莫泊桑短篇小说中英对照版

⑴ 莫泊桑的长篇小说和短篇小说有哪些 急！

主要代表作是《一生》(Une vie)和《俊友》（ 又译作《漂亮朋友》）
短篇小说《羊脂球》、《项链》。
《幸福》
《福楼拜家的星期天》
《羊脂球》（1880）
《一家人》（1881）
《我的叔叔于勒》（1883）
《米隆老爹》（1883）
《两个朋友》（1883）
《孤儿》
《项链》（1884）
《西蒙的爸爸》
《珠宝》
《小步舞》
《珍珠小姐》
《一生》（1883）
《俊友》（又译《漂亮朋友》1885）
《温泉》（1886）
《皮埃尔和若望》（1887）
《像死一般坚强》（1889）
《我们的心》（1890）
《菲菲小姐》
《雨伞》

⑵ 莫泊桑的中英文对照翻译简介急！！！

全名居基·德·莫泊桑(Guy de Maupassant 1850年8月5日－1893年7月6日) ：19世纪后半期法国优秀的批判现实主义作家，曾拜法国著名作家福楼拜为师。一生创作了6部长篇小说和350多篇中短篇小说，他的文学成隐启就以颂喊短篇小说最为突出，是与契诃夫和欧·亨利并列的世界三大短篇小说巨匠之一，对后世产生极大影响。被誉为“短篇小说之王”。他擅长从平凡琐屑的事物中截取富有典型意义的片断，以小见大地概括出生活的灶樱如真实。他的短篇小说构思别具匠心，情节变化多端，描写生动细致，刻画人情世态惟妙惟肖，令人读后回味无穷。 The full name occupied base · Germany · Maupassant (Guy de Maupassant on August 5th, 1850 - July 6, 1893): In the second half of the 19th century France outstanding critical realism writer, once did obeisance French renowned writer Flaubert was a teacher. The life has created 6 novels and more than 350 short stories, his literature achievement was most prominent by the short story, was scolds the husband and European · Henry's compound world one of three big short story great masters with the agreement, had the enormous influence to the later generation. Is honored as “king of the short story”. He excels from the ordinary trivial thing to intercept the rich typical significance the piece, by slightly sees the earth to summarize the life the reality. His short story forms in one's mind to have great originality, the plot is changeable, description vivid careful, the portray human sentiment ways of the world are lifelike, after making one read, provides much food for thought.

⑶ 莫泊桑的中英文对照简介

全名居基·德·莫泊桑(Guy de Maupassant 1850年8月5日－1893年7月6日) ：19世纪后半期法国优秀的批判现实主义作家，曾拜法国著名作家福楼拜为师。一生创作了6部长篇小说和350多篇中短篇小说，他的文学成就以短篇小说最为突出，是与契诃夫和欧·亨利并列的世界三大短篇小说巨匠之一，对后世产生极大影响。被誉为“短篇小说之王”。他擅长从平凡琐屑的事物中截取富有典型意义的片断，以小见大地概括出生活的真实。他的短篇小说构思别具匠心，情节变化多端，描写生动细致，刻画人情世态惟妙惟肖，令人读后回味无穷。
The full name occupied base · Germany · Maupassant (Guy de Maupassant on August 5th, 1850 - July 6, 1893): In the second half of the 19th century France outstanding critical realism writer, once did obeisance French renowned writer Flaubert was a teacher. The life has created 6 novels and more than 350 short stories, his literature achievement was most prominent by the short story, was scolds the husband and European · Henry's compound world one of three big short story great masters with the agreement, had the enormous influence to the later generation. Is honored as “king of the short story”. He excels from the ordinary trivial thing to intercept the rich typical significance the piece, by slightly sees the earth to summarize the life the reality. His short story forms in one's mind to have great originality, the plot is changeable, description vivid careful, the portray human sentiment ways of the world are lifelike, after making one read, provides much food for thought.

⑷ 莫泊桑写的短篇小说有哪些

莫泊桑的短篇小说代表作： 《漂亮朋友》、《羊脂球》、《项链》、《我的叔叔于勒》 莫泊桑，一生创作了6部长篇小说和359篇中短篇小说，及三部游记。与契诃夫和欧·亨利合称“世界三大短篇小说之王”。

⑸ 莫泊桑项链对白

The Necklace

She was one of those pretty and charming girls born, as though fate had blundered over her, into a family of artisans. She had no marriage portion, no expectations, no means of getting known, understood, loved, and wedded by a man of wealth and distinction; and she let herself be married off to a little clerk in the Ministry of Ecation. Her tastes were simple because she had never been able to afford any other, but she was as unhappy as though she had married beneath her; for women have no caste or class, their beauty, grace, and charm serving them for birth or family, their natural delicacy, their instinctive elegance, their nimbleness of wit, are their only mark of rank, and put the slum girl on a level with the highest lady in the land.
She suffered endlessly, feeling herself born for every delicacy and luxury. She suffered from the poorness of her house, from its mean walls, worn chairs, and ugly curtains. All these things, of which other women of her class would not even have been aware, tormented and insulted her. The sight of the little Breton girl who came to do the work in her little house aroused heart-broken regrets and hopeless dreams in her mind. She imagined silent antechambers, heavy with Oriental tapestries, lit by torches in lofty bronze sockets, with two tall footmen in knee-breeches sleeping in large arm-chairs, overcome by the heavy warmth of the stove. She imagined vast saloons hung with antique silks, exquisite pieces of furniture supporting priceless ornaments, and small, charming, perfumed rooms, created just for little parties of intimate friends, men who were famous and sought after, whose homage roused every other woman's envious longings.
When she sat down for dinner at the round table covered with a three-days-old cloth, opposite her husband, who took the cover off the soup-tureen, exclaiming delightedly: "Aha! Scotch broth! What could be better?" she imagined delicate meals, gleaming silver, tapestries peopling the walls with folk of a past age and strange birds in faery forests; she imagined delicate food served in marvellous dishes, murmured gallantries, listened to with an inscrutable smile as one trifled with the rosy flesh of trout or wings of asparagus chicken.
She had no clothes, no jewels, nothing. And these were the only things she loved; she felt that she was made for them. She had longed so eagerly to charm, to be desired, to be wildly attractive and sought after.

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She had a rich friend, an old school friend whom she refused to visit, because she suffered so keenly when she returned home. She would weep whole days, with grief, regret, despair, and misery.

*

One evening her husband came home with an exultant air, holding a large envelope in his hand.
"Here's something for you," he said.
Swiftly she tore the paper and drew out a printed card on which were these words:
"The Minister of Ecation and Madame Ramponneau request the pleasure of the company of Monsieur and Madame Loisel at the Ministry on the evening of Monday, January the 18th."
Instead of being delighted, as her husband hoped, she flung the invitation petulantly across the table, murmuring:
"What do you want me to do with this?"
"Why, darling, I thought you'd be pleased. You never go out, and this is a great occasion. I had tremendous trouble to get it. Every one wants one; it's very select, and very few go to the clerks. You'll see all the really big people there."
She looked at him out of furious eyes, and said impatiently: "And what do you suppose I am to wear at such an affair?"
He had not thought about it; he stammered:
"Why, the dress you go to the theatre in. It looks very nice, to me . . ."
He stopped, stupefied and utterly at a loss when he saw that his wife was beginning to cry. Two large tears ran slowly down from the corners of her eyes towards the corners of her mouth.
"What's the matter with you? What's the matter with you?" he faltered.
But with a violent effort she overcame her grief and replied in a calm voice, wiping her wet cheeks:
"Nothing. Only I haven't a dress and so I can't go to this party. Give your invitation to some friend of yours whose wife will be turned out better than I shall."
He was heart-broken.
"Look here, Mathilde," he persisted. "What would be the cost of a suitable dress, which you could use on other occasions as well, something very simple?"
She thought for several seconds, reckoning up prices and also wondering for how large a sum she could ask without bringing upon herself an immediate refusal and an exclamation of horror from the careful-minded clerk.

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At last she replied with some hesitation:
"I don't know exactly, but I think I could do it on four hundred francs."
He grew slightly pale, for this was exactly the amount he had been saving for a gun, intending to get a little shooting next summer on the plain of Nanterre with some friends who went lark-shooting there on Sundays.
Nevertheless he said: "Very well. I'll give you four hundred francs. But try and get a really nice dress with the money."
The day of the party drew near, and Madame Loisel seemed sad, uneasy and anxious. Her dress was ready, however. One evening her husband said to her:
"What's the matter with you? You've been very odd for the last three days."
"I'm utterly miserable at not having any jewels, not a single stone, to wear," she replied. "I shall look absolutely no one. I would almost rather not go to the party."
"Wear flowers," he said. "They're very smart at this time of the year. For ten francs you could get two or three gorgeous roses."
She was not convinced.
"No . . . there's nothing so humiliating as looking poor in the middle of a lot of rich women."
"How stupid you are!" exclaimed her husband. "Go and see Madame Forestier and ask her to lend you some jewels. You know her quite well enough for that."
She uttered a cry of delight.
"That's true. I never thought of it."
Next day she went to see her friend and told her her trouble.
Madame Forestier went to her dressing-table, took up a large box, brought it to Madame Loisel, opened it, and said:
"Choose, my dear."
First she saw some bracelets, then a pearl necklace, then a Venetian cross in gold and gems, of exquisite workmanship. She tried the effect of the jewels before the mirror, hesitating, unable to make up her mind to leave them, to give them up. She kept on asking:
"Haven't you anything else?"
"Yes. Look for yourself. I don't know what you would like best."
Suddenly she discovered, in a black satin case, a superb diamond necklace; her heart began to beat covetously. Her hands trembled as she lifted it. She fastened it round her neck, upon her high dress, and remained in ecstasy at sight of herself.

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Then, with hesitation, she asked in anguish:
"Could you lend me this, just this alone?"
"Yes, of course."
She flung herself on her friend's breast, embraced her frenziedly, and went away with her treasure. The day of the party arrived. Madame Loisel was a success. She was the prettiest woman present, elegant, graceful, smiling, and quite above herself with happiness. All the men stared at her, inquired her name, and asked to be introced to her. All the Under-Secretaries of State were eager to waltz with her. The Minister noticed her.
She danced madly, ecstatically, drunk with pleasure, with no thought for anything, in the triumph of her beauty, in the pride of her success, in a cloud of happiness made up of this universal homage and admiration, of the desires she had aroused, of the completeness of a victory so dear to her feminine heart.
She left about four o'clock in the morning. Since midnight her husband had been dozing in a deserted little room, in company with three other men whose wives were having a good time. He threw over her shoulders the garments he had brought for them to go home in, modest everyday clothes, whose poverty clashed with the beauty of the ball-dress. She was conscious of this and was anxious to hurry away, so that she should not be noticed by the other women putting on their costly furs.
Loisel restrained her.
"Wait a little. You'll catch cold in the open. I'm going to fetch a cab."
But she did not listen to him and rapidly descended the staircase. When they were out in the street they could not find a cab; they began to look for one, shouting at the drivers whom they saw passing in the distance.
They walked down towards the Seine, desperate and shivering. At last they found on the quay one of those old nightprowling carriages which are only to be seen in Paris after dark, as though they were ashamed of their shabbiness in the daylight.
It brought them to their door in the Rue des Martyrs, and sadly they walked up to their own apartment. It was the end, for her. As for him, he was thinking that he must be at the office at ten.
She took off the garments in which she had wrapped her shoulders, so as to see herself in all her glory before the mirror. But suddenly she uttered a cry. The necklace was no longer round her neck!

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"What's the matter with you?" asked her husband, already half undressed.
She turned towards him in the utmost distress.
"I . . . I . . . I've no longer got Madame Forestier's necklace. . . ."
He started with astonishment.
"What! . . . Impossible!"
They searched in the folds of her dress, in the folds of the coat, in the pockets, everywhere. They could not find it.
"Are you sure that you still had it on when you came away from the ball?" he asked.
"Yes, I touched it in the hall at the Ministry."
"But if you had lost it in the street, we should have heard it fall."
"Yes. Probably we should. Did you take the number of the cab?"
"No. You didn't notice it, did you?"
"No."
They stared at one another, mbfounded. At last Loisel put on his clothes again.
"I'll go over all the ground we walked," he said, "and see if I can't find it."
And he went out. She remained in her evening clothes, lacking strength to get into bed, huddled on a chair, without volition or power of thought.
Her husband returned about seven. He had found nothing.
He went to the police station, to the newspapers, to offer a reward, to the cab companies, everywhere that a ray of hope impelled him.
She waited all day long, in the same state of bewilderment at this fearful catastrophe.
Loisel came home at night, his face lined and pale; he had discovered nothing.
"You must write to your friend," he said, "and tell her that you've broken the clasp of her necklace and are getting it mended. That will give us time to look about us."
She wrote at his dictation.

*

By the end of a week they had lost all hope.
Loisel, who had aged five years, declared:
"We must see about replacing the diamonds."
Next day they took the box which had held the necklace and went to the jewellers whose name was inside. He consulted his books.
"It was not I who sold this necklace, Madame; I must have merely supplied the clasp."
Then they went from jeweller to jeweller, searching for another necklace like the first, consulting their memories, both ill with remorse and anguish of mind.
In a shop at the Palais-Royal they found a string of diamonds which seemed to them exactly like the one they were looking for. It was worth forty thousand francs. They were allowed to have it for thirty-six thousand.

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They begged the jeweller not to sell it for three days. And they arranged matters on the understanding that it would be taken back for thirty-four thousand francs, if the first one were found before the end of February.
Loisel possessed eighteen thousand francs left to him by his father. He intended to borrow the rest.
He did borrow it, getting a thousand from one man, five hundred from another, five louis here, three louis there. He gave notes of hand, entered into ruinous agreements, did business with usurers and the whole tribe of money-lenders. He mortgaged the whole remaining years of his existence, risked his signature without even knowing if he could honour it, and, appalled at the agonising face of the future, at the black misery about to fall upon him, at the prospect of every possible physical privation and moral torture, he went to get the new necklace and put down upon the jeweller's counter thirty-six thousand francs.
When Madame Loisel took back the necklace to Madame Forestier, the latter said to her in a chilly voice:
"You ought to have brought it back sooner; I might have needed it."
She did not, as her friend had feared, open the case. If she had noticed the substitution, what would she have thought? What would she have said? Would she not have taken her for a thief?

*

Madame Loisel came to know the ghastly life of abject poverty. From the very first she played her part heroically. This fearful debt must be paid off. She would pay it. The servant was dismissed. They changed their flat; they took a garret under the roof.
She came to know the heavy work of the house, the hateful ties of the kitchen. She washed the plates, wearing out her pink nails on the coarse pottery and the bottoms of pans. She washed the dirty linen, the shirts and dish-cloths, and hung them out to dry on a string; every morning she took the stbin down into the street and carried up the water, stopping on each landing to get her breath. And, clad like a poor woman, she went to the fruiterer, to the grocer, to the butcher, a basket on her arm, haggling, insulted, fighting for every wretched halfpenny of her money.
Every month notes had to be paid off, others renewed, time gained.

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Her husband worked in the evenings at putting straight a merchant's accounts, and often at night he did ing at twopence-halfpenny a page.
And this life lasted ten years.
At the end of ten years everything was paid off, everything, the usurer's charges and the accumulation of superimposed interest.
Madame Loisel looked old now. She had become like all the other strong, hard, coarse women of poor households. Her hair was badly done, her skirts were awry, her hands were red. She spoke in a shrill voice, and the water slopped all over the floor when she scrubbed it. But sometimes, when her husband was at the office, she sat down by the window and thought of that evening long ago, of the ball at which she had been so beautiful and so much admired.
What would have happened if she had never lost those jewels. Who knows? Who knows? How strange life is, how fickle! How little is needed to ruin or to save!
One Sunday, as she had gone for a walk along the Champs-Elysees to freshen herself after the labours of the week, she caught sight suddenly of a woman who was taking a child out for a walk. It was Madame Forestier, still young, still beautiful, still attractive.
Madame Loisel was conscious of some emotion. Should she speak to her? Yes, certainly. And now that she had paid, she would tell her all. Why not?
She went up to her.
"Good morning, Jeanne."
The other did not recognise her, and was surprised at being thus familiarly addressed by a poor woman.
"But . . . Madame . . ." she stammered. "I don't know . . . you must be making a mistake."
"No . . . I am Mathilde Loisel."
Her friend uttered a cry.
"Oh! . . . my poor Mathilde, how you have changed! . . ."
"Yes, I've had some hard times since I saw you last; and many sorrows . . . and all on your account."
"On my account! . . . How was that?"
"You remember the diamond necklace you lent me for the ball at the Ministry?"
"Yes. Well?"
"Well, I lost it."
"How could you? Why, you brought it back."
"I brought you another one just like it. And for the last ten years we have been paying for it. You realise it wasn't easy for us; we had no money. . . . Well, it's paid for at last, and I'm glad indeed."

< 8 >

Madame Forestier had halted.
"You say you bought a diamond necklace to replace mine?"
"Yes. You hadn't noticed it? They were very much alike."
And she smiled in proud and innocent happiness.
Madame Forestier, deeply moved, took her two hands.
"Oh, my poor Mathilde! But mine was imitation. It was worth at the very most five hundred francs! . . . "

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内容简介：

莫泊桑的作品风格辛辣，善于捕捉发现平凡琐屑的生活中富有典型意义的片断，以小见大地反映现实，摹写人情世态；另外其小说构思布局别具匠心，人物语言和故事结局均有独到之处，让人回味无穷。本书精选了莫泊桑的19篇经典短篇小说，包括他的代表作品《羊脂球》《项链》和《我的叔叔于勒》等。

作者简介：

居伊德莫泊桑（1850~1893年），法国批判现实主义作家，与契诃夫、欧亨利并称为“世界三大短篇小说巨匠”。他是法国文学史上短篇小说创作数量最大、成就最高的作家。6部长篇小说、300多篇中短篇小说使他成为当之无愧的“短篇小说之王”。代表作有《一生》《漂亮朋友》《羊脂球》《项链》《我的叔叔于勒》等。

⑺ 莫泊桑的短篇＼中篇＼长篇小说各有哪些

短篇：《羊脂球》《项链》《我的叔叔于勒》
长篇：《俊友》

他以《羊脂球》（1880）入选《梅塘晚会》短篇小说集，一跃登上法国文坛，其创作盛期是80年代。10年间，他创作了6部长篇小说：《一生》（1883）、《俊友》（1885）、《温 泉》（1886）、《 皮埃尔和若望》（1887）、《像死一般坚强》（1889）、《我们的心》（1890）。这些作品揭露了第三共和国的黑暗内幕：内阁要员从金融巨头的利益出发，欺骗议会和民众，发动掠夺非洲殖民地摩洛哥的帝国主义战争；抨击了统治集团的腐朽、贪婪、尔虞我诈的荒淫无耻。莫泊桑还创作了350多部中短篇小说，在揭露上层统治者及其毒化下的社会风气的同时，对被侮辱被损害的小人物寄予深切同情。