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【正文】 leaf and a pen and starts writing]. [Loudly with gusto]Dishonor on you. Dishonor on your cow. Dis Mulan [pleadingly while covering Mushu39。s mouth]: Stop! I39。m sorry, I39。m sorry[kneeling down in front of Mushu]. I39。m just nervou s. I39。ve never done thisbefore. Mushu: Then you39。re gonna have to trust me. And don39。t you slap me no more, weclear on that? [Mulan nods emphatically]. All right. Okey dokey, let39。s getthis show on the road. CriKee, get the bags [Mushu starts walking to thecamp]. [to Khan] Let39。s move it heifer. [Cut to Mulan at the camp39。s entrance] Mushu [hiding in Mulan39。s armor poking his head out from her back]: Okay thisis it, time to show 39。em your man walk. Shoulders back, chest high, feetapart, head up [Mushu pulls Mulan39。s head back] ...and strut 2, 3, break itdown, 2, 3 and work it, [Mulan walks into the camp drawin g the attention themen who see her. Mulan walks into a tent and sees a man picking his nose PART ONE Chapter 1 Happy families are all alike。 every unhappy family is unhappy in its own way. Everything was in confusion in the Oblonsky39。s house. The wife had discovered that the husband was carrying on an intrigue with a French girl, who had been a governess in their family, and she had announced to her husband that she could not go on living in the same house with him. This position of affairs had now lasted two days, and not only the husband and wife themselves, but all the members of their family and the household, were painfully conscious of it. All the members of the family and the household felt that there was no sense in their living together, and that even stray people brought together by chance in any inn had more in mon with one another than they, the members of the family and the household of the Oblonskys. The wife did not leave her own apartments。 the husband had not been home for two days. The children ran wild all over the house。 the English governess quarreled with the housekeeper, and wrote to a friend askin g her to look out for a new employ for her。 the man cook had walked off the day before just at dinnertime。 the kitchenmaid and the coachman had given warning. Two days after the quarrel, Prince Stepan Arkadyevich Oblonsky Stiva, as he was called in the fashionable world woke up at his usual hour, that is, at eight o39。clock in the morning, not in his wife39。s bedroom, but on the leathercovered sofa in his study. He turned over his stout, wellcaredfor person on the springy sofa, as though he would sink into a long sleep again。 he vigorously embraced the pillow on its oth er side and buried his face in it。 but all at once he jumped up, sat up on the sofa, and opened his eyes. `Yes, yes, how was it now?39。 he thought, going over his dream. `Yes, how was it? Yes! Alabin was giving a dinner at Darmstadt。 no, not Darmstadt, but something American. Yes, but then, Darmstadt was in America. Yes, Alabin was giving a dinner on glass tables, and the tables sang, Il mio tesoro no, not Il mio tesoro, but something better, and there were some sort of little decanters on the table, and, at the same time, these decanters were women,39。 he recalled. Stepan Arkadyevich39。s eyes twinkled gaily, and he pondered with a smile. `Yes, it was jolly, very jolly. There was a great deal more that was delightful, only there39。s no putting it into words, or even expressing it in one39。s waking thoughts.39。 And noticing a gleam of light peeping in beside one of the woolencloth curtains, he cheerfully dropped his feet over the edge of the sofa and felt about with them for his slippers, a present on his last birthday, worked for him by his wife on gold colored morocco. And, as he used to do for the last nine years, he stretched out his hand, without getting up, toward the place where his dressing gown always hung in the bedroom. And thereupon he suddenly remembered that he was not sleeping in his wife39。s room, but in his study, as well as the reason。 the smile vanished from his face and he knit his brows. `Ah, ah, ah! Oo!...39。 he muttered, recalling everything that had happened. And again every detail of his quarrel with his wife was present to his imagination, all the hopelessness of his position, and, worst of all, his own fault. `Yes, she won39。t five me, and she can39。t five me. And the most awful thing about it is that it39。s all my fault all my fault, though I39。m not to blame. That39。s the point of the whole tragedy,39。 he reflected. `Oh, oh, oh!39。 he kept repeating in despair, as he remembered the acutely painful sensations caused him by this quarrel. Most unpleasant of all was the first minute when, on ing from the theater, good humored and lighthearted, with a huge pear in his hand for his wife, he had not found his wife in the drawing room, to his surprise, nor in the study, but saw her at last in her bedroom, clutching the unlucky letter that revealed everything. She, his Dolly, forever fussing and worrying over household details, and limited in her ideas, as he considered, was sitting motionless with the letter in her hand, looking at him with an expression of horror, despair and indignation. `What is this? This?39。 she asked, pointing to the letter. And at this recollection, Stepan Arkadyevich, as is so often the case, was not so much annoyed at the fact itself as at the way in which he had met his wife39。s words. There happened to him at that instant that which happens to people when they are unexpectedly caught in so mething very disgraceful. He did not succeed in adapting his face to the situation in which he was placed toward his wife by the discovery of his fault. Instead of being hurt, denying, defending himself, begging fiveness。 instead of remaining indifferent even anything would have been better than what he did do his face utterly without his volition (`cerebral reflexes,39。 mused Stepan Arkadyevich, who was fond of physiolo