Stories · 1883

A Goat, or a Scoundrel?

Козел или негодяй?

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1 A Goat, or a Scoundrel? (“Kozel ili negodyay?” in the original) dates from 1883, the densest year of Chekhov’s apprentice output under the pseudonym “Antosha Chekhonte,” when he was placing dozens of squibs, captions, and miniature sketches in the Moscow and Petersburg humor weeklies to support his family while still a medical student. It belongs to the shortest and fastest of those forms: a single comic situation, set up and detonated in nine sentences.

2 The joke turns on a stock type of the era’s humor press – the elderly gallant who steals a kiss from a sleeping girl and then, caught, talks his way out of it by insisting the whole encounter is only her dream. Chekhov signals the type’s lineage openly, calling him one of “Gogol’s mousy young studs” (gogolevskikh myshinykh zherebchikov), a phrase pointing to the fussy, wig-and-whiskers old seducers of Gogol’s fiction. The prince’s logic – you are asleep, therefore nothing that happens is real – is absurd on its face, and the girl’s drowsy, half-willing acceptance of it is the story’s real subject: not the theft of the kiss but the comedy of a lie both parties find convenient.

3 The title is the punchline. Startled awake, the girl complains, with no sense of irony, that she is always dreaming of “goats” and “scoundrels” – a girl’s stock complaint about being pestered by lecherous old men, voiced here to the very old man doing the pestering, who overhears himself described and slinks off. The English idiom of the “old goat” preserves the same image and the same joke. It is early, disposable Chekhov – pure setup and snap, no pathos yet – but the mechanism he will refine for decades is already visible: the story ends the instant the joke lands, with no moral appended and no verdict pronounced on either character.

A sultry "after dinner." On the sitting-room couch a young lady of about eighteen half-reclines. Flies stroll over her face, an open book lies at her feet, her mouth is half-open, her breathing barely perceptible... She is asleep.
Знойное "после обеда". На кушетке в гостиной полулежит барышня лет восемнадцати. По ее лицу гуляют мухи, у ног валяется открытая книга, рот полуоткрыт, дыхание чуть-чуть... Она спит.
Into the sitting room comes a little old man of the breed of Gogol’s mousy young studs. Seeing the sleeping girl, he smirks and creeps up to her on tiptoe.
В гостиную входит старичок из породы гоголевских мышиных жеребчиков. Увидев спящую девушку, он ухмыляется и подходит к ней на цыпочках.
"What a... delight!" he whispers, mumbling his lips. "Sleeping... hee-hee... beauty... What a pity I’m not a painter! That little head! That little hand!"
– Какая... прелесть! – шепчет он, шамкая губами. – Спящая... хе-хе... красавица... Как жаль, что я не художник! Эта головка... эта ручка!
The old man bends over the girl’s hand, strokes it with his gnarled one, and... smack! The girl draws a deep breath, opens her eyes, and looks at the old man in bewilderment.
Старец наклоняется к ручке девушки, гладит ее своей закорузлой рукой и... чмок! Девушка глубоко вздыхает, открывает глаза и с недоумением смотрит на старца.
"Ah... it’s you, Prince?" she mutters, fighting off sleep. "Pardon, I believe I dozed off!"
– Ах... это вы, князь? – бормочет она, пересиливая сон. – Pardon, я, кажется, уснула!
"Yes, yes, you’re asleep," the prince babbles. "You’re still asleep now, and I’m only appearing to you in a dream... You’re seeing me in your sleep... Sleep, sleep... I’m only a dream..."
– Ну да, вы спите, – лепечет князь. – Вы и теперь спите, а я вам снюсь... Вы это во сне меня видите... Спите, спите... Я только снюсь вам...
The girl believes him and closes her eyes.
Девушка верит и закрывает глаза.
"How unhappy I am!" she whispers, drifting off. "I’m forever dreaming of nothing but goats and scoundrels!"
– Как я несчастна! – шепчет она, засыпая. – Вечно мне снятся то козлы, то негодяи!
The prince hears this whisper, grows flustered, and effaces himself on tiptoe...
Князь слышит этот шёпот, конфузится и на цыпочках стушевывается...

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