第二百七十五章 五 老人
五 老人
让我们叙述当时发生的事。
当龙骑兵冲锋时，昂若拉和他的朋友们正在公共仓库附近的布尔东林荫大道上。昂若拉、古费拉克、公白飞都在那些退入巴松比埃尔街并高呼"到街垒去！"的人群中。在莱迪吉埃街，他们遇见一个老人正走着。引起他们注意的是，这老人走路摇摇晃晃，像喝醉了似的。而且，虽然整个上午都在下雨，当时也正下着相当大的雨，他却把帽子拿在手里。古费拉克认出了他是马伯夫老爹。他曾多次陪同马吕斯一直走到他门口而认识他。古费拉克知道这个收集圣职书的老人的性情一向是平静的，而且胆子极小，现在看见他在这样的喧嚣中，离骑兵的冲锋才两步远，几乎置身于枪林弹雨之中，在雨中光着头，在枪弹中闲逛，确是使他惊讶。他向他打招呼，于是这个二十五岁的起义者与这个八十岁的老人之间有了这样一段对话：
"马伯夫先生，回家去吧。"
"为什么？"
"这儿要闹事了。"
"好哇。"
"马伯夫先生，这儿要砍杀、要打仗了。"
"好哇。"
"马伯夫先生，要用大炮轰了。"
"好哇。你们到哪儿去？"
"我们去把政府打倒。"
"好哇。"
他说完就跟着他们走了。从这时起，他一言不发。他的脚步忽然稳健了，有些工人把手臂伸给他，他摇头谢绝。他差不多走到队伍的最前列，他的动作像在走着，他的面容像在睡着。
"好一个硬骨头老人！"学生们咕哝着。消息在队伍里传开了，说他是前国民公会代表，是个老弑君者。
人群拐进了玻璃厂街。
小伽弗洛什走在前面，高唱着那支使他像军号一样响亮的歌曲。他唱着：
月亮已升起，
我们何时去森林？
夏洛问夏洛特。
嘟嘟嘟，
去沙图。
我只有一个上帝，一个国王，一个铜板，一只靴。
清早喝了露珠，
对着百里香一饮而尽，
两只麻雀在林中跋涉。
唧唧唧，
去帕西。
我只有一个上帝，一个国王，一个铜板，一只靴。
这两只可怜的小狼，
像两只鸫鸟烂醉如泥；
一只老虎在洞里笑他们。
咚咚咚，
去默东。
我只有一个上帝，一个国王，一个铜板，一只靴。
一个发誓，另一个骂娘。
我们何时去森林？
夏洛问夏洛特。
叮叮叮，
去庞丹。
我只有一个上帝，一个国王，一个铜板，一只靴。
他们朝着圣梅里走去。
Let us recount what had taken place.
Enjolras and his friends had been on the Boulevard Bourdon, near the
public storehouses, at the moment when the dragoons had made their
charge. Enjolras, Courfeyrac, and Combeferre were among those who had
taken to the Rue Bassompierre, shouting: “To the barricades!” In the
Rue Lesdiguières they had met an old man walking along. What had
attracted their attention was that the goodman was walking in a
zig-zag, as though he were intoxicated. Moreover, he had his hat in his
hand, although it had been raining all the morning, and was raining
pretty briskly at the very time. Courfeyrac had recognized Father
Mabeuf. He knew him through having many times accompanied Marius as far
as his door. As he was acquainted with the peaceful and more than timid
habits of the old beadle-book-collector, and was amazed at the sight of
him in the midst of that uproar, a couple of paces from the cavalry
charges, almost in the midst of a fusillade, hatless in the rain, and
strolling about among the bullets, he had accosted him, and the
following dialogue had been exchanged between the rioter of fire and
the octogenarian:—
“M. Mabeuf, go to your home.”
“Why?”
“There’s going to be a row.”
“That’s well.”
“Thrusts with the sword and firing, M. Mabeuf.”
“That is well.”
“Firing from cannon.”
“That is good. Where are the rest of you going?”
“We are going to fling the government to the earth.”
“That is good.”
And he had set out to follow them. From that moment forth he had not
uttered a word. His step had suddenly become firm; artisans had offered
him their arms; he had refused with a sign of the head. He advanced
nearly to the front rank of the column, with the movement of a man who
is marching and the countenance of a man who is sleeping.
“What a fierce old fellow!” muttered the students. The rumor spread
through the troop that he was a former member of the Convention,—an old
regicide. The mob had turned in through the Rue de la Verrerie.
Little Gavroche marched in front with that deafening song which made of
him a sort of trumpet.
He sang:
“Voici la lune qui paraît,
Quand irons-nous dans la forêt?
Demandait Charlot à Charlotte.
Tou tou tou
Pour Chatou.
Je n’ai qu’un Dieu, qu’un roi, qu’un liard, et qu’une botte.
“Pour avoir bu de grand matin
La rosée à même le thym,
Deux moineaux étaient en ribotte.
Zi zi zi
Pour Passy.
Je n’ai qu’un Dieu, qu’un roi, qu’un liard, et qu’une botte.
“Et ces deux pauvres petits loups,
Comme deux grives étaient soûls;
Un tigre en riait dans sa grotte.
Don don don
Pour Meudon.
Je n’ai qu’un Dieu, qu’un roi, qu’un liard, et qu’une botte.
“L’un jurait et l’autre sacrait.
Quand irons nous dans la forêt?
Demandait Charlot à Charlotte.
Tin tin tin
Pour Pantin.
Je n’ai qu’un Dieu, qu’un roi, qu’un liard, et qu’une botte.”46
They directed their course towards Saint-Merry.
