生命不能承受之轻-第5章

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He　was　just　about　to　put　his　shoe　on　his　bare　foot。　It's　cold　out；　Sabina　said。　I'll　lend　you　one　of　my　stockings。　
She　handed　him　a　long；　white；　fashionable；　wide…net　stocking。
He　knew　very　well　she　was　getting　back　at　him　for　glancing　at　his　watch　while　making　love　to　her。　She　had　hidden　his　sock　somewhere。　It　was　indeed　cold　out；　and　he　had　no　choice　but　to　take　her　up　on　the　offer。　He　went　home　wearing　a　sock　on　one　foot　and　a　wide…net　stocking　rolled　down　over　his　ankle　on　the　other。
He　was　in　a　bind：　in　his　mistresses'　eyes；　he　bore　the　stigma　of　his　love　for　Tereza；　in　Tereza's　eyes；　the　stigma　of　his　exploits　with　the　mistresses。
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To　assuage　Tereza's　sufferings；　he　married　her　（they　could　finally　give　up　the　room；　which　she　had　not　lived　in　for　quite　some　time）　and　gave　her　a　puppy。
It　was　born　to　a　Saint　Bernard　owned　by　a　colleague。　The　sire　was　a　neighbor's　German　shepherd。　No　one　wanted　the　little　mongrels；　and　his　colleague　was　loath　to　kill　them。
Looking　over　the　puppies；　Tomas　knew　that　the　ones　he　rejected　would　have　to　die。　He　felt　like　the　president　of　the　republic　standing　before　four　prisoners　condemned　to　death　and　empowered　to　pardon　only　one　of　them。　At　last　he　made　his　choice：　a　bitch　whose　body　seemed　reminiscent　of　the　German　shepherd　and　whose　head　belonged　to　its　Saint　Bernard　mother。　He　took　it　home　to　Tereza；　who　picked　it　up　and　pressed　it　to　her　breast。　The　puppy　immediately　peed　on　her　blouse。
Then　they　tried　to　come　up　with　a　name　for　it。　Tomas　wanted　the　name　to　be　a　clear　indication　that　the　dog　was　Tereza's；　and　he　thought　of　the　book　she　was　clutching　under　her　arm　when　she　arrived　unannounced　in　Prague。　He　suggested　they　call　the　puppy　Tolstoy。
It　can't　be　Tolstoy；　Tereza　said。　It's　a　girl。　How　about　Anna　Karenina？　
It　can't　be　Anna　Karenina；　said　Tomas。　No　woman　could　possibly　have　so　funny　a　face。　It's　much　more　like　Karenin。　Yes；　Anna's　husband。　That's　just　how　I've　always　pictured　him。　
But　won't　calling　her　Karenin　affect　her　sexuality？　
It　is　entirely　possible；　said　Tomas；　that　a　female　dog　addressed　continually　by　a　male　name　will　develop　lesbian　tendencies。　
Strangely　enough；　Tomas's　words　came　true。　Though　bitches　are　usually　more　affectionate　to　their　masters　than　to　their　mistresses；　Karenin　proved　an　exception；　deciding　that　he　was　in　love　with　Tereza。　Tomas　was　grateful　to　him　for　it。　He　would　stroke　the　puppy's　head　and　say；　Well　done；　Karenin！　That's　just　what　I　wanted　you　for。　Since　I　can't　cope　with　her　by　myself；　you　must　help　me。　
But　even　with　Karenin's　help　Tomas　failed　to　make　her　happy。　He　became　aware　of　his　failure　some　years　later；　on　approximately　the　tenth　day　after　his　country　was　occupied　by　Russian　tanks。　It　was　August　1968；　and　Tomas　was　receiving　daily　phone　calls　from　a　hospital　in　Zurich。　The　director　there；　a　physician　who　had　struck　up　a　friendship　with　Tomas　at　an　international　conference；　was　worried　about　him　and　kept　offering　him　a　job。
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If　Tomas　rejected　the　Swiss　doctor's　offer　without　a　second　thought；　it　was　for　Tereza's　sake。　He　assumed　she　would　not　want　to　leave。　She　had　spent　the　whole　first　week　of　the　occupation　in　a　kind　of　trance　almost　resembling　happiness。　After　roaming　the　streets　with　her　camera；　she　would　hand　the　rolls　of　film　to　foreign　journalists；　who　actually　fought　over　them。　Once；　when　she　went　too　far　and　took　a　close…up　of　an　officer　pointing　his　revolver　at　a　group　of　people；　she　was　arrested　and　kept　overnight　at　Russian　military　headquarters。　There　they　threatened　to　shoot　her；　but　no　sooner　did　they　let　her　go　than　she　was　back　in　the　streets　with　her　camera。
That　is　why　Tomas　was　surprised　when　on　the　tenth　day　of　the　occupation　she　said　to　him；　Why　is　it　you　don't　want　to　go　to　Switzerland？　？？？？？？？？？？？？？　'
Why　should　I？　
They　could　make　it　hard　for　you　here。　
They　can　make　it　hard　for　anybody；　replied　Tomas　with　a　wave　of　the　hand。　What　about　you？　Could　you　live　abroad？　
Why　not？　
You've　been　out　there　risking　your　life　for　this　country。　How　can　you　be　so　nonchalant　about　leaving　it？　
Now　that　Dubcek　is　back；　things　have　changed；　said　Tereza。
It　was　true：　the　general　euphoria　lasted　no　longer　than　the　first　week。　The　representatives　of　the　country　had　been　hauled　away　like　criminals　by　the　Russian　army；　no　one　knew　where　they　were；　everyone　feared　for　the　men's　lives；　and　hatred　for　the　Russians　drugged　people　like　alcohol。　It　was　a　drunken　carnival　of　hate。　Czech　towns　were　decorated　with　thousands　of　hand…painted　posters　bearing　ironic　texts；　epigrams；　poems；　and　cartoons　of　Brezhnev　and　his　soldiers；　jeered　at　by　one　and　all　as　a　circus　of　illiterates。　But　no　carnival　can　go　on　forever。　In　the　meantime；　the　Russians　had　forced　the　Czech　representatives　to　sign　a　compromise　agreement　in　Moscow。　When　Dubcek　returned　with　them　to　Prague；　he　gave　a　speech　over　the　radio。　He　was　so　devastated　after　his　six…day　detention　he　could　hardly　talk；　he　kept　stuttering　and　gasping　for　breath；　making　long　pauses　between　sentences；　pauses　lasting　nearly　thirty　seconds。
The　compromise　saved　the　country　from　the　worst：　the　executions　and　mass　deportations　to　Siberia　that　had　terrified　everyone。　But　one　thing　was　clear：　the　country　would　have　to　bow　to　the　conqueror。　For　ever　and　ever；　it　will　stutter；　stammer；　gasp　for　air　like　Alexander　Dubcek。　The　carnival　was　over。　Workaday　humiliation　had　begun。
Tereza　had　explained　all　this　to　Tomas　and　he　knew　that　it　was　true。　But　he　also　knew　that　underneath　it　all　hid　still　another；　more　fundamental　truth；　the　reason　why　she　wanted　to　leave　Prague：　she　had　never　really　been　happy　before。
The　days　she　walked　through　the　streets　of　Prague　taking　pictures　of　Russian　soldiers　and　looking　danger　in　the　face　were　the　best　of　her　life。　They　were　the　only　time　when　the　television　series　of　her　dreams　had　been　interrupted　and　she　had　enjoyed　a　few　happy　nights。　The　Russians　had　brought　equilibrium　to　her　in　their　tanks；　and　now　that　the　carnival　was　over；　she　feared　her　nights　again　and　wanted　to　escape　them。　She　now　knew　there　were　conditions　under　which　she　could　feel　strong　and　fulfilled；　and　she　longed　to　go　off　into　the　world　and　seek　those　conditions　somewhere　else。
It　doesn't　bother　you　that　Sabina　has　also　emigrated　to　Switzerland？　Tomas　asked。
Geneva　isn't　Zurich；　said　Tereza。　She'll　be　much　less　of　a　difficulty　there　than　she　was　in　Prague。　
A　person　who　longs　to　leave　the　place　where　he　lives　is　an　unhappy　person。　That　is　why　Tomas　accepted　Tereza's　wish　to　emigrate　as　the　culprit　accepts　his　sentence；　and　one　day　he　and　Tereza　and　Karenin　found　themselves　in　the　largest　city　in　Switzerland。
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He　bought　a　bed　for　their　empty　flat　（they　had　no　money　yet　for　other　furniture）　and　threw　himself　into　his　work　with　the　frenzy　of　a　man　of　forty　beginning　a　new　life。
He　made　several　telephone　calls　to　Geneva。　A　show　of　Sabina's　work　had　opened　there　by　chance　a　week　after　the　Russian　invasion；　and　in　a　wave　of　sympathy　for　her　tiny　country；　Geneva's　patrons　of　the　arts　bought　up　all　her　paintings。
Thanks　to　the　Russians；　I'm　a　rich　woman；　she　said；　laughing　into　the　telephone。　She　invited　Tomas　to　come　and　see　her　new　studio；　and　assured　him　it　did　not　differ　greatly　from　the　one　he　had　known　in　Prague。
He　would　have　been　only　too　glad　to　visit　her；　but　was　unable　to　find　an　excuse　to　explain　his　absence　to　Tereza。　And　so　Sabina　came　to　Zurich。　She　stayed　at　a　hotel。　Tomas　went　to　see　her　after　work。　He　phoned　first　from　the　reception　desk；　then　went　upstairs。　When　she　opened　the　door；　she　stood　before　him　on　her　beautiful　long　legs　wearing　nothing　but　panties　and　bra。　And　a　black　bowler　hat。　She　stood　there　staring；　mute　and　motionless。　Tomas　did　the　same。　Suddenly　he　realized　how　touched　he　was。　He　removed　the　bowler　from　her　head　and　placed　it　on　the　bedside　table。　Then　they　made　love　without　saying　a　word。
Leaving　the　hotel　for　his　Hat　（which　by　now　had　acquired　table；　chairs；　couch；　and　carpet）；　he　thought　happily　that　he　carried　his　way　of　living　with　him　as　a　snail　carries　his　house。　Tereza　and　Sabina　represented　the　two　poles　of　his　life；　separate　and　irreconcilable；　yet　equally　appealing。
But　the　fact　that　he　carried　his　life…support　system　with　him　eve