These are the facts. Whoever survives someone is a traitor. We had the feeling that we had to survive, and there’s no prettifying that, for she died because of it. She died because you went away and because I stayed but never once went to her, and because we-the two men to whom she belonged-were more despicable and proud and cowardly and arrogant and silent than a woman can bear; we ran away from her and betrayed her by our survival. That is the truth, and that is what you have to know in London, in the last hours of your lonely life. And here in this house I have to know it too: I know it already. Surviving someone whom one loved enough to consider killing for, who was life and death to one, may not be defined as a capital offense, but it is, nonetheless, a criminal act.

Perhaps you remember I, too, was once in the Orient a long time ago; it was on my honeymoon with Krisztina. We traveled all through the Arabian lands, and in Baghdad we were the guests of an Arabian family. They are the most distinguished people, as you, after all your travels, certainly know for yourself. Their pride, their hauteur, their bearing, their fiery natures and their calm, their disciplined bodies and confident movements, their games, the flash in their eyes, all demonstrate a primeval sense of rank, not social rank but man’s first awakening in the chaos of creation to an understanding of his human dignity.

The General dressed himself without summoning his servant. He took his dress uniform out of the wardrobe and gazed at it for a long time. It had been decades since he had worn it. He opened a drawer, took out his decorations, and lifted them from their boxes lined in red, white, and green silk. As he held the medals of bronze, silver, and gold in his hand and ran his fingers over them, he saw in his mind’s eye a bridge-head over the Dnieper, or a parade in Vienna, or a reception in Buda’s royal palace. He shrugged. What had life brought him? Duties and idle pleasures. Like a card player absentmindedly gathering up his chips after a big game, he let the decorations slide back into the drawer.

С утра до вечера воспитанников учили, что нельзя говорить. В заведении, где обучалось четыреста детей, стояла тишина, какая бывает внутри бомбы за минуту до взрыва. Они все были здесь — из чешских замков, с волосами цвета белого хлеба, плоскими носами и усталыми белыми руками, из моравских поместий, тирольских крепостей и охотничьих замков Штирии, из дворцов с закрытыми ставнями с улиц близ Грабена и из провинциальных венгерских особняков, с длинными именами из множества согласных, с титулами и рангами, которые сдавали здесь, в училище, точно так же как элегантные цивильные костюмы, пошитые в Лондоне и Вене, и голландское нижнее белье. Из всего этого оставалось одно лишь имя, и ребенок, который к этому имени прилагался, должен был теперь научиться тому, что можно и что нельзя. Были здесь славянские мальчики с узкими лбами, в чьей крови перемешались все народы Империи, были голубоглазые, донельзя утомленные десятилетние аристократы, глядевшие в пустоту так, словно их предки уже все увидели до них, и один тирольский герцог в двенадцатилетнем возрасте даже пустил себе пулю в лоб из-за того, что влюбился в одну из своих кузин.