - '-     ,        . The parting was longer and more affectionate than with the father, not because the father did not love his son, who was his only child, but because M. d'Artagnan was a man and would have thought it unworthy of a man to give vent to his feelings, whereas Madame d'Artagnan was a woman and my mother.       ,   ,  ,      ,     ,    - '           ,   - '    . She wept bitterly, and it must be confessed, to the credit of M. d'Artagnan the Younger, that though he tried to maintain the self  control of a future Musketeer, his feelings prevailed, and he shed many tears, which he only half concealed with great difficulty.   ,   ,   - '-, ,      ,   ,   ,     ,             .

On the same day the young man set out with all three of his father's gifts, consisting, as we have already said, of fifteen crowns, a horse, and a letter to M. de Treville.             , ,    ,   ,     -  . Tips don't count, of course. , ,   .

Thus instructed, d'Artagnan resembled, both physically and mentally, the hero of Cervantes, with whom we so aptly compared him when the duty of a narrator compelled us to sketch his portrait.   , '  ,    --    ,       ,        .

Don Quixote thought of windmills as giants, and a flock of sheep as an army. -    ,     . d'Artagnan regarded every smile as an insult, and every glance as a challenge. '     ,      . From Tarbes to Meng, therefore, he never unclenched his fist, but grasped the hilt of his sword no less than ten times a day.                     . Yet his fist did not break any man's jaw, and his sword did not drop its scabbard.        ,     .

It is true that the sight of the ill-fated nag often brought a smile to the faces of passers-by, but as a large sword was beating against the horse's ribs, and its eyes glittered even higher, not so much with pride as with anger, the passers-by suppressed their laughter, and if gaiety prevailed over caution, tried to smile with one half of their faces, like the ancient masks. ,          , ,         ,     ,    ,  ,   ,        ,     ,   . So d'Artagnan, with all the dignity of his bearing and all the reserve of his temper, reached the ill-fated city of Meung.  ',       ,     .

But there, at the very gate of the Free Miller's, as d'Artagnan dismounted without the assistance of his master, servant, or groom to hold the stirrup of the newcomer, he caught sight, through an open window on the second floor, of a nobleman of great stature and dignity.  ,     ,      ,   ,     , '            . This nobleman, with a haughty and unfriendly face, was saying something to two companions, who seemed to be listening respectfully.  ,     , -   , , ,   .

D'Artagnan, as usual, immediately assumed that it was about him, and strained his ears. ',  ,   ,     ,   . This time he was not mistaken, or only partly mistaken: it was not about him, but about his horse.          :     ,    . The stranger seemed to recite all her virtues, and as the audience, as I have already mentioned, treated him with great respect, they burst out laughing at every word he said. , -,    ,    ,    ,     ,       .

Considering that even a slight smile was enough to exasperate our hero, it is not difficult to imagine what effect such violent displays of gaiety had on him.   ,        ,      ,   ,         .

D'Artagnan first desired to examine the countenance of the impudent man who had allowed himself to mock him. '      ,     . He fixed his proud gaze on the stranger and saw a man of about forty, with black, penetrating eyes, a pale face, a large nose, and a black, very carefully trimmed mustache.           ,    ,   ,     ,    . He was wearing a doublet and purple trousers with cords of the same color, without any decoration, except for the usual slits through which the shirt was visible.            ,   ,   ,    . Both the breeches and the doublet, though new, were badly rumpled, like traveling things that had been left in a trunk for a long time.    ,   ,   ,   ,     . d'Artagnan caught all this with the quickness of the most subtle observer, and perhaps also with an instinct that told him that this man would play a significant role in his life. '       ,    ,  ,         .

So, at the very moment when d'Artagnan fixed his eyes on the man in the purple doublet, the latter made one of his most elaborate and profound remarks about the horse of Bearnais. ,    ,  '        ,              . His listeners burst out laughing, and a pale semblance of a smile flitted across the speaker's face, clearly contrary to his usual custom.    ,     ,   ,   . This time there could be no doubt that d'Artagnan had been truly insulted.       : '    .

Filled with this consciousness, he drew his beret more deeply over his eyes, and, trying to imitate the courtly manners he had noticed in Gascony among distinguished travelers, stepped forward, one hand on the hilt of his sword, the other on his hips.   ,       ,    ,       ,  ,         . Unfortunately, his anger became more and more blinding every moment, and in the end, instead of the proud and haughty phrases in which he was going to put his challenge, he was able to utter only a few harsh words accompanied by frenzied gestures.  ,        ,          ,      ,        ,   .

"Hey, sir!  , ! - he shouted.    . - You!   ! Yes, you who hide behind that shutter! , ,    !Please tell us what you're laughing at, and we'll laugh together!  ,    ,    !

The nobleman looked slowly from the horse to the rider.         .. It seemed that he did not immediately understand that such strange reproaches were addressed to him. ,    ,        .

Then, when there was no longer any doubt in his mind, a slight frown creased his brow, and after a rather long pause, he replied in a tone full of indescribable irony and haughtiness:

 I'm not talking to you, my dear sir. ,        ,    ,  ,    ,  ,     :

 But I'm talking to you!"      ! " exclaimed the young man, indignant at this mixture of insolence and refinement, courtesy and contempt.    ,      ,   .

The stranger's eyes remained fixed on d'Artagnan for a few moments longer, and then, moving away from the window, he slowly came out of the door of the inn, and stopped two paces from the young man, directly opposite his horse.         ',  ,   ,            ,    . His calmness and mocking expression added to the gaiety of his companions, who continued to stand by the window.           ,    .

D'Artagnan, at his approach, drew his sword a full foot out of its scabbard.

"This horse is, indeed, of a bright yellow color, or rather it was once so," continued the stranger, addressing his listeners, who remained at the window, and who seemed not to notice d'Artagnan's irritation, although the young Gascon was standing between him and his companions; " This color, which is very common in the plant world, it has hitherto been rarely observed in horses. '          .

"He laughs at a horse who does not dare to laugh at his master!"     ,       ! " exclaimed the Gascon in a rage.      .

"I rarely laugh, sir," said the stranger.  You might have seen it on my face.   , , ,   . But I hope to keep the right to laugh whenever I want.        ,  .

"And I," cried d'Artagnan, " will not allow you to laugh when I do not wish it."   ,   ',     ,     !

"Indeed, monsieur?"    , ?  What is it? " the stranger asked in an even calmer tone.        . "Well, that's fair enough.    ,   .

And turning on his heel, he strode towards the inn gate, at which d'Artagnan had already noticed a saddled horse. ,   ,     ,   ',  ,    .

But d'Artagnan was not such as to dismiss a man who had the audacity to mock him.     ',   ,     . He drew his sword completely from its scabbard and ran after the offender, shouting after him:           ,  :

 Turn around, turn around, sir, so that I don't have to hit you from behind!"  , -, ,       !

- Hit me?   ? "What is it?" the stranger exclaimed, turning on his heel and looking at the young man with as much surprise as contempt. "What are you, what are you, my dear fellow, you must be mad!"    ,           ,   .

And then, in a low voice, as if speaking to himself, he added:

 What a nuisance!   ,       ,  : And what a godsend for his Majesty, who is always looking for brave men to join the ranks of his Musketeers...      ,    ,     




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