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《蒙娜丽莎》风波

On Tuesday August 11th, 1911, a young artist, Louis Beraud, arrived at the Louvre（卢浮宫） in Paris to complete a painting of the Salon Carre（卡雷沙龙，卢浮宫的画廊名）. This was the room where the world 's most famous painting, the Mona Lisa by Leonardo da Vinci（列奥那多·达·芬奇）, was on display. To his surprise there was an empty space where the painting should have been. At 11 o'clock the museum authorities realized that the painting had been stolen. The next day headlines all over the world announced the theft.

这一天是1911年8月11日，星期二，一位年轻的艺术家路易斯·贝劳德来到了巴黎卢浮宫的卡雷沙龙画廊完成一幅油画，在这条画廊里陈列着世界上最著名的油画——列奥纳多·达·芬奇创作的《蒙娜丽莎》。令路易斯感到吃惊的是，本该挂着油画的地方却是空空荡荡的。中午11时博物馆馆方意识到这幅名画已经被盗了。第二天全球各大报刊的头条新闻都报道了《蒙娜丽莎》被盗的消息。

Actually the Leonardo had been gone for more than twenty-four hours before anyone noticed it was missing. The museum was always closed on Mondays for maintenance（维修）. Just before closing time on Sunday three men had entered the museum, where they had hidden themselves in a storeroom. The actual theft was quick and simple. Early the next morning Perrugia removed the painting from the wall while the others kept watch. Then they went out a back exit.

实际上，直到达·芬奇的这幅画被盗24小时后才有人发现此事。每逢星期一卢浮宫都要闭馆例行保养文物。就在星期天，有三个人进入了博物馆并藏在贮藏室里。他们的盗窃行动迅速而简单，第二天一大早，三个盗贼之一佩鲁吉亚从墙上取下《蒙娜丽莎》，其余两个为他望风，然后他们从后门溜走逃得无影无踪了。

Nothing was seen or heard of the painting for two years when Perrugia tried to sell it to a dealer for half a million lire（里拉）. Perrugia was arrested on December 13th. Perrugia claimed he had stolen it as an act of patriotism（爱国主义）, because, he said, the painting had been looted from the Italian nation by Napoleon（拿破仑）. Perrugia was imprisoned for seven months. It seemed that the crime of the century had been solved.

《蒙娜丽莎》在被盗后的两年间一直杳无音迅，直到有一天佩鲁吉亚想以50万里拉卖给一个文物贩子时，人们才重新见到它。佩鲁吉亚于1913年12月13日被捕，他宣称偷《蒙娜丽莎》之举完全是出于爱国心。他说，卢浮宫的这幅画是被拿破仑从意大利抢劫来的。佩鲁吉亚为此被判了7个月的监禁，看来这个世纪奇案好像是解决了。

But had it? Perrugia was keen to claim all responsibility for the theft, and it was twenty years before the whole story came out. In fact Perrugia had been working for two master criminals, Valfierno and Chaudron, who went unpunished for their crime. They would offer to steal a famous painting from a gallery for a crooked（不诚实的） dealer or an unscrupulous（肆无忌惮的） private collector. They would then make a of the picture and, with the help of bribed gallery attendants（服务员）, would then tape the to the back of the original（原始的） painting. The dealer would then be taken to the gallery and would be invited to make a secret mark on the back of the painting. Of course the dealer would actually be marking the . Valfierno would later proce forged（伪造） newspaper cuttings announcing the theft of the original, and then proce the , complete with secret marking. If the dealer were to see the painting still in the gallery, he would be persuaded that it was a , and that he possessed the genuine（真正的） one.

果真如此吗?佩鲁吉亚试图把这次盗窃案的全部责任都揽到自己身上。直到二十年后，整个事件的真相才大白于天下。事实上，佩鲁吉亚一直在为两个犯罪头目瓦尔菲尔诺和肖德龙工作。在这个案件中，另两个家伙一直逍遥法外。瓦尔菲尔诺和肖德龙经常从陈列馆偷窃名画提供给奸诈的商人或肆无忌惮的私人收藏家。他们先制作名画的赝品，然后向博物馆的工作人员行贿，以便在博物馆工作人员的协助下将伪造品粘在原作的背后，尔后他们再将文物贩子带到陈列室，并要他在要买的那幅画的背面做上秘密的记号。当然，事实上文物贩子只是在赝品的背面作记号。在此之后，瓦尔菲尔诺就伪造一些剪报宣称原作被盗，然后拿出带有秘密记号的赝品。如果买画的贩子看见画仍然在展出，偷盗者将说服他相信展出的画是赝品，而卖给他的才是真正的原作。

Chaudron then painted not one, but six copies of the Mona Lisa, using 400-year-old wood panels from antique Italian furniture. The forgeries（赝品） were carefully aged, so that the varnish（光泽） was cracked and dirty. Valfierno commissioned Perrugia to steal the original, and told him to hide it until Valfierno contacted him. Perrugia waited in vain in a tiny room in Paris with the painting, but heard nothing from his partners in crime. They had gone to New York, where the six copies were already in store. They had sent them there before the original was stolen. At that time it was quite common for artists to old masters, which would be sold quite honestly（合法的） as imitations（仿造品）, so there had been no problems with US Customs. Valfierno went on to sell all six copies for '300,OOO each. Valfierno told the story to a journalist in 1914, on condition that it would not be published until his death.

肖德龙不仅伪造了一幅，而是六幅《蒙娜丽莎》。他用400年前古意大利老家具做油画板，所有赝品均经过了细心的老化处理，以使油画表面产生裂缝显得不干净。瓦尔菲尔诺指派佩鲁吉亚盗走《蒙娜丽莎》的真品并叫他躲藏起来直到与他取得联系。佩鲁吉亚一直带者那幅画首在巴黎的一间小屋里，可是他却一直未见同伙们的踪迹。原来瓦尔菲尔诺和肖德龙早已跑到了纽约，那里储存着六幅《蒙娜丽莎》的赝品。他们在原作被盗前就已将赝品运到了美国。在那个时代，艺术家们复制已故大师的作品是司空见惯的事情，而且复制品还能够合法地在市场上进行交易，因此复制品可以毫不费力地通过美国海关。在美国瓦尔菲尔诺以每幅300，000美元的价格陆续将这六幅《蒙娜丽莎》赝品出售。1914年瓦尔菲尔诺将事件真相透露给了一位记者，条件是只有等到他死后才能将此事公之于众。

Does the story end there? Collectors have claimed that Perrugia returned a . It is also possible that Leonardo may have painted several versions of the Mona Lisa, or they might be copies made by Leonardo's pupils. There has been a lot of controversy and argument about a 450-year-old painting, but after all, maybe that's what she's smiling about.

事情就此了解了吗?收藏专家们宣称佩鲁吉亚还回的《蒙娜丽莎》或许是赝品。或许当初达·芬奇创作了几个不同版本的《蒙娜丽莎》；或许这些《蒙娜丽莎》皆为达·芬奇的学生们制作的复制品。因此迄今为止人们对于这幅有着450年左右历史的名画，仍有着诸多的争议。也许，这就是蒙娜丽莎微笑的原因吧！

❷ 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”。

❸ 高中英语短篇小说求推荐

要是想读名著的话，牛津书虫系列比较适合英语学习，是名著的简化版本，容易理解，也能广泛涉猎。都是双语的。
以下是书目，可以挑些合适的来读：
第四级：1500生词量，适合初三学生
上册5本：
1、《巴斯克维尔猎犬》
2、《不平静的坟墓》
3、《三怪客泛舟记》
4、《三十九级台阶》
5、《小妇人》
下册6本：
1、《黑骏马》
2、《织工马南》
3、《双城记》
4、《格列佛游记》
5、《金银岛》
6、《化身博士》

第五级：2000生词量，适合高一学生，共4本。
1、《远大前程》
2、《大卫•科波菲尔》
3、《呼啸山庄》
4、《远离尘嚣》

第六级：2300生词量，适合高二、高三学生，共4本
1、《简•爱》
2、《雾都孤儿》
3、《傲慢与偏见》
4、《苔丝》

如果读原著小说，莫泊桑 欧亨利 契科夫 的都挺好，但是有生僻词。

❹ 求英文短篇小说,谢谢各位.

Black Horse 黑骏马

Jed got to the top of the mountain and sat down to rest. The July sun had made him hot.
杰德到了山顶，就坐下来休息。7月底太阳使他热汗淋淋。

It had been a long walk to the top and he was tired. He knew the horse he was trying to capture could not be too far away. He looked at the mountain and the valleys below, searching footmarks left by the horse.
他走了很长一段路才到山顶的，所以感到浑身乏力。他知道他想方设法要逮住的那匹马离此不会太远。他察看折山上及下面的山谷，寻找着那匹马留下的蹄印。

Then he saw the marks going down the other side of the mountain. He must capture the horse. He knew better men than he had tried. Tom Raglan, the best rancher in the state, had tried with the help of his cowboys.
这时，他看到在山的另一侧，顺坡而下有一行马蹄印。他一定要逮住这匹马。他知道曾有比他更有能耐的人尝试过。州内最好的牧场主汤姆·拉格伦就曾经在他那帮牛仔的帮助下做过尝试.

But they had not been able to capture it. It had gotten away from others, too. They all said it was too wild. It could not be captured.
但他们并没有能逮住它,其他试图去逮它的人也都失败了，都让它逃脱了。他们都说他太野，是不可能被逮住的。

After a slow, painful walk down the mountain, Jed came to a cool-looking river. He drank the clear water.顺着山路向下，慢慢地、艰难地走了一段之后，杰德到达一条水看上去十分清澈的河边，喝了几口河水。

Further down the valley he saw the black horse. It stood under a tree out of the sun. Jed moved closer, then hid behind a tree to watch. It was the biggest and blackest and blackest he had ever seen.
接着又沿山谷向前走了一段，这是他看到了那匹黑马，他站在一棵树下遮太阳。杰德又走进了些，然后躲在一棵树后观察。这是他有生以来见过的最大、最黑的马。

Jed knew all about horse. He had grown into a man caring for them. He had never earned more than '10 but he had dreams: If he could get a male and female house and 10 hectares of land, he could sell horses. That would be all the happiness Jed wanted.
杰德对马了如指掌。他是一个从小与马厮混、在马背上长大的人。尽管他挣的钱从来没有超过10美元，但他有自己的梦想：如果他能够得到一匹公马、一匹母马和10公顷土地，他就可以养马并以卖马为生了。那就是杰德想要得到的全部幸福了。

Night came. The big black house moved from under the tree and began to eat grass near the river. Jed watched again. A few hours later, he found a soft place in the ground. He placed his head against an old fallen tree and slept.
夜幕降临。那匹大黑马从树下走了出来，走到河边开始吃草。杰德继续观察着。几小时后，他在地上找了一块柔软的地方，将头靠在一棵倒着的老树上睡着了。

The next day he woke with the sun. His eyes searched for the horse, and there it was, grazing. Jed saw how it ate, then lifted its head and looked all around. It was the mark of the wild, always looking for hidden danger.
第二天日出时他醒了过来，马上就用目光寻找那匹马，还好，它就站在那里，正吃着草呢。杰德看着它吃草，随后又见它抬起头，朝四周看看。这就是野马的特征：它们总是十分小心，不时地看看四周是否有什么暗藏的危险。

Jed started to walk toward the horse. The horse stopped eating and looking at Jed. Jed's heart began to beat heavily. Men had said the horse was a killer. Still, he walked closer.
杰德开始慢慢向它走近。它停止吃草，看着杰德。杰德的心开始“咚咚”直跳。人们都说这马是一个杀手，但他还是继续向它靠近。

Fifteen meters away from the horse Jed stopped. The horse had lifted its front feet high in the air, then placed them heavily back on the ground. Jed moved closer. He talked to the horse in a soft voice.
在离它15米远的地方，杰德停了下来。只见它高高的抬起前蹄，然后又重重的落回原地。杰德又走近了些。他开始柔声跟它说话。

Then, with a loud scream, the horse turned and ran down the valley. Jed sank to the ground wet with excitement. He had done what no man had done.
接着，随着一声响亮的嘶鸣，这匹马转身顺着山谷跑了下去。杰德却因兴奋而浑身大汗淋漓，倒在地上。他已经做了别人没有做到的事儿.

He had almost touched the wild horse. The animal was not a killer. If it had been, Jed would be dead now.
他几乎快要挨到这匹野马了。它并不是一个杀手，如果它是的话，杰德现在已经没命了。

For six days he followed the horse. He rested when the horse rested. Jed did not like the land they were in now. The sides of the valley were high and filled with big rocks. Few trees were around. And the bottom of the valley was soft and wet.
他一连跟踪了这匹马6天。只有马歇的时候，他才歇。杰德不喜欢他现在所呆的地方。这山谷的两侧都很高，到处是大岩石，周围没有多少树，而且谷底又软又湿。

Jed watched the horse a while, and then lay down to sleep.
杰德又看了一会儿马，随后躺下来睡觉。

In the middle of the night, he was awakened by thunder and rain. He walked up the rocks until he found a dry hole, safe from the rain, and he slept again.
半夜十分，他被雷雨声惊醒。他立刻沿着岩石向上走，直到找了一个可以蔽雨的干燥的山洞，他再接着睡。

The next day was cold and wet. Heavy rains had softened the bottom of the valley. He followed the house most of the day. The wet valley was the only place it could walk now.
第二天又冷又湿。大雨已经泡软了谷底的土壤。这一天他大部分时间都在跟着马走。湿湿的山谷是现在它唯一可以行走的地方了。

The sides of the valley had gotten higher. Toward evening he saw it again. But this time there was fear in its face. He stopped and watched. The horse's nose was smelling the air. It smelled danger. It smelled danger.
越走，山谷两侧就显得越高。临近黄昏时分，他才又见到了它，但这次它的脸上出现了一种恐惧的神情。他停下来仔细观察，只见马鼻子在嗅着空气，他闻到了危险的气息。

Jed thought of wild animals, a wildcat(链接至同目录下wildcat）or bear maybe. He pulled his knife from his pants. He looked among the rocks but saw nothing.
杰德想到是不是有什么野兽，一只豹猫，也可能是一只熊。他从裤子里抽出刀，在岩石间四处看看，但什么也没有看见。

He began walking toward the horse. The wildcat could have been on either side of the valley. He walked slowly, trying to watch both sides at the same time.
他便向马走过去。豹猫可能在山谷的某一侧。他走得很慢，尽力同时看着两侧。

Slowly he came to the horse's side. Jed kept watching the rocks. If the cat was going to attack, it would do it now. He felt the excitement of danger.
慢慢地，他来到了马身边。杰德一直盯着那些岩石。豹猫如果要袭击，它现在就会跳出来的。他感到既危险又兴奋。

Suddenly the silence was broken. The black horse screamed loudly, a cry of fear. It began running down the wet valley.
突然，寂静被打破了。黑骏马大声嘶叫起来，那是一种充满恐惧的叫喊。随后，它顺着湿漉漉的山谷奔跑起来。

At the same time there was a heavy, deep noise from the rocks. Then it happened. Tons of wet earth and big rocks began moving down the sides of the mountain. The land itself was the enemy.
与此同时，岩石中传出了一种沉重的、深沉的响声。紧接着，事情就发生了。成吨成吨的湿土和大岩石开始从山坡两侧滚落下来。原来山地本身就是马的敌人。

When the air became clear, Jed looked for the horse. In front of him were tons of the fallen earth. He could not see down the valley and could not see the horse.

当空气恢复清新的时候，杰德立刻开始找马。在他面前是滚落下来的成吨的泥土，他无法看到山谷的前方，也看不到马。

He slowly climbed over the fallen rocks. On the other side was the horse, more frightened than ever. Its legs were stuck in the soft earth and it could not move. The more it struggled, the deeper it sank in the mud.

他慢慢地爬过那些落下来的岩石。马在这个石土堆的另一边，看上去比先前更加恐惧。它的腿陷入了软土里，动弹不得。 而它越挣扎，就在泥中陷的越深。

Jed walked toward the animal. Each step he took, the soft mud tried to suck him down, too. He walked on the grassy places harder than the mud.

杰德向它走过去。他每走一步都感到软泥也在将他向下吸，而且在长草的地方走比在泥里走还要艰难。

When he got to the horse, it was in the mud up to his stomach. Now it could move only its head. Jed felt wildly happy when he touched the horse. “Don't struggle and do not worry, Horse! I'll get you out!”

当他赶到马身边的时候，泥已经验到了马肚上，现在它只剩下头部还能动弹。摸到马，杰德感到欣喜若狂。“别挣扎，别担心，马儿！我会把你弄出来的！”

Suddenly he felt the horses teeth on his arm. He bit his lip to stop it from crying aloud. His free hand gently calmed the horse and slowly it let go. It pressed its nose against Jed's face. At last they were friends.

突然，他赶到马的牙齿咬住了他的手臂。他咬住嘴唇，以防自己疼得叫出声来。他用那只没被咬着的手轻抚马身，使它平静下来，慢慢地让它松开了嘴。随后，马将鼻子贴在了杰德的脸上。最后，他们成了朋友。

Now Jed could go to work. He studied the problem carefully. He had no way to lift the big horse from the mud. Certainly his rope was not strong enough.

现在杰德可以开始忙活了。他仔细研究了这个问题。他没有办法将这么大的一匹马从泥里拽出来，它的绳子显然不够结实。

He began to pull the mud away with his hands. But more mud fell into the hole he g. He ran to the rocks that had fallen down the mountain. He took off his shirt and filled it with rocks. He g again.

他开始用手将泥刨开，但这样以后，更多的泥又落进了他刚挖开的窟窿里。他就跑到那些山上落下的岩石边，脱下衬衣将岩石裹住，又挖了起来。

Only this time, he placed rocks in the holes he g. The rocks stayed still and slowly a wall began to form. He did this through the day and when night came, his hands were bloody, torn by the sharp rocks.

这一次，他将岩石放进他挖开的窟窿里，岩石稳稳地呆在里面，慢慢地形成了一面挡土石壁。他整整挖了一天。夜幕降临时，他的两手已经被尖锐的岩石划得血淋淋的。

He knew night would be a bad time for the horse. He did not want it to become frightened and struggle against the wall of rock he was building in the mud.

他知道，夜晚对马来说是很难熬的。他不想让马害怕，以至于挣扎起来踢坏他在泥里建好的石壁。

He cut some small trees, laid them on the ground next to the horse and all through the night, he spoke soft, kind words to it to calm its fears.

他砍了一些小树，将它们放在马旁边的地上。另外，整整一夜，他都跟马说一些温柔友善的话来解除它的恐惧。

The next morning, he brought grass for it to eat and began his work again. It was slow, hard work. When night came, he lay next to the horse again. He did not want it to struggle yet. The time had not come for the test.

第二天早上，他抱来些草让它吃，然后又开始忙活起来。这是一项好时而又艰苦的工作。夜幕降临时，他又在马旁边躺了下来。现在他还不想让马从泥中挣脱出来，考验的时机还没有到。

By the middle of the next day, he had enough rocks in the mud on one side of the horse. Now he began to dig near the houses front legs. His rocks began to make the mud harder. The horse was able to move a little.

到第三天中午的时候，他在马一边的泥里放进了足够的岩石。现在他开始挖马前腿附近的土了。他放的岩石使泥地坚硬了起来，马开始能动一点儿了。

And when the pressure became less, it raised one of its front legs on to the rocks. It pushed against the rocks on its side and lifted its body a little out of the mud.

而感到压力变小了的时候，马便将它的一条前腿拔了出来，翘到了岩石的上面，然后朝身边的岩石猛蹬，使它的身体从泥里稍微抬起了点儿。

Jed got his rope and tied it around the horses neck. He began to pull on the rope.

杰德拿出绳子，将它系到马的脖子上，开始拉绳。

The horse felt the pull and struggled with all its power against the mud. It raised its other front leg on the rocks and with a mighty push with its back legs and with Jed pulling on its neck, it moved forward toward hard land.

马感到了拉力，就用尽全力在泥里向外挣扎。他将另一条前腿也拔出来，搭在了岩石上，靠着后腿的巨大蹬力和杰德对它脖子施加的拉力，他向前面的硬地移动着。

Jed fell on the earth, happy but tired. He had not eaten for three days. He had slept little. Half sleep, he felt the horses nose push against his face. He jumped to his feet and when he brought grass for the horse it made friendly noises and playfully pushed him.

杰德倒在地上，高兴而又疲惫。他已经三天没吃东西了，睡的觉也不多。正有点迷迷糊糊的，他感到马的鼻子拱到了他的脸上，他赶快一跃而起。当他为马抱来草料时，马发出了友好的叫声，顽皮地拱拱他，和他戏耍。

A week later, a big black horse rode on the land owned by Tom Raglan. It stopped near the ranch house. A little man got off the horses back. Tom Raglan looked at the horse with eyes that did not believe. Finally he said: "You got him."

一周之后，有人骑了一匹大黑马来到牧场主汤姆·拉格伦的领地上。他在牧场房边停下来，一名小个子男人从马背上跳了下来。汤姆·拉格伦用吃惊的眼光看着这匹马，眼前的情景简直令他难以置信。最后，他说：“你得到了他。”

"I got him, Tom, and I brought him back as I said I would."

“我的得到了他，汤姆，而且正像我说过的那样，我把他骑回来了。”

Raglan looked at the horse. Above all, he was a horseman and there was no need for Jed to tell him how he captured it. Jed's tired face, his torn hands, dirty clothes and thin body told the story.

拉格伦看着马。他毕竟是一个马主，没有必要让杰德告诉他是怎么逮住马的。杰德疲惫的脸、划烂的手、肮脏的衣服和瘦弱的身体就已说明了一切。

“Jed,” Raglan said. “that horse will kill anyone except you. I do not want it. But I have not forgotten my promise."

“杰德，”拉格伦说，“那匹马会弄死除你之外的任何人，我不想要它。但我没忘记自己的诺言。

"I will give you some land and the old house in back of the ranch if you will keep the horse there. I pay you '30 a month, if you will let me send my female horses to the black horse."

如果你让这匹马一直呆在这儿，我就把一些土地和牧场后边的那坐老房子送给你。如果你让我把我的母马送到你的黑骏马那里去交配的话，我会每个月付给你三十美元。

"I want the black horse's blood in my horses. And you can keep every seventh horse for yourself.”

我想要我的马的身体力都有黑骏马的血统。而且，你可以留下交配后产下的小马中的七分之一。”

Jed put his arm around the black horse. The black horse was his. His dream had come true. It was too much all at once.

杰德伸出手臂，抱住大黑马。黑骏马成他的了。他的梦想已经变为现实了。突然之间，他得到的真是太多了。

❺ 适合初学者看的英文小说

一、Charlie and the Chocolate Factory《查理和他的克工厂》

一本有趣好看而充满想象力的童话小说，讲述了穷孩子查理幸运拿到可以进入巧克力工厂参观的金券后，一系列的奇遇。 在书中可以看到，小查理和他的家里人过的生活虽然贫穷，可他们深深地懂得爱，这维持了他们除生活外的一切满足感，看完如果意犹未尽，还可以看看同名电影。

二、The wonderful wizard of Oz《绿野仙踪》

故事讲述了小萝莉多萝西被大风吹到一个奇异国度(奥兹国)的奇遇记。这个可爱的小故事里有一个善良的小萝莉，一个稻草人，一个铁皮机器人与一个狮子。短小精悍，没什么难度，易读易懂，却又引人入胜。

三、Flipped《怦然心动》

这本便是同名电影的原著小说，它讲述了一个单纯美好的故事，里面有美好的田园风光和校园生活，还有属于布莱斯和朱莉的故事。小说要比电影有意思很多，相信你看的时候一定会笑出声来。叙述以男孩和女孩视角的章节交错进行，画面感很强。

四、Hyperbole and a Half- Allie Brosh我幼稚的时候好有范

比尔盖茨2015年的推荐书单里就有这本奇特的小书，他说道：你会希望小说更长，因为这些故事很有趣，很睿智。它故事短小，画风奇特，非常适合于碎片时间阅读。

五、The little word of Liz Climo你今天真好看

这本画风萌系、温暖的治愈系，收录了莉兹克里莫150多张逗趣漫画和小说情节。画中的故事简单却动人，围绕着各种萌萌的小动物展开，有兔子，蜥蜴，棕熊，企鹅等。简短有趣的句子配上可爱清新的漫画，很快就可以看完。

❻ 求推荐几篇未被翻译过的英语短篇小说6000到8000内的。

《欣然同意》（Agreeable）是美国作家乔纳森·弗兰岑的一篇短篇小说。乔纳森·弗兰岑是近两年在美国文坛受人瞩目的一个作家，早在1988年他就获得“怀丁作家奖”，在2010年他的写作到达一种顶峰状态，登上《时代》周刊的封面，被誉为“伟大的美国作家”。在翻译《欣然同意》的过程中，译者最大的感受是小说翻译作为文学翻译的一种，有其独特的特点，同时译者在英译汉这个跨文化交流的活动中面对文学翻译的语言、艺术审美及其具有的社会文化功能方面的基本问题，在翻译过程中不仅要做到译意，还要译“情”、译“味”、译“韵”。①将美学理念与审美思维有机结合起来，并将之运用到文学翻译实践当中去，从而最大限度地使译入语文本接近源语文本，极力提高两者的相似性，是文学翻译者所应追求的目标之一。笔者将从短篇小说翻策略的角度入手，阐述英文小说翻译的一些技巧。

❼ 求一篇短篇小说（英文的，字数500-1000词）

Many artists lived in the Greenwich Village area of New York. Two young women named Sue and Johnsy shared a studio apartment at the top of a three-story building. Johnsy's real name was Joanna. In November, a cold, unseen stranger came to visit the city. This disease, pneumonia, killed many people. Johnsy lay on her bed, hardly moving. She looked through the small window. She could see the side of the brick house next to her building. One morning, a doctor examined Johnsy and took her temperature. Then he spoke with Sue in another room. "She has one chance in -- let us say ten," he said. "And that chance is for her to want to live. Your friend has made up her mind that she is not going to get well. Has she anything on her mind?" "She -- she wanted to paint the Bay of Naples in Italy some day," said Sue. "Paint?" said the doctor. "Bosh! Has she anything on her mind worth thinking twice -- a man for example?" "A man?" said Sue. "Is a man worth -- but, no, doctor; there is nothing of the kind." "I will do all that science can do," said the doctor. "But whenever my patient begins to count the carriages at her funeral, I take away fifty percent from the curative power of medicines." After the doctor had gone, Sue went into the workroom and cried. Then she went to Johnsy's room with her drawing board, whistling ragtime. Johnsy lay with her face toward the window. Sue stopped whistling, thinking she was asleep. She began making a pen and ink drawing for a story in a magazine. Young artists must work their way to "Art" by making pictures for magazine stories. Sue heard a low sound, several times repeated. She went quickly to the bedside. Johnsy's eyes were open wide. She was looking out the window and counting -- counting backward. "Twelve," she said, and a little later "eleven"; and then "ten" and "nine;" and then "eight" and "seven," almost together. Sue looked out the window. What was there to count? There was only an empty yard and the blank side of the house seven meters away. An old ivy vine, going bad at the roots, climbed half way up the wall. The cold breath of autumn had stricken leaves from the plant until its branches, almost bare, hung on the bricks. "What is it, dear?" asked Sue. "Six," said Johnsy, quietly. "They're falling faster now. Three days ago there were almost a hundred. It made my head hurt to count them. But now it's easy. There goes another one. There are only five left now." "Five what, dear?" asked Sue. "Leaves. On the plant. When the last one falls I must go, too. I've known that for three days. Didn't the doctor tell you?" "Oh, I never heard of such a thing," said Sue. "What have old ivy leaves to do with your getting well? And you used to love that vine. Don't be silly. Why, the doctor told me this morning that your chances for getting well real soon were -- let's see exactly what he said ¨C he said the chances were ten to one! Try to eat some soup now. And, let me go back to my drawing, so I can sell it to the magazine and buy food and wine for us." "You needn't get any more wine," said Johnsy, keeping her eyes fixed out the window. "There goes another one. No, I don't want any soup. That leaves just four. I want to see the last one fall before it gets dark. Then I'll go, too." "Johnsy, dear," said Sue, "will you promise me to keep your eyes closed, and not look out the window until I am done working? I must hand those drawings in by tomorrow." "Tell me as soon as you have finished," said Johnsy, closing her eyes and lying white and still as a fallen statue. "I want to see the last one fall. I'm tired of waiting. I'm tired of thinking. I want to turn loose my hold on everything, and go sailing down, down, just like one of those poor, tired leaves." "Try to sleep," said Sue. "I must call Mister Behrman up to be my model for my drawing of an old miner. Don't try to move until I come back." Old Behrman was a painter who lived on the ground floor of the apartment building. Behrman was a failure in art. For years, he had always been planning to paint a work of art, but had never yet begun it. He earned a little money by serving as a model to artists who could not pay for a professional model. He was a fierce, little, old man who protected the two young women in the studio apartment above him. Sue found Behrman in his room. In one area was a blank canvas that had been waiting twenty-five years for the first line of paint. Sue told him about Johnsy and how she feared that her friend would float away like a leaf. Old Behrman was angered at such an idea. "Are there people in the world with the foolishness to die because leaves drop off a vine? Why do you let that silly business come in her brain?" "She is very sick and weak," said Sue, "and the disease has left her mind full of strange ideas." "This is not any place in which one so good as Miss Johnsy shall lie sick," yelled Behrman. "Some day I will paint a masterpiece, and we shall all go away." Johnsy was sleeping when they went upstairs. Sue pulled the shade down to cover the window. She and Behrman went into the other room. They looked out a window fearfully at the ivy vine. Then they looked at each other without speaking. A cold rain was falling, mixed with snow. Behrman sat and posed as the miner. The next morning, Sue awoke after an hour's sleep. She found Johnsy with wide-open eyes staring at the covered window. "Pull up the shade; I want to see," she ordered, quietly. Sue obeyed. After the beating rain and fierce wind that blew through the night, there yet stood against the wall one ivy leaf. It was the last one on the vine. It was still dark green at the center. But its edges were colored with the yellow. It hung bravely from the branch about seven meters above the ground. "It is the last one," said Johnsy. "I thought it would surely fall ring the night. I heard the wind. It will fall today and I shall die at the same time." "Dear, dear!" said Sue, leaning her worn face down toward the bed. "Think of me, if you won't think of yourself. What would I do?" But Johnsy did not answer. The next morning, when it was light, Johnsy demanded that the window shade be raised. The ivy leaf was still there. Johnsy lay for a long time, looking at it. And then she called to Sue, who was preparing chicken soup. "I've been a bad girl," said Johnsy. "Something has made that last leaf stay there to show me how bad I was. It is wrong to want to die. You may bring me a little soup now." An hour later she said: "Someday I hope to paint the Bay of Naples." Later in the day, the doctor came, and Sue talked to him in the hallway. "Even chances," said the doctor. "With good care, you'll win. And now I must see another case I have in your building. Behrman, his name is -- some kind of an artist, I believe. Pneumonia, too. He is an old, weak man and his case is severe. There is no hope for him; but he goes to the hospital today to ease his pain." The next day, the doctor said to Sue: "She's out of danger. You won. Nutrition and care now -- that's all." Later that day, Sue came to the bed where Johnsy lay, and put one arm around her. "I have something to tell you, white mouse," she said. "Mister Behrman died of pneumonia today in the hospital. He was sick only two days. They found him the morning of the first day in his room downstairs helpless with pain. His shoes and clothing were completely wet and icy cold. They could not imagine where he had been on such a terrible night. And then they found a lantern, still lighted. And they found a ladder that had been moved from its place. And art supplies and a painting board with green and yellow colors mixed on it. And look out the window, dear, at the last ivy leaf on the wall. Didn't you wonder why it never moved when the wind blew? Ah, darling, it is Behrman's masterpiece ¨C he painted it there the night that the last leaf fell."

❽ 最新英文小说哪里找

《美国呜禽》（Birds of America），作者罗莉摩尔（Lorrie More）。曾出版过两本短篇小说集的罗莉摩尔，在她这第三本小说集子里，以洗链幽默的文笔，描述了一则则与死亡、苦闷有关的故事。这样大胆的反讽正可见作着者文字的高度掌握能力及对人性的深度观察。贝克特（Beckett）的名言「人生最滑稽的事莫若愁苦」在这位年轻女作家笔下又再度展现新意。

《拔入云霄》（Cloud splitter），作者罗索班克斯（Russell Banks）。这部以南北战争为背景的小说，企图探讨历史为何物--究竟是记载了事实经过，还是人们所期待和相信的经过？主人翁面对战争英雄的父亲形象层层追索，抽丝剥茧后，竟是一层又一层的谜题。

《生命》（Life）--地球第一个四十亿年的生命发展史，作者理查福提（Richard Fortey）从本书的附题，大致可以了解全书的架构及内涵，难得的是这位英国古生物学者以生动清晰的文笔将今日生物学的最新科技研究成果转化为曲折离奇的冒险故事，即使对科学一无所知的读者也想一窥物种进化奥秘的乐趣。

《良家妇女的爱情》（The Love of A Good Woman），作者爱莉丝梦露（Alice Munro）加拿大籍的女作家梦露，多年来以其精湛且丰富的文字，致力短篇小说推向更深广的表达形式，并为英语文学界普遍推崇肯定。虽专写女性，却不落入女权／男权的二分窠穴。在这本最新的短篇集中，她的角色皆取自六○年代，其隐含主题在疑问，以今日角度重视当年，所生的诸多不足甚至不公之憾。藉爱情小说道出世道沧桑，人心不古，绵密中更见批判力道。

《毒木圣经》（The Poisonwood Bible）作者芭芭拉金丝洛芙（Barbara Kingslover）「一名白种美国传教士在一九五九年进入刚果」，故事本身即深富政治讯息的这本长篇小说，在角色塑造上的成功是使本书不致流於浮面的最大优点。以传教士之妻女的观点叙述这段黑暗历史，美国奴隶制度之残苛亦呈现前所未有的震撼。自出版以来，本书已蝉联排行榜数周。

《深渊》（Preston Falls）作者大卫盖兹（David Gates）继承美国文学《浮华世界》、《大亨小传》道德故事传统，盖兹九○年版的美国梦，充满伏流险恶，旦夕祸福之警世意味。读者在掩卷时几度不忍再回顾故事主人翁所经历的这场悲剧，美国文化对成功的定义，也在作者冷静的笔下赤裸裸呈现其缪思及伪善。

《泰坦巨人》（Titan）--洛克菲勒传，作者朗查诺（Ron Chernow）本书不同於以往洛克菲勒相关的记载，重点着重於洛克菲勒的早年，对其人特殊经济观和市场学的生成源起有深度分析。作者主要立论在洛克菲勒以托拉斯垅断的企业方式抵制美国马克斯派倾向的经济形态。不以石油巨人家族纷争或个人隐私作文章，却能藉主人翁的帝国观照美国经济是为本书之精华。

《停战》（To End A War），作者理查霍布洛克（Richard Holbrooke）以1995年美国介入波士尼亚内战，最终成功达成停战协议这段经过为经，以现代国际外交的体质为纬，交织构成这部少见的外交政治历史熔於一炉的报导文学。作者霍布洛克本人为这项和谈任务的核心外交官，他的第一手报导不偏不倚甚为难得。

《马谛斯的另一面》（The Unknown Matisse），作者希拉蕊史柏琳（Hilary Spurling）本书为作者史柏琳的马谛斯生平首卷，记载了从一八六九年到一九○八年马谛斯没没无闻的挣扎时期。马蒂斯在步入中年之际仍不得认可，交战心中的种种艺论及人生观读来如同真人告白。而二十世纪初初揭幕，现代主义方兴未艾的空气在世纪末之今日读来尤其具启示意义。在史柏琳的经营下，画家的世界不光只是私密的活动，更是公开的社会运动。

《雨果传》（Victor Hugo），作者格瑞翰罗伯（Graham Robb）。十九世纪人道大师雨果的作品众人耳熟能详，但是鲜为人知的是雨果在法国政坛起落出入的历史，以及他长达二十年的叁议员生涯领导法国人民反抗拿破仑三世的事迹。这位在世广受当时民众爱戴，死时二百万群众送殡游行的文学巨擘，在作者笔下再放光与热，本书被誉为英文着作中最隹的雨果传记。

《向您告知明天我们全家将遭不测》(We Wish to Inform You that Tomorrow We Will Be Killed with Our Family)，作者菲立普古勒维治（Philip Gourevitch）。八十万人民在一百天内纷遭处决，卢安达的屠杀惨剧直逼纳粹暴行。作者为「纽约客」杂志记者，他亲访幸存者，写下他们目睹之种种，令读者心惊之馀更要质问究竟谁该对这种非人道行径负责？种族歧视一日不消，人类就要在这种精神创伤中多活一日。

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