世界短篇小说名字

A. 世界上好看的短篇小说推荐

1、《外国中短篇小说藏本:陀思妥耶夫斯基》
《外国中短篇小说藏本:陀思妥耶夫斯基》收录了俄国著名作家费陀思妥耶夫斯基的中短篇小说《圣诞树和婚礼》、《小英雄》、《温顺的女性》和《别人的妻子和床底下的丈夫》等9篇，基本包括了作家中短篇小说创作的精华，较有代表性地体现了作家作为心理描写大师和反理性主义哲学家的特点。尽管作家善于描写人心理的极端状况，忧虑理性主义泛滥的极端后果，但作家还是对社会抱有真诚而美好的希望，期望知识分子和人民互敬互爱、互相学习，消除那些不利于社会发展的精神因素，让俄罗斯民族泰然屹立于世界民族之林!
2、《变形记》
《变形记》囊括了卡夫卡所有的中短篇小说，其中《变形记》、《在流放地》、《在法的大门前》、《乡村教师》等都是脍炙人口的名篇。它们均采用象征、隐喻、夸张等手法，情节生动，故事怪诞离奇，无确定的时间和地点，无前因后果，给人以梦幻、神秘、奇特的感受。作品的主人公几乎都处于一种身不由己的境地，他们在离奇古怪的世界中部有自己的目标，但往往又以失败而告终。是目前我国最全的“卡夫卡中短篇小说集”!
3、《一个陌生女人的来信》
高尔基曾由衷地赞赏这篇小说“真是一篇惊人的杰作”!《一个陌生女人的来信》其发表伊始就引起了广泛的关注。同名电影、话剧更是盛演不衰，文学批评层出不穷!
作为以描摹人物情感著称的文学巨匠，茨威格对人物内心世界的刻画极为深刻细致，他善于从心理角度再现人物的性格和生活遭遇，尤其擅长刻画女性心理，塑造女性形象。本书精选了茨威格的7篇小说，如《一个陌生女人的来信》《看不见的珍藏》《一个不能忘记的人》等，皆是其脍炙人口的经典作品!
4、《莫泊桑中短篇小说集》
“世界短篇小说之王”的巅峰之作，了解法国历史和社会的窗口。莫言、余华、海明威、米兰·昆德拉、村上春树盛赞!莫泊桑编著闷启颂的《莫泊桑中短篇小说集》是世界文学名著之一，收入了法国著名作家莫泊桑的代表作品多篇，其中包括《项链》、《羊脂球》、《我的叔叔于勒》等经典名篇。这些小说已被翻译成各种文字，影响了一代又一代世界各地的读者，有的还被改编成戏剧、电影、电视剧和卡通片等。
5、《爱伦·坡暗黑故事全集》
《爱伦·坡暗黑故事全集》由爱伦·坡所著，本书收录19世纪美国著名作家爱伦·坡的小说五十余篇，完整呈现了爱伦·坡笔下神秘暗黑世界，会让喜爱推理小说的读者爱不释手。爱伦·坡是美国文学史上一个无法忽略的名字，他是天才诗人、小说家和文学评论家，美国文学史上一个无法忽略的名字，公认的侦探推理小说鼻祖!
作者埃德加·爱伦·坡，十九世纪美国诗人、小说家和文学评论家，美国浪漫主义思潮时期的重要成员。在世时长期担任报刊编辑工作。其作品形式精致、语言优美、内容多样，在任何时代都是“独一无二”的风格。他以神秘故事和恐怖小说闻名于世，他是美国短篇故事的最早先驱者之一，又被尊为推理小说的开山鼻祖，进而也被誉为后世科幻小说的始祖。他是第一个尝试完全依赖写作谋生的知名美国作家，从而导致贫困潦倒。
世界经典的短篇小说
1、《马克·吐温短篇小说集》
欧美文学界的幽默泰斗，被福克纳称为“美国文学之父”，被豪威尔斯誉为“美国文学的林肯”，被奥巴马称为美国最伟大的讽刺小说家!威廉·福克纳称他为“第一位真正的美国作家，我们都是继承他而来”!
《马克·吐温短篇小说集》作者是美国批判现实主义文学的奠基人，他的主要作品已大多有中文译本。他经历了美国从初期资本主义到帝国主义的发展过程，其思想和创作也表现为从轻快调笑到辛辣讽刺再到悲观厌世的发展阶段，前期以辛辣的讽刺见长，到了后期语言更为暴露激烈。被誉为“美国文学史上的林肯”!
2、《契诃夫短篇小说集》
只需一个词，就能创造一个形象，只需一句话，就可以创造一个短篇故事，而且是绝妙的短篇故事，笔下有如此功力的作家唯有契诃夫!契诃夫善用喜剧性的笔法表达善意的嘲讽，托尔斯泰喻之为“印象派画家”!通过这部《契诃夫短篇小说集》中的《套中人》《小官员之死》《胖子和瘦子》《苦恼》《万卡》《草原》等作品，不仅能看到凡俗生活隐藏下的悲剧，也能看到含泪的微笑之后的亮光;不仅能看到极具质感的小情节和情节之下的生活真相，也能看到隐藏于真相之下的雄阔的历史轨迹和现实走向。
3、《欧亨利短篇小说选集》
他是美国最著名的短篇小说家之一!他被誉为“世界短篇小说之王”“曼哈顿桂冠作家”!他描写的美国社会和纽约百姓的生活，堪称“美国生活的幽默网络全书”!他就是欧亨利!
作者欧·亨利，20世纪初美国著名短篇小说家，美国现代短篇小说创始人。与法国的莫泊桑、俄国的契诃夫并称为世界三大短篇小说巨匠。 他少年时曾一心想当画家，婚后在妻子的鼓励下开始写作。后因在银行供职时的账目问题而入狱，服刑期间认真写作，并以“欧·亨利”为笔名发表了大量的短篇小说，引起读者广泛关注。他是一位高产的作家，一生中留下了一部长篇小说和近三百篇的短篇小说。
《欧亨利短篇小说选集》共收集了《心与手》《女巫的面包》《麦琪的礼物》《二十年后》《财神与爱神》《红酋长的赎金》《最后一片常春藤叶》等43篇最具代表性的欧亨利短篇小说。欧.亨利用独特的幽默笔调，反映出镀金时代各个方面遭到扭曲的生活，他呼唤真诚的感情，要求恢复正常的人性。
世界好看的短篇小说
1、《献给爱米丽的一朵玫瑰花》
2、《老妇与猫》
3、《奇鸟行状录》

B. 世界著名短篇小说有哪些

001.《指环王》约翰·罗纳德·瑞尔·托尔金其他作品 《精灵宝钻》、《未完成的故事》
002.《荒原》T.S.艾略特
003.《傲慢与偏见》简·奥斯汀 作家其他作品： 《理智与情感》《爱玛》
004.《罗密欧与朱丽叶》莎士比亚 作家其他作品： 《奥赛罗》《李尔王》《麦克白》《哈姆雷特》（四大悲剧）《仲夏夜之梦》、《威尼斯商人》、《第十二夜》、《皆大欢喜》（四大喜剧）
005.《论人生》培根
006.《失乐园》弥尔顿
007.《鲁滨逊漂流记》笛福
008.《格列佛游记》斯威夫特
009.《拜伦诗选》拜伦 作家其他作品：《唐璜》
010.《雪莱诗选》雪莱
011.《简·爱》 夏洛蒂·勃朗特 作家其他作品：《教师》、《维莱特》、《雪莉》、《艾玛》（未完成）
012.《呼啸山庄》艾米莉·勃朗特
013.《大卫·科波菲尔》狄更斯 作家其他作品：《双城记》《匹克威克先生外传》《远大前程》.《雾都孤儿》、《董贝父子》《马丁·瞿述伟》、《荒凉山庄》、《圣诞故事集》
014.《福尔摩斯探案集》阿瑟·柯南·道尔 作家其他作品： 《遗失的世界》
015.《道连·葛雷的画像》奥斯卡·王尔德
016.《苔丝》托马斯·哈代 作家其他作品： 《远离尘嚣》、《还乡》
017.《华伦夫人的职业》萧伯纳 作家其他作品：《圣女贞德》
018.《牛虻》伏尼契
019.《月亮与六便士》 毛姆 作家其他作品：《刀锋》
020. 《艾凡赫》司各特 作家其他作品：《城堡风云》
021. 《汤姆琼斯史》 菲尔丁
022. 《东方快车谋杀案》阿加莎·克里斯蒂 作家其他作品：《阳光下的罪恶》、《三幕悲剧》、《国际学舍谋杀案》、《尼罗河上的惨案》、《罗杰疑案》、《无人生还》
024. 《时间机器》 威尔斯 作家：其他作品《莫罗博士岛》、《隐身人》
025. 《坎德伯雷故事集》 乔叟
026. 《1984》 乔治·奥威尔
027. 《查泰莱夫人的情人》 劳伦斯 作家其他作品：《儿子与情人》，《虹》、《恋爱中的女人》
028. 《蝴蝶梦》 达夫妮·杜穆里埃其他作品《牙买加旅店》
029. 《名利场》 萨克雷其他作品 《潘登尼斯》、《亨利·埃斯蒙德》、《纽克姆一家》、《弗吉尼亚人》
030. 《蝇王》戈尔丁
031. 《爱丽丝漫游仙境》 查尔斯·勒特维奇 ·道奇森 其他作品《爱丽丝镜中奇缘》
032. 《白衣女人》 威廉·威尔基·柯林斯
033. 《金银岛》 罗伯特·路易斯·斯蒂文森 作家其他作品：《化身博士》
034. 《天路历程》 约翰·班扬
035. 《卢宫秘史》 安东尼·霍普
036. 《阿格尼丝·格雷》 安妮·勃朗特其他作品《怀尔德菲尔山庄的房客》
037.《福尔赛世家》高尔斯华绥
038.《愤怒的回顾》奥斯本
039.《尤利西斯》詹姆斯·乔伊斯
040.《德拉库拉》布拉姆·斯托克

C. 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.

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