可移动的写字桌，上面写着“赠伊·芭·勃，妹妹：萨里亚娜”。没人介意我们的沉默，因为他们知道其中缘由，这并不影响他对他们的感情和我对他们的尊重。
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但是我想起……想起……想起那天晚上给你们带来的痛苦，我的，我的阿拉贝尔！我想起那天晚上就颤抖，我最亲爱、最亲爱的阿拉贝尔。噢，别以为新感情会取代旧感情。我想，我比以往更爱你们。罗伯特将在比萨给你们写信，也会给亨里埃塔写信的。他说他爱你们如同爱自己的姐妹，并希望你们能与我们在一起，盼望着你们与我们在一起的那一
天……一起生活，一起旅游，就像我现在所做的这样……
……你们感觉到了吗？你们知道吗？我……作为一个妻子……是世上最幸福的。他太好了，太深情了。他样样比我强。我们的爱不是日渐减少，而是在与日俱增。我之所以不写布尔什的天主教堂，而谈这些事情，是因为我确信，这是你们更想知道的。
我准备给父亲写信，很快也会给乔治写信。噢，亲爱的乔治如果充分了解我的心，就不会写那封信了。我知道他写那信是出于对我的爱，就如我感到他的信给我带来的痛苦一样。亲爱的乔治——他值得我怎么爱，我就会怎么去爱他。还有可怜的爸爸！我时时刻刻想着你们，永远不忘你们。亲爱的亨里埃塔、阿拉贝尔，让我像从前一样，并永远是
深深爱你们的
芭
1846年10月2日
（于罗阿纳）
Elizabeth Barrett Browning
To
（Roanne） October 2； 1846
Dear Sisters；
I thank and bless you my dearest Henrietta and Arabel—my own dearest kindest sisters！—what I suffered in reaching Orleans；—at last holding all these letters in my hands； can only be measured by my deep gratitude to you； and by the tears and kisses I spent upon every line of what you wrote to me… dearest kindest that you are。 The delay of the week in Paris brought me to the hour of my death warrant at Orleans—my ‘death warrant' I called it at the time； I was so anxious and terrified。 Robert brought in a great packet of letters… and I held them in my hands； not able to open one； and growing paler and colder every moment。 He wanted to sit by me while I read them； but I would not let him。 I had resolved never to let him do that； before the moment came—so； after some beseeching； I got him to go away for ten minutes； to meet the agony alone； and with more courage so； according to my old habit you know—And besides； it was right not to let him read…。 最好的txt下载网
伊丽莎白·芭蕾特·勃朗宁致妹妹（3）
They were very hard letters； those from dearest Papa and dearest George—To the first I had to bow my head—I do not seem to myself to have deserved that full cup； in the intentions of this act—but he is my father and he takes his own view； of course； of what is before him to judge of。 But for George； I thought it hard； I confess； that he should have written to me so with a sword。 To write to me as if I did not love you all；—I who would have laid down my life at a sign； if it could have benefited one of you really and essentially—with the proof； you should have had life and happiness at a sign。
It was hard that he should use his love for me to half break my heart with such a letter—Only he wrote in excitement and in ignorance。 I ask of God to show to him and the most unbelieving of you； that never； never did I love you better； all my beloved ones； than when I left you—than in that day； and that moment。
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… My dearest； dearest Arabel！ Understand both of you； that if； from the apparent necessities of the instant； I consented to let the ceremony precede the departure by some few days； it was upon the condition of not seeing him again in that house and till we went away。
We parted； as we met； at the door of Marylebone Church—he helped me at the munion table； and not a word passed after。 I looked like death； he has said since。 You see we were afraid of a sudden removal preventing everything… or at least； laying the unpleasantness on me of a journey to London previous to the ceremony； which particularly I should have hated； for very obvious reasons。 There was no elopement in the case； but simply a private marriage； and to have given the least occasion to a certain class of observations； was repugnant to both of us… Wilson knew nothing till the night before。 What I suffered under your eyes； you may guess—it was in proportion to every effort successfully made to disguise the suffering。 Painful it is to look back upon now—forgive me for whatever was expiated in the deepest of my heart。
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Did you get my long letter from Paris？ and Trippy； my short note from Havre。 Ah； dear Trippy！ let her not think hardly of me。 No one can judge of this act； except some one who knows thoroughly the man I have married。 He rises on me hour by hour。 If ever a being of a higher order lived among us with a glory round his head； in these latter days； he is such a being。
Papa thinks that I have sold my soul—for genius… mere genius。 Which I might have done when I was younger； if I had had the opportunity… but am in no danger of doing now。 For my sake； for the love of me； from an infatuation which from first to last has astonished me； he has consented to occupy for a moment a questionable position。
But those who question most； will do him justice fullest—and we must wait a little with resignation。 In the meanwhile； what he is； and what he is to me； I would fain teach you。—Have faith in me to believe it。 He puts out all his great faculties to give me pleasure and fort…charms me into thinking of him when he sees my thoughts wandering… forces me to smile in spite of nil of them—if you had seen him that day at Orleans。
伊丽莎白·芭蕾特·勃朗宁致妹妹（4）
He laid me down on the bed and sat by me for hours； pouring out floods of tenderness and goodness； and promising to win back for me； with God's help； the affection of such of you as were angry。 And he loves me more and more。 Today we have been together a fortnight； and he said to me with a deep； serious tenderness…“I kissed your feet； my Ba； before I married you—but now I would kiss the ground under your feet， I love you with a so much greater love。” And this is true； I see and feel。 I feel to have the power of making him happy… I feel to have it in my hands。 It is strange that anyone so brilliant should love me；—but true and strange it is…and it is impossible for me to doubt it any more。 Perfectly happy therefore we should be； if I could look back on you all without this pang。 His family have been very kind。 His father considered him of age to judge； and never thought of interfering otherwise than of saying at the last moment；“Give your wife a kiss for me” this； when they parted。 His sister sent me a little travelling writing desk； with a word written；“” Nobody was displeased at the reserve used towards them； understanding that there were reasons for it which did not detract from his affection for them and my respect。
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But I think … think … of the suffering I caused you； my own； own Arabel； that evening！ I tremble thinking of you that evening—my own dearest dearest Arabel！ Oh； do not fancy that new affections ran undo the old。 I love you now even more； I think。 Robert is going to write to you from Pisa； and to Henrietta also。 He loves you as his sisters； he says； and wishes that you were with us； and hopes that one day you will be with us… staying and travelling with us…exactly as I do myself…
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… And do you feel and know； that as for me… for my position as a wife…it is awfully happy for this world。 He is too good and tender； and beyond me in all things； and we love each other with a love that grows instead of diminishing。 I speak to you of such thing rather than of the cathedral at Bourges； because； it is of these； I feel sure； that you desire knowledge rather。
I am going to write to Papa—and to George—very soon； I shall。 Ah—dear George would not have written so； if he had known my whole heart； yet he loved me while he wrote； as I felt with every pain the writing caused me。 Dear George；—I love him to his worth。 And my poor Papa！ My thoughts cling to you all； and will not leave their hold。 Dearest Henrietta and Arabel let me be as ever and for ever
your fondly attached
Ba
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陀思妥耶夫斯基致兄长米哈依尔（1）
费奥多尔·陀思妥耶夫斯基（1821—1881）， 19世纪俄国伟大的小说家、思想家。在法国资产阶级革命思潮影响下，他早年曾醉心于空想社会主义，参加了彼得堡进步知识