Yama [The Pit], a Novel in Three PartsKuprin, A. I. (Aleksandr Ivanovich)
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Yama [The Pit], a Novel in Three Parts
Kuprin, A. I. (Aleksandr Ivanovich)
Prostitutes -- Russia -- Fiction; Russia -- Fiction; Russian fiction -- Translations into English
“You see,” he began speaking slowly, with pauses, as though for the
first time lending ear to his thoughts and weighing them. “You see, I’m
attracted and interested in this life by its ... how shall I express
it? ... its fearful, stark truth. Do you understand, it’s as though all
the conventional coverings were ripped off it. There is no falsehood,
no hypocrisy, no sanctimoniousness, there are no compromises of any
sort, neither with public opinion, nor with the importunate authority
of our forefathers, nor with one’s own conscience. No illusions of any
kind, nor any kind of embellishments! Here she is—‘I! A public woman, a
common vessel, a cloaca for the drainage of the city’s surplus lust.
Come to me any one who wills—thou shalt meet no denial, therein is my
service. But for a second of this sensuality in haste—thou shalt pay in
money, revulsion, disease and ignominy.’ And that is all. There is not
a single phase of human life where the basic main truth should shine
with such a monstrous, hideous, stark clearness, without any shade of
human prevarication or self-whitewashing.”
“Oh, I don’t know! These women lie like the very devil. You just go and
talk with her a bit about her first fall. She’ll spin you such a yarn!”
“Well, don’t you ask then. What business is that of yours? But even if
they do lie, they lie altogether like children. But then, you know
yourself that children are the foremost, the most charming fibsters,
and at the same time the sincerest people on earth. And it’s
remarkable, that both they and the others—that is, both prostitutes and
children—lie only to us—men—and grown-ups. Among themselves they don’t
lie—they only inspiredly improvise. But they lie to us because we
ourselves demand this of them, because we clamber into their souls,
altogether foreign to us, with our stupid tactics and questionings,
because they regard us in secret as great fools and senseless
dissemblers. But if you like, I shall right now count off on my fingers
all the occasions when a prostitute is sure to lie, and you yourself
will be convinced that man incites her to lying.”
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