世界著名短篇小说英文
① 英国的短篇小说，有哪些值得推荐
个人推荐下英国著名小说家狄更斯的《信号员》吧，也是英国十大名著之一吧。这个小说读完特别让人深思，主要是讲小镇一个信号员总能预测灾难的东西成为现实。他成了唯一一个灾难的预测者。知道最后一次预测他也成为牺牲者。也表现了作者对底层人民悲惨命运不能改变的悲悯。看完之后我觉得引用波波的话吧：人生中%99的时间可能都是不幸的但是我们要善于发现其中%1的万幸，好好珍惜现在的每一天吧。
② 有哪些好看的短篇英文小说
世界三大短篇小说之王
莫泊桑、契诃夫和欧~亨利
莫泊桑（Maupassant1850～1893）19世纪后半期法国优秀的批判现实主义作家。年仅43年生命历程竟创作了6部长篇小说和356多篇中短篇小说，莫泊桑短篇小说布局结构精巧合理。典型细节选用真实可信、叙事抒情的手法如行云流水，充分体现了这种的文学传统。莫泊桑的最出色的短篇代表作是《羊脂球》。《项链》、《我的叔叔于勒》；其作品在我国影响很大，近几年来，一直被作为中学生必课的文学作品.
欧~亨利（1862～1910）善于描写美国社会尤其是纽约百姓的生活。他的作品构思新颖，语言诙谐，结局常常出人意外；欧~亨利一生创作了270多个短篇小说和一部长篇小说，还有数量很少的诗歌他颇善情节设计，处处留下玄机，结局常常以出人意料出外而收场。读后使人不禁使人豁然开朗，拍案叫绝,被称为"欧~亨利式结尾".又因描写了众多的人物，富于生活情趣，被誉为“美国生活的幽默网络全书”.黑色幽默,“含泪水的微笑”。代表作有《爱的牺牲》、《警察与赞美诗》、《带家具出租的房间》、《麦琪的礼物》、《最后一片叶子》等.
契诃夫（1860-1904）他常以十九世界俄国社会中所常见的凡人小事为素材，用语言简练、讽刺尖刻笔触描写小人物和知识分子两类人的命运。代表作有《小职员之死》《变色龙》。《套中人》等。契河夫是19世纪末俄国伟大的剧作家和短篇小说家，俄国现实主义文学流派的杰出代表
其他的有:
茨威格短篇小说集
马克.吐温短篇小说集
窃贼(阿·康帕尼尔)
情书(岩井俊二)
永远占有(格雷厄姆·格林)
化石街(岛田庄司)
棋逢对手(西瑞尔·哈尔)
首领(卡拉维洛夫)
热爱生命(杰克·伦敦)
蚂蚁 (博里斯·维昂)
蠢猪 (马莱巴)
品酒 (罗·达尔)
打不碎的鸡蛋 (马莱巴)
劳驾，快点！(图戈依)
品酒 (罗·达尔)
③ 英语小说推荐
英语小说推荐有《世界的最后一晚》和《幸福结局》
1、《世界的最后一晚》The Last Night of the Worldby 雷·布莱伯利Ray Bradbury
内容简介：布莱伯利最有名的是他的《华氏451度》(Fahrenheit 451)，这本书是有关焚书的反乌托邦(dystopian)故事。但书迷们对他的短篇小说应该也很熟悉，比如《纹身人》(The Illustrated Man)和《火星纪事》(The Martian Chronicles)。
阿特伍德，也就是最近大热的《使女的故事》的作者，在这篇短小精悍的小说中尽情炫耀了一把自己标志性的讽刺手法，带领读者体验了一对虚构夫妇约翰和玛丽可能经历的各种不同结局。温馨提示：这些结局并没有那么幸福。
④ 美国著名的短篇小说
美国欧.亨利<最后一片藤叶><警察与赞美诗><麦琪的礼物>
欧·亨利
（O. Henry, 1862-1910）
作者简介：
原名威廉·西德尼·波特（William Sydney Porter），是美国最著名的短篇小说家之一，曾被评论界誉为曼哈顿桂冠散文作家和美国现代短篇小说之父。他出身于美国北卡罗来纳州格林斯波罗镇一个医师家庭。
他的一生富于传奇性，当过药房学徒、牧牛人、会计员、土地局办事员、新闻记者、银行出纳员。当银行出纳员时，因银行短缺了一笔现金，为避免审讯，离家流亡中美的洪都拉斯。后因回家探视病危的妻子被捕入
狱，并在监狱医务室任药剂师。他在银行工作时，曾有过写作的经历，担任监狱医务室的药剂师后开始认真写作。1901年提前获释后，迁居纽约，专门从事写作。
欧·亨利善于描写美国社会尤其是纽约百姓的生活。他的作品构思新颖，语言诙谐，结局常常出人意外；又因描写了众多的人物，富于生活情趣，被誉为“美国生活的幽默网络全书”。代表作有小说集《白菜与国王》、《四百万》、《命运之路》等。其中一些名篇如《爱的牺牲》、《警察与赞美诗》、《带家具出租的房间》、《麦琪的礼物》、《最后一片藤叶》等使他获得了世界声誉
欧·亨利是世界著名的短篇小说家。他的创作紧随莫泊桑和契柯夫之后，而又独树一帜。他的作品有“美国生活的网络全书”之誉。
欧·亨利原名威廉·西德尼·波特（William Sydney Porter）,1862年9月11日出生于北卡来纳州中部小城格林斯勃罗。他的父亲是地方医生。他幼年丧母，家境贫寒，从小由祖母抚养。15岁到一个远房叔叔的药店里当学徒。20岁上来到得克萨斯州，先当牧牛人，后到州首府奥斯丁。从1884年起先后当过药剂师、绘图员、第一国民银行的出纳员。这一时期他的生活极不安定，但却为日后写作积累了不少的生活素材。
1887年7月，他与亚瑟尔·阿斯特斯结婚，1894年10月，银行发现他的帐目短缺了现金，法院审讯后宣布不予追究，于是他辞职离开了奥斯丁，来到休斯敦的幽默刊物《滚石》当美术编辑，第二年又成为《休斯敦邮报》的专栏作者。这段平静生活并不长久。1896年联邦银行检察机关又对他开始刑事追究，再次传讯他。他抛下妻小，流亡到洪都拉斯等地躲避。不久，他得知妻子病危，赶回家探望而被捕。1897年7月，他的妻子因肺病去世。1898年2月，他以贪污银行公款罪被判5年徒刑，关在俄亥俄州哥伦布城监狱里。
在狱中，他忍受了极大的精神折磨，他的名字被抹去了，取而代之的是犯人编号。幸亏不久监狱医务室需要一个药剂员，他得以重操旧业，还有闲暇时间。1899年岁末，他想到要给女儿一份圣诞礼物。他回想起自己的经历和无家可归的流浪汉，写成了一篇小说《口哨狄克的圣诞礼物》。他以一本法国药典书作者的名字为笔名，投给了《麦克吕尔》杂志，在圣诞节前夕刊登了出来。由此他一发而不可收拾，作品接二连三地发表，欧·亨利的名字随之声誉鹊起。1901年7月，他由于“表现良好”，被提前释放。3年半前他是贪污犯波特，出来时则成了小说家欧·亨利。
欧·亨利定居纽约。他以创作为业。1903年12月，他负责《星期日世界》周刊。从1904年起，他一年要出版一两本短篇小说集，较著名的有《四百万》(1906)、《剪亮的灯盏》(1907)、《西部的心》(1907)、《城市之声》(1908)、《善良的骗子》(1908)、《命运之路》(1909)、《选择》(1909)、《毫不通融》(1910)、《乱七八糟》、《滚石集》、《流浪儿》和唯一一部长篇小说《白菜与国王》(1904)等。欧·亨利善于描写美国社会尤其是纽约百姓的生活。他的作品构思新颖，语言诙谐，结局常常出人意外；又因描写了众多的人物，富于生活情趣，被誉为“美国生活的幽默网络全书”。
欧·亨利除了跟杂志社老板和出版商打交道外，很少交朋友。1907年，他与萨拉·克里曼结婚。他酗酒的习惯未能改掉，加上早年生活颠沛流离，身体状况日见衰竭。1910年6月5日，欧·亨利因肝硬化在纽约逝世，年仅48岁。
走近欧·亨利
——写在美国作家《欧·亨利全集》出版之际
郭俊峰
距华盛顿州不远的北卡罗来纳州有一个名叫格林斯波罗的小镇。1862年9月11日，小镇里一位不得志的医生和他美丽纤弱的妻子生了一个大眼睛、不大强壮的孩子。谁也不曾想到，在19世纪末20世纪初，这个孩子以欧·亨利的笔名平步文坛，成为一个深受美国和世界读者喜欢的伟大小说家，并且在百年之后仍然保持着长久的影响和魅力。
欧·亨利的人生之路崎岖、艰苦而又不幸，他三岁丧母，15岁就走向社会，从事过牧童、药剂师、�事、办事员、制图员、出纳员等多种职业。1889年，他和罗琦不顾她父母的反对私奔成婚，并在年轻妻子鼓励下走上创作道路，创办《滚石》杂志，发表幽默小品。后来，他因挪用银行资金被判五年徒刑。出狱后，他迁居纽约专门从事写作，每周为世界报提供一个短篇，但因第二次婚姻的不幸，加之饮酒过度，终于1910年6月5日在纽约病逝。
19世纪80年代至20世纪初的美国，随着资本主义逐渐向垄断发展，各种社会矛盾日益显露突出。欧·亨利长期生活在下层，形形色色的社会现象使他对这些矛盾心感身受。曲折的人生、丰富的经历、独特的视角和敏锐的观察，使他情不自禁地把社会的各种现象形象地概括在自己的作品中，如下层劳动群众生活的贫穷艰辛，道貌岸然的上流骗子，巧取豪夺的金融寡头，肆无忌惮的买卖官爵，小偷、强盗、流浪汉的生活，以及失业、犯罪等等。对贫民他充满了同情，对资产阶级剥削者从不同角度予以批判与揭露，道出了下层劳动群众对剥削、压迫的愤怒反抗与心声。
欧·亨利一生创作了270多个短篇小说和一部长篇小说，还有数量很少的诗歌。欧·亨利的诗歌创作反映了他对自然、人生所面临的社会矛盾的态度，他写小鸟、古老的村庄，歌颂流浪者，以阴郁的笔调吟颂“唱催眠曲的男孩”，抨击不合理的社会现象。但因数量少、成就不大，因而影响很小。相反，他的许多书信倒是精彩的随笔，他同编辑谈生活，谈创作，表达作者的生活态度和创作思想。欧·亨利的代表作品是《麦琪的礼物》、《警察与赞美诗》和《最后一片叶子》。其著名小说还有《黄雀在后》、《市政报告》、《配供家具的客房》、《双料骗子》等，真实准确的细节描写，生动简洁的语言使一系列栩栩如生的艺术形象展现在读者面前，也使他在世界短篇小说史上占有重要位置。有人曾将他比做“美国的莫泊桑”，这是有其道理的。
幽默是美国的文学传统之一。从华盛顿·欧文开始，许多作家都善于写那些有趣可笑而又意味深长的故事。欧文的幽默是在善意的揶揄之中含有淡淡的讽刺；马克·吐温的幽默以充满俚语的口语，滑稽、俏皮的描写和极夸张的形象，揭示了生活中的真理；欧文·肖的幽默则在注重描述人物性格的幽默风趣上。欧·亨利承袭这一传统，受同时代作家的影响，加之一生经历坎坷，使得他独特的幽默与众不同——充满了辛酸的笑声，在夸张、嘲讽、风趣、诙谐、机智的幽默之中，含有抑郁、凄楚的情绪。读《麦琪的礼物》让人苦笑，读《警察与赞美诗》让人悲凉辛酸。这种“含泪的微笑”，加深了作品的社会意义，具有长久的艺术魅力。
处理小说的结尾，是欧·亨利最具创造性的贡献，也使他在美国和世界文学史上享有盛名。他善于戏剧性地设计情节，埋下伏笔，作好铺垫，勾勒矛盾，最后在结尾处出现一个出人意料的结局，使读者感到豁然开朗，柳暗花明，既在意料之外，又在情理之中，不禁拍案称奇。但由于作者写作速度快且多，这种手法运用过多过滥，不免使人感到有明显的雷同和公式化的弊端。
欧·亨利的作品在我国一直拥有广大读者。这次出版的《欧·亨利全集》重译了包括诗歌在内的全部作品。希望能给所有喜欢欧·亨利的读者提供一个最新、最全的版本，以便能够更加全面深刻地了解欧·亨利的生平、思想和作品，了解19世纪末20世纪初的美国社会。（郭俊峰）距华盛顿州不远的北卡罗来纳州有一个名叫格林斯波罗的小镇。1862年9月11日，小镇里一位不得志的医生和他美丽纤弱的妻子生了一个大眼睛、不大强壮的孩子。谁也不曾想到，在19世纪末20世纪初，这个孩子以欧·亨利的笔名平步文坛，成为一个深受美国和世界读者喜欢的伟大小说家，并且在百年之后仍然保持着长久的影响和魅力。
欧·亨利的人生之路崎岖、艰苦而又不幸，他三岁丧母，15岁就走向社会，从事过牧童、药剂师、�事、办事员、制图员、出纳员等多种职业。1889年，他和罗琦不顾她父母的反对私奔成婚，并在年轻妻子鼓励下走上创作道路，创办《滚石》杂志，发表幽默小品。后来，他因挪用银行资金被判五年徒刑。出狱后，他迁居纽约专门从事写作，每周为世界报提供一个短篇，但因第二次婚姻的不幸，加之饮酒过度，终于1910年6月5日在纽约病逝。
19世纪80年代至20世纪初的美国，随着资本主义逐渐向垄断发展，各种社会矛盾日益显露突出。欧·亨利长期生活在下层，形形色色的社会现象使他对这些矛盾心感身受。曲折的人生、丰富的经历、独特的视角和敏锐的观察，使他情不自禁地把社会的各种现象形象地概括在自己的作品中，如下层劳动群众生活的贫穷艰辛，道貌岸然的上流骗子，巧取豪夺的金融寡头，肆无忌惮的买卖官爵，小偷、强盗、流浪汉的生活，以及失业、犯罪等等。对贫民他充满了同情，对资产阶级剥削者从不同角度予以批判与揭露，道出了下层劳动群众对剥削、压迫的愤怒反抗与心声。
欧·亨利一生创作了270多个短篇小说和一部长篇小说，还有数量很少的诗歌。欧·亨利的诗歌创作反映了他对自然、人生所面临的社会矛盾的态度，他写小鸟、古老的村庄，歌颂流浪者，以阴郁的笔调吟颂“唱催眠曲的男孩”，抨击不合理的社会现象。但因数量少、成就不大，因而影响很小。相反，他的许多书信倒是精彩的随笔，他同编辑谈生活，谈创作，表达作者的生活态度和创作思想。欧·亨利的代表作品是《麦琪的礼物》、《警察与赞美诗》和《最后一片叶子》。其著名小说还有《黄雀在后》、《市政报告》、《配供家具的客房》、《双料骗子》等，真实准确的细节描写，生动简洁的语言使一系列栩栩如生的艺术形象展现在读者面前，也使他在世界短篇小说史上占有重要位置。有人曾将他比做“美国的莫泊桑”，这是有其道理的。
幽默是美国的文学传统之一。从华盛顿·欧文开始，许多作家都善于写那些有趣可笑而又意味深长的故事。欧文的幽默是在善意的揶揄之中含有淡淡的讽刺；马克·吐温的幽默以充满俚语的口语，滑稽、俏皮的描写和极夸张的形象，揭示了生活中的真理；欧文·肖的幽默则在注重描述人物性格的幽默风趣上。欧·亨利承袭这一传统，受同时代作家的影响，加之一生经历坎坷，使得他独特的幽默与众不同——充满了辛酸的笑声，在夸张、嘲讽、风趣、诙谐、机智的幽默之中，含有抑郁、凄楚的情绪。读《麦琪的礼物》让人苦笑，读《警察与赞美诗》让人悲凉辛酸。这种“含泪的微笑”，加深了作品的社会意义，具有长久的艺术魅力。
处理小说的结尾，是欧·亨利最具创造性的贡献，也使他在美国和世界文学史上享有盛名。他善于戏剧性地设计情节，埋下伏笔，作好铺垫，勾勒矛盾，最后在结尾处出现一个出人意料的结局，使读者感到豁然开朗，柳暗花明，既在意料之外，又在情理之中，不禁拍案称奇。但由于作者写作速度快且多，这种手法运用过多过滥，不免使人感到有明显的雷同和公式化的弊端。
欧·亨利的作品在我国一直拥有广大读者。这次出版的《欧·亨利全集》重译了包括诗歌在内的全部作品。希望能给所有喜欢欧·亨利的读者提供一个最新、最全的版本，以便能够更加全面深刻地了解欧·亨利的生平、思想和作品，了解19世纪末20世纪初的美国社会。
⑤ 欧亨利的短篇小说片名 用英文怎么翻译
尽力了 乔治亚的规定
艺术品与牧场烈马
找不到……
《人生的波澜》The Whirligig Of Life
《酒吧里的世界公民》A Cosmopolite in a Cafe
《歌声与警察》The Cop and the Anthem
《浪子回头》The Gentle Grafter
《公主与美洲狮》 The Princess and the Puma
《艺术品与牧场烈马》Hygeia at the Solito
《人生道路的选择》The Road We Take
《感恩节的两位绅士》Two Thanksgiving Day Gentlemen
《乔治亚的规定》Babes In The Jungle
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有中文翻译的只有如下几篇：
"Girl" “姑娘”
“Next To Reading Matter”“醉翁之意”
After Twenty Years 二十年以后
The Atavism Of John Tom Little Bear 小熊约翰·汤姆的返祖现象
Babes In The Jungle 丛林中的孩子
Between Rounds 闹剧
The Chair Of Philanthromathematics 慈善事业数学讲座
Conscience In Art 艺术良心
The Cop and the Anthem 警察与赞美诗
A Cosmopolite in a Cafe 咖啡馆里的世界公民
The Detective Detector 几位侦探
A Double-dyed Deceiver 双料骗子
The Furnished Room 带家具出租的房间
The Gift of the Magi 麦琪的礼物
The Green Door 绿色门
The Handbook of Hymen 婚姻手册
Hearts and Hands 心与手
The Hiding of Black Bill 布莱克·比尔藏身记
Hygeia at the Solito 索利托牧场的卫生学
Jimmy Hayes And Muriel 吉米·海斯和缪里尔
Jeff Peters As A Personal Magnet 催眠术家杰甫·彼得斯
The Last Leaf 最后一片叶子
Lost on Dress Parade 华而不实
Mammon and the Archer 爱神与财神
The Man Higher Up 黄雀在后
The Marionettes 提线木偶
The Marry Month of May 五月是个结婚月
A Municipal Report 市政报告
The Pimienta Pancakes 比绵塔薄饼
The Princess and the Puma 公主与美洲狮
Psyche And The Pskyscraper 心理分析与摩天大楼
The Red Roses of Tonia 托尼娅的红玫瑰
The Roads We Take 我们选择的道路
The Romance of a Busy Broker 证券经纪人的浪漫故事
A Service of Love 爱的牺牲
Shearing The Wolf 虎口拔牙
Telemachus, Friend 刎颈之交
Two Thanksgiving Day Gentlemen 两位感恩节的绅士
An Unfinished Story 没说完的故事
While The Auto Waits 汽车等待的时候
The Whirligig of Life 生活的波折
Withes' Loaves 女巫的面包
以上就是有公开发表的翻译版本的文章
schools and schools不在之列
欧亨利短篇小说集里也没有。
就像《百年孤独》一样，也没合法的翻译版本，貌似马尔克斯没有卖给中国它所有作品的翻译版权。
schools and schools可能也是这样。
这个阿，很难找...可以看英文原版阿，读起来可能会很麻烦。
写论文，知道大意就可以了。
参考资料：http://ke..com/view/88041.htm
http://tieba..com/f?kz=69139525
这里都有，以后就方便了哦
⑥ 欧亨利中英文短篇小说集
爱洋葱有很多欧亨利中英文短篇小说，而且还是中英双语的，下面的只是一部分，如果你感兴趣可以去网站看看。
《三叶草和棕榈树》Shamrock and the Palm
借主人公之口，回忆了克兰西从一位暴君的魔掌中逃脱的故事。
《失语漫游》A Ramble in Aphasia
如果有一天，你一觉醒来发现自己失忆了，你会怎么办？欧·亨利的《失语漫游》讲述的正是一个失忆者的故事。一位成天钻研法律的名律师，几乎与娱乐绝缘，他的生活可谓了无生趣。有一天他的生活突然有趣了起来：他带着巨款，在客车上失忆了！接下来他该何去何从？且看欧·亨利如何将一个成功男士失忆后的心理、生活状态写得惟妙惟肖！
《黄狗自传》Memoirs of a Yellow Dog
动物会写文章？动物会用语言表达自己？一只黄狗会有怎样的倾诉欲。欧·亨利短篇小说《黄狗自传》，以一只黄狗为第一人称，讲述一只狗的日常生活
《恭贺佳节》Compliments of the Season
流浪汉、布娃娃、百元大钞、百万富翁、圣诞佳节这看似风马牛不相及的一切到底有何关联？走进欧·亨利千回百转、光怪陆离、惊奇不断的奇妙小说世界，《恭贺佳节》即将向您揭晓满意的答案。
《巴格达之鸡》A Bird of Bagdad
一个谜语引发了一群人的思考，欧·亨利似的结尾总能在最后让读者恍然大悟，又或者哑然失笑。奎格在路上偶遇一个小伙，小伙子为了取得参加心上人生日宴会的资格，正在为一个谜语而困惑不已。
《没有结局的故事》An Unfinished Story
描写了一位每周只挣五美圆的贫穷女工达尔西在阔佬的诱惑下，虽一时动摇但最终拒绝。她复杂的内心世界被真实的表现出来。
《鞋》Shoes
《鞋》是由一个玩笑引发的故事，读来诙谐幽默又意味深长。小说的结尾是典型的“欧·亨利式
的结尾”，既在意料之外，又在情理之中。美国驻科拉里奥领事约翰收到了来自家乡的一封信，咨询关于来科拉里奥开鞋店是否可行。出于消遣，他回信说这里急需一家鞋店。实际情况则是，这个三千多人的小镇没有几个人愿受穿鞋之苦。没想到，真的有人变卖了家产，满怀希望载着鞋子来了，而这个人竟然还是约翰心上人的父亲……
《闪光的金子》The Gold That Glittered
自以为是的骗子自作聪明却弄巧成拙，有勇无谋的将军无心插柳却误打误撞狠狠地捉弄了骗子。世事难料，往往事与愿违，是造化弄人，还是万事皆有因？欧·亨利的短篇小说《闪光的金子》向我们讲述了这样一个荒谬的幽默讽喻故事。
⑦ 国外知名短篇小说，经典的
莫泊桑《一家人》、《在一个春天的夜晚》、《戴丽叶春楼》，一八八二年有《菲菲小姐》、《一个儿子》、《修软椅的女人》、《小狗皮埃罗》、《一个诺曼底佬》、《月光》、《遗嘱》，一八八三年有《骑马》、《在海上》、《两个朋友》、《珠宝》、《米隆老爹》、《我的叔叔于勒》、《勋章到手了》、《绳子》，一八八四年有《烧伞记》、《项链》《幸福》、《遗产》、《衣柜》
契科夫《柳树》 《代表》 《胖子和瘦子》 《渴睡》《在催眠术表演会上》 《坏孩子》 《小职员之死》《变色龙》《我的“她”》 《跳来跳去的女人》 《演说家》 《凡卡》 《外科手术》 《装在套子里的人》 《脖子上的安娜》 《乞丐》 《彩票》 《名贵的狗》 《带阁楼的房子》 《出事》 《打赌》 《在流放地》 《夜莺演唱会》 《农民》 《套中人》 《第六病室》 《醋栗》 《姚内奇》 《窝囊》 《渴睡》《草原》 《没意思的故事》《柔弱的人》《敌人》
欧亨利《咖啡馆里的世界公民》《财神和爱神》 《麦琪的礼物》(也称作《贤人的礼物》) 《证券经纪人的浪漫故事》 《带家具出租的房间》 《包打听》 《警察与赞美诗》 《爱的牺牲》 《姑娘》《醉翁之意》 《二十年后》《小熊约翰·汤姆的返祖现象》《丛林中的孩子》《闹剧》《慈善事业数学讲座》《几位侦探》 《双料骗子》《绿色门》 《婚姻手册》《心与手》 《布莱克·比尔藏身记》 《索利托牧场的卫生学》 《苹果之谜》 《吉米·海斯和缪里尔》 《催眠术家杰甫·彼得斯》 《最后一片叶子》《华而不实》《黄雀在后》《提线木偶》《五月是个结婚月》 《市政报告》 《没有完的故事》《比绵塔薄饼》 《公主与美洲狮》《心理分析与摩天大楼》 托尼娅的红玫瑰》 《我们选择的道路》《虎口拔牙》《刎颈之交》《两位感恩节的绅士》 《回合之间》 《汽车等待的时候》 《生活的波折》《女巫的面包》 《信童传情》 《菜单上的春天》 《迷梦》 《各取所需》 《圣罗萨里奥的两位朋友》 《钟摆》 《活期贷款》 《天窗室》 《第三样配料》 《白鸽》
⑧ 世界著名短篇小说
THE GIFT OF THE
One dollar and eighty-seven cents. That was all. And sixty cents of it was in pennies. Pennies saved one and two at a time by bulldozing the grocer and the vegetable man and the butcher until one's cheeks burned with the silent imputation of parsimony that such close dealing implied. Three times Della counted it. One dollar and eighty- seven cents. And the next day would be Christmas.
There was clearly nothing to do but flop down on the shabby little couch and howl. So Della did it. Which instigates the moral reflection that life is made up of sobs, sniffles, and smiles, with sniffles predominating.
While the mistress of the home is graally subsiding from the first stage to the second, take a look at the home. A furnished flat at $8 per week. It did not exactly beggar description, but it certainly had that word on the lookout for the mendicancy squad.
In the vestibule below was a letter-box into which no letter would go, and an electric button from which no mortal finger could coax a ring. Also appertaining thereunto was a card bearing the name "Mr. James Dillingham Young."
The "Dillingham" had been flung to the breeze ring a former period of prosperity when its possessor was being paid $30 per week. Now, when the income was shrunk to $20, though, they were thinking seriously of contracting to a modest and unassuming D. But whenever Mr. James Dillingham Young came home and reached his flat above he was called "Jim" and greatly hugged by Mrs. James Dillingham Young, already introced to you as Della. Which is all very good.
Della finished her cry and attended to her cheeks with the powder rag. She stood by the window and looked out lly at a gray cat walking a gray fence in a gray backyard. Tomorrow would be Christmas Day, and she had only $1.87 with which to buy Jim a present. She had been saving every penny she could for months, with this result. Twenty dollars a week doesn't go far. Expenses had been greater than she had calculated. They always are. Only $1.87 to buy a present for Jim. Her Jim. Many a happy hour she had spent planning for something nice for him. Something fine and rare and sterling--something just a little bit near to being worthy of the honor of being owned by Jim.
There was a pier-glass between the windows of the room. Perhaps you have seen a pier-glass in an $8 flat. A very thin and very agile person may, by observing his reflection in a rapid sequence of longitudinal strips, obtain a fairly accurate conception of his looks. Della, being slender, had mastered the art.
Suddenly she whirled from the window and stood before the glass. her eyes were shining brilliantly, but her face had lost its color within twenty seconds. Rapidly she pulled down her hair and let it fall to its full length.
Now, there were two possessions of the James Dillingham Youngs in which they both took a mighty pride. One was Jim's gold watch that had been his father's and his grandfather's. The other was Della's hair. Had the queen of Sheba lived in the flat across the airshaft, Della would have let her hair hang out the window some day to dry just to depreciate Her Majesty's jewels and gifts. Had King Solomon been the janitor, with all his treasures piled up in the basement, Jim would have pulled out his watch every time he passed, just to see him pluck at his beard from envy.
So now Della's beautiful hair fell about her rippling and shining like a cascade of brown waters. It reached below her knee and made itself almost a garment for her. And then she did it up again nervously and quickly. Once she faltered for a minute and stood still while a tear or two splashed on the worn red carpet.
On went her old brown jacket; on went her old brown hat. With a whirl of skirts and with the brilliant sparkle still in her eyes, she fluttered out the door and down the stairs to the street.
Where she stopped the sign read: "Mne. Sofronie. Hair Goods of All Kinds." One flight up Della ran, and collected herself, panting. Madame, large, too white, chilly, hardly looked the "Sofronie."
"Will you buy my hair?" asked Della.
"I buy hair," said Madame. "Take yer hat off and let's have a sight at the looks of it."
Down rippled the brown cascade.
"Twenty dollars," said Madame, lifting the mass with a practised hand.
"Give it to me quick," said Della.
Oh, and the next two hours tripped by on rosy wings. Forget the hashed metaphor. She was ransacking the stores for Jim's present.
She found it at last. It surely had been made for Jim and no one else. There was no other like it in any of the stores, and she had turned all of them inside out. It was a platinum fob chain simple and chaste in design, properly proclaiming its value by substance alone and not by meretricious ornamentation--as all good things should do. It was even worthy of The Watch. As soon as she saw it she knew that it must be Jim's. It was like him. Quietness and value--the description applied to both. Twenty-one dollars they took from her for it, and she hurried home with the 87 cents. With that chain on his watch Jim might be properly anxious about the time in any company. Grand as the watch was, he sometimes looked at it on the sly on account of the old leather strap that he used in place of a chain.
When Della reached home her intoxication gave way a little to prudence and reason. She got out her curling irons and lighted the gas and went to work repairing the ravages made by generosity added to love. Which is always a tremendous task, dear friends--a mammoth task.
Within forty minutes her head was covered with tiny, close-lying curls that made her look wonderfully like a truant schoolboy. She looked at her reflection in the mirror long, carefully, and critically.
"If Jim doesn't kill me," she said to herself, "before he takes a second look at me, he'll say I look like a Coney Island chorus girl. But what could I do--oh! what could I do with a dollar and eighty- seven cents?"
At 7 o'clock the coffee was made and the frying-pan was on the back of the stove hot and ready to cook the chops.
Jim was never late. Della doubled the fob chain in her hand and sat on the corner of the table near the door that he always entered. Then she heard his step on the stair away down on the first flight, and she turned white for just a moment. She had a habit for saying little silent prayer about the simplest everyday things, and now she whispered: "Please God, make him think I am still pretty."
The door opened and Jim stepped in and closed it. He looked thin and very serious. Poor fellow, he was only twenty-two--and to be burdened with a family! He needed a new overcoat and he was without gloves.
Jim stopped inside the door, as immovable as a setter at the scent of quail. His eyes were fixed upon Della, and there was an expression in them that she could not read, and it terrified her. It was not anger, nor surprise, nor disapproval, nor horror, nor any of the sentiments that she had been prepared for. He simply stared at her fixedly with that peculiar expression on his face.
Della wriggled off the table and went for him.
"Jim, darling," she cried, "don't look at me that way. I had my hair cut off and sold because I couldn't have lived through Christmas without giving you a present. It'll grow out again--you won't mind, will you? I just had to do it. My hair grows awfully fast. Say `Merry Christmas!' Jim, and let's be happy. You don't know what a nice-- what a beautiful, nice gift I've got for you."
"You've cut off your hair?" asked Jim, laboriously, as if he had not arrived at that patent fact yet even after the hardest mental labor.
"Cut it off and sold it," said Della. "Don't you like me just as well, anyhow? I'm me without my hair, ain't I?"
Jim looked about the room curiously.
"You say your hair is gone?" he said, with an air almost of idiocy.
"You needn't look for it," said Della. "It's sold, I tell you--sold and gone, too. It's Christmas Eve, boy. Be good to me, for it went for you. Maybe the hairs of my head were numbered," she went on with sudden serious sweetness, "but nobody could ever count my love for you. Shall I put the chops on, Jim?"
Out of his trance Jim seemed quickly to wake. He enfolded his Della. For ten seconds let us regard with discreet scrutiny some inconsequential object in the other direction. Eight dollars a week or a million a year--what is the difference? A mathematician or a wit would give you the wrong answer. The magi brought valuable gifts, but that was not among them. This dark assertion will be illuminated later on.
Jim drew a package from his overcoat pocket and threw it upon the table.
"Don't make any mistake, Dell," he said, "about me. I don't think there's anything in the way of a haircut or a shave or a shampoo that could make me like my girl any less. But if you'll unwrap that package you may see why you had me going a while at first."
White fingers and nimble tore at the string and paper. And then an ecstatic scream of joy; and then, alas! a quick feminine change to hysterical tears and wails, necessitating the immediate employment of all the comforting powers of the lord of the flat.
For there lay The Combs--the set of combs, side and back, that Della had worshipped long in a Broadway window. Beautiful combs, pure tortoise shell, with jewelled rims--just the shade to wear in the beautiful vanished hair. They were expensive combs, she knew, and her heart had simply craved and yearned over them without the least hope of possession. And now, they were hers, but the tresses that should have adorned the coveted adornments were gone.
But she hugged them to her bosom, and at length she was able to look up with dim eyes and a smile and say: "My hair grows so fast, Jim!"
And them Della leaped up like a little singed cat and cried, "Oh, oh!"
Jim had not yet seen his beautiful present. She held it out to him eagerly upon her open palm. The ll precious metal seemed to flash with a reflection of her bright and ardent spirit.
"Isn't it a dandy, Jim? I hunted all over town to find it. You'll have to look at the time a hundred times a day now. Give me your watch. I want to see how it looks on it."
Instead of obeying, Jim tumbled down on the couch and put his hands under the back of his head and smiled.
"Dell," said he, "let's put our Christmas presents away and keep 'em a while. They're too nice to use just at present. I sold the watch to get the money to buy your combs. And now suppose you put the chops on."
The magi, as you know, were wise men--wonderfully wise men--who brought gifts to the Babe in the manger. They invented the art of giving Christmas presents. Being wise, their gifts were no doubt wise ones, possibly bearing the privilege of exchange in case of plication. And here I have lamely related to you the uneventful chronicle of two foolish children in a flat who most unwisely sacrificed for each other the greatest treasures of their house. But in a last word to the wise of these days let it be said that of all who give gifts these two were the wisest. O all who give and receive gifts, such as they are wisest. Everywhere they are wisest. They are the magi.
⑨ 有什么英语短篇小说推荐
1. “A Good Man is Hard to Find,” Flannery O’Connor
Few short stories have stuck with us as much as this one, which is probably O'Connor's most famous work — and with good reason. The Misfit is one of the most alarming serial killers we've ever met, all the more so for his politeness, and the story’s moral is so striking and terrifying that — whether you subscribe to the religious undertones or not — a reader is likely to finish and begin to reexamine their entire existence. Or at least we did, the first time we read it.
《好人难寻》这篇小说是奥康纳最为著名的作品，很少有其他短篇小说能像这篇一样给我们带来震撼。无论你是否能明了宗教般的潜在含义，看完这篇小说读者都会开始或是结束对存在的检视。
2. “The School,” Donald Barthelme
This story is very short, but pretty much perfect in every way. Though Barthelme is known for his playful, post modern style, we admire him for his ability to shape a world so clearly from so few words, chosen expertly. Barthelme never over explains, never uses one syllable too many, but effortlessly leads the reader right where he wants her to be. It's funny, it's absurdist, it's sad, it's enormous even in its smallness. It may be this writer’s favorite story of all time. You should read it.
这篇小说很短，但是堪称完美。巴塞尔姆的优秀就在于他能用精选的极少几个文字就为我们叙述了一个世界。他很少过多地解释，就把读者带到了他想要你去地方。
3. “In The Penal Colony,” Franz Kafka
Kafka called this one his“dirty story,”and thought it imperfect, but it's one of our favorites of his (though we also recommend “The Hunger Artist”and“A Country Doctor”). It's so obviously a story about writing, in some ultimate way — a machine punishes its victims by writing on them over and over until their bodies give out — but its as if, while the body is the source of every problem in the tale, every weakness, it is also the only place where true knowledge can be translated.
卡夫卡称自己的这篇小说是一个“很脏的故事”，认为并不完美，但是这个短篇确实我们的最爱之一。在小说中，我们可以体会到，身体是一切问题和弱点的根源，但身体也是唯一能转化真知的地方。
4. “Signs and Symbols,”Vladimir Nabokov
Another short one, we revere this story for its ability to turn every tiny detail into a portentous disaster, not to mention the fact that it's penned in Nabokov's effortlessly gorgeous, silvery prose. An old Jewish couple goes to visit their son in the mental hospital, only to be turned away because he has attempted to kill himself. And that's it, really. They go home and look though a photo album, eat some jam. The phonerings. But the whole thing is, perhaps, both a comment on the nature of insanity and the nature of the short story itself, with all its rules and strangeness and banality. And all its symbols, of course.
我们喜欢这篇小说的原因就在于，这个故事有能力把每个细微的细节瞬间变为一场灾难，而Nabokov在写这篇小说用的是轻松华丽水银泻地般的散文风格。
5. “Gooseberries,” Anton Chekhov
Chekhov's stories are indisputably among the greats, and this one, written rather late, is one of our favorites. Chekhov probes at both the frailty and the worth of humanity, not to mention the natureof life, both for the fortunate and the unfortunate. But like most of Chekhov's stories, there's no clear moral, there's no obvious takeaway. Some men sit around and discuss their thoughts, and we listen, mulling over the subtleties for ourselves.
契科夫的小说无疑是最伟大的作品之一，而这篇是我们的最爱。这篇小说像他的其他小说一样，没有清晰的道德标准，我们只是静静地看着几个人围坐着，讨论他们的思想。
6. “Sea Oak,” George Saunders
“Sea Oak” is Saunders's favorite of his own stories, we've heard, so because we find it so hard to choose among them, we've included it here on his own recommendation. Absurdist and satirical, and including at least one zombie shouting at her housemates to get laid, it's a weird one. But it's also concerned with placelessness, with family, with poverty, and like all of Saunders's stories, has a good, thumping heart under all that darkness and fun-poking.
这部小说是桑德斯最为喜爱的一步短篇，这也是我们听说的。因为我们很难做出选择，因此就把他自己的推介放在了这里。这部小说充满了荒诞和讽刺，但是也关心家庭和贫穷等问题。像他的其他小说一样，在黑暗和取笑中，也暗含着美好和快乐。
7. “The Ones Who Walk Away From Omelas,” Ursula K. LeGuin
LeGuin's parabolic tale, which won the Hugo Award for best short story in 1974, is a weird, spacious story about a city that seems to be a utopia — except for its one flaw, the single child that must always be kept in darkness and wretched misery so that the others may all live happily. Most of the citizens eventually accept this, but some do not, and silently leave the city, vanishing into the world around. Strange but pointed, Le Guin is a master of her genre.
勒古这部寓言般的短篇小说获得过1974年的“雨果奖”，是关于一个类似乌托邦的城市的荒诞又宏大的故事。
8. “The Veldt,” Ray Bradbury
This tale, from one of the greatest science fiction writers in history, is deliciously wicked. Though it was written in 1950, this kind of story — of children driven mad by want, of technology turning on its masters — will never get old. Until technology actually turns on us, that is. Then we probably won't want to hear about it.
布莱伯利作为历史上最富盛名的科幻小说家，这篇小说也是通过精心编写的。
9. “The Bear Came Over the Mountain,” Alice Munro
The undisputed queen of the short story, Alice Munro’s work is stark and often heartbreakingly raw, and this story of memory loss and the aching tenderness of human interaction is no different. Fun fact: this story was adapted into the film “Away from Her”, starring Julie Christie and Gordon Pinsent.
门罗是毫无争议的短篇小说女王，她的作品有一种朴实风格，常常带着心跳般的粗犷，这篇关于丧失记忆以及人类互动中的痛苦和柔弱的小说也不例外。
10. “The Nose,” Nikolai Gogol
Gogol might be the oldest writer on this list, but he’s also one of the weirdest — in a good way. Nabokov once wrote, “In Gogol…the absurd central character belongs to the absurd world around him but, pathetically and tragically, attempts to struggle out of it into the world of humans — and dies in despair.” What else can an absurd noseless man do, after all?
果戈里应该是这个书单上最久远的作家了，但是他也是最荒诞的小说家之一。纳博科夫曾近这样写道：“在果戈里的作品中，荒诞的人物属于他周围荒诞的世界，但是却可怜兮兮且悲惨地要逃离他的世界，最终死于绝望”。