莫泊桑中短篇小说选英文

1. 英文原著小说阅读 ▏《我的叔叔于勒》by 莫泊桑 完结篇 最难测是人心

《我的叔叔于勒》，来自法国短篇小说巨匠莫泊桑。他擅长从日常琐碎的生活中提取片段，配合他细致的刻画和朴实的笔触，从而讽刺和抨击了社会现象，引人深思。《我的叔叔于勒》便是莫泊桑先生的代表作之一，通过从“我”的角度出发，在缓缓的故事讲述中，揭露人与人之间的变态关系。

5天的打卡学习，《My Uncle Jules 》终于完结，也让我们见识了“我”的家人对于勒叔叔遭遇的态度变化得前后巨大反差，最难测是人心。

我只愿能遇到一个人，不论我贫困或者富裕，美丽或者丑陋，能一如既往地爱我。而我也会如此。

五天的时间翻译完了一篇英文原著，其实每天最多用2个小时，像今天的翻译不到一个小时就完成了，算起来五天最多10个小时。 只要行动起来你会发现有些事情并没有你想象的那么难。所以从开始行动的那一刻起你就成功了一半。

2. 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."

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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! . . . "

3. 莫泊桑短篇小说 项链 英语报告

法国作家莫泊桑的短篇小说《项链》，在中国流传甚广。中国读者对这部作品实在太熟悉了，几乎当代中学生都在语文课本里读到过它。许多年来，对其中女主人公的看法，也几乎是完全一致的——她是一个被资产阶级虚荣心腐蚀而导致丧失青春的悲剧形象。好像对女主人公玛蒂尔德的认识是绝对的众口一声，毫无二致。但果真如此吗?难道我们从莫泊桑的小说中就没有读出别的体验吗?对她就没有别的看法吗?玛蒂尔德丢失项链这一故事的中心事件，对她一生构成的到底是悲剧还是喜剧?她的生活从那一时刻起到底发生了什么转变?她的性格从那个晚上起到底产生了哪些变化?这些我们自以为早就明白了的问题果真经得起追问和推敲吗?这些看法的确最符合莫泊桑的创作初衷吗?当我们向自己质疑这一系列的问题时，特别是当我们的思想观念有了变化，更加看重文本本身的价值而不是某些权威或泰斗的盖棺论定，更加重视接受美学在阅读中的作用时，我们忽然发现，原来《项链》给我们提供的远远不止我们已经知道的。不仅如此，有些还是我们根本想不到或是想错了的。于是，对这部经典小说重读并产生新的看法，便成为了可能。

《项链》的故事由女主人公丢失项链的前前后后构成。小说以“项链”为线索，将玛蒂尔德为参加晚会而借项链，戴着项链在晚会上出尽风头，回来时丢失项链沿途寻找未得而焦急万分，四处借钱买了项链归还，用10年的光阴偿还所借款项，直到得知那项链原来是条赝品为止贯穿情节，使读者对小说中的项链有了至深至透的感受。而女主人公的性格也就在这一失一得中尽显风采，使其成为外国文学史上不可多得、独具特性的女性形象。

4. 小说the rifles of the regiment的中文全文译文

羊脂球 读后感
法国作家莫泊桑是世界上数一数二的短篇小说大师。表面看来，莫泊桑的作品所叙说的似乎都是社会上司空见惯的事，但它隐含的意义却是十分深刻的。
1880年《羊脂球》的发表使他一举成名。福楼拜将这部作品称之为杰作。该篇亦成为世界文学史上的经典之作。它之所以能鹤立鸡群，就在于作者对生活的提炼别具慧眼。
《羊脂球》发生在普法战争时期，莫泊桑将主角定为了一个处于社会最底层，受人歧视的妓女，作为正面人物来描绘，这正是这部作品与众不同的地方；更吸引人的是，他将这个妓女同形形色色、道貌岸然的资产阶级人物作对比——在去往英国逃难的一路上，由于羊脂球的出现，马车上的人们一下子都成为的朋友，而且还是亲密无间的朋友。即使是在那样的情况下，依然在一个妓女面前摆出一副自命清高的样子。然而到了后来，“上层人士”由于没有食物，当他们看到车上唯一带着食物的羊脂球时，眼里放射出了憎恶了目光。显然，他们都饿慌了。最先向羊脂球冷嘲热讽，发起人格进攻的卢瓦佐，此时双眼却死死地盯住那只盛满食物的钵子，假惺惺地说：“妙极了，这位太太比我们有远见。”当羊脂球提供给他食物时，卢瓦佐又寡廉鲜耻地说：“真的，说实话，我还难以拒绝，我饿得实在支持不住了。战争时期就得按战争时期办，是不是。太太？”瞧瞧，之前还歧视别人，这回得到恩惠了，就称别人为“太太”了，简烂塌直就是厚颜无耻……
羊脂球为了不拖累行程，委曲求全地出卖了自己的灵魂。但这一切并没有换回同行者的同情，而更是加深了他们对她的歧视，尽管卢瓦佐的话说的很低劣，但在场的人——除了羊脂球，没有任何人感到刺耳。因为愤激也和其他事物一样，是受环境支配的……最后，在羊脂球的“帮助”下，事情终于办成了，他们拿到“通行证”后启程了……那些所谓的上层人物为了自身的利益，在人格和礼仪上也相形见绌，这样的描写更是别出心裁，从而充分显示出本篇主角极富正义感和同情心的美好心灵以及被抨击对象的极端自私、寡廉鲜耻的丑陋灵魂。文章就是这样运用比现实更全面、更鲜明、更使人信服的场景，烘托了全文的主旨。
全文并不以纤巧华美的词藻取胜，而是以平易通俗、准确有力的文学语言彻底地征服了读者。
项链 读后感
《项链》是法国作家莫泊桑短篇小说的代表作。《项链》的情节可以说耳熟能详了梁帆，它的情节艺术也是脍炙人口的。小说按事件的自然进程叙写，以项链为线索展开情节。梦项链、借项链、失项链、赔项链、发现项链是假的——前一个矛盾的解决预示着新的冲突，直至发展到高潮。整个故事波澜起伏，引人入胜。情节的安排显示了作者独特精巧的艺术构思，人物的性格也在故事的发展中逐渐得以展示。
小说一开始，在我们面前出现了一个整日耽于梦想的美丽忧郁的妇女。她“美丽”，“丰韵”，“娇媚”，她还有“天生的聪明，优美的资质，温饥渣圆柔的性情”。正是因为“她也是一个美丽动人的姑娘”，于是她心里就凭添了几许不平与委屈。此处的“也”就很值得玩味。如果比较一下有无“也”的表达效果，就会发现一个有趣的现象：许多版本里的译文里没有“也”字，仅仅“她是一个美丽动人的姑娘”，那就只是一种纯粹的人物介绍。而我们的课文以几种中文译文为基础，并根据法文本校订后出现的“她也是一个美丽动人的姑娘”，就更符合作者的创作意图，更突出主人公的性格。
“窈窕淑女，君子好逑”，这只是玛蒂尔德梦想创造的神话罢了。可是，由于玛蒂尔德面临的现实是：她没有一个好父亲，没有一个好身份，没有一笔陪嫁金，因此就无法找到有身份有地位的好丈夫，只好委委屈屈地嫁给了与她门当户对的小职员路瓦栽。如果她是高老头的千金，定能成为高贵的男爵夫人或伯爵夫人；如果她是守财奴的女儿，拜倒在石榴裙下的亦定难计其数。年轻的玛蒂尔德因为不能过上奢华的生活而整日郁郁寡欢。为了排遣自己的“不幸”和“痛苦”，她找到了一个出口，那便是“梦想”。正如冰心在她的小诗《繁星》里说到的那样：“梦儿是最瞒不过的啊/清清楚楚的/诚诚实实的/告诉了/你自己灵魂里的蜜意与隐忧。”她的梦境不是太虚幻境，而是当时法国富贵之家奢华的真实生活。由于当时法国的社会现实中，人们疯狂地崇拜金钱，拜金主义的思想如汹涌的浪潮无情地冲击着人们的灵魂、生活、婚姻，于是玛蒂尔德不愿面对现实，直面人生，而把理想寄托在梦境里。无庸置疑，此时，我们可怜的玛蒂尔德已经完全被虚荣心俘虏了。
她变了！十年贫穷生活的磨练，不仅改变了她的容貌，更重要的是改变了她的精神。艰辛的劳动，艰苦的生活，把她从不切实际的幻想的云端拉回到切切实实的地面。站在我们面前的是一个新生的玛蒂尔德。
在对玛蒂尔德肃然起敬的同时，我联想起另一个不幸的女子——包法利夫人。她与玛蒂尔德一样，在平庸的生活与令人窒息的社会环境里寻找梦想的幸福。但玛蒂尔德一夜狂欢后，选择了一条新的人生之路；而她在尽情享受了浪漫的爱情与奢侈的生活，财产荡尽，债务累累之后，没有勇气重新生活，而选择了死亡。两相比较，我不禁为玛蒂尔德喝彩。
人生的际遇只是无数偶然性的连续，事前既无从逆料，事后也很难假设另一种可能。但是回首来路，我们还是情不自禁地设想：如果没丢项链，她现在是怎样一个景况呢？是仍旧每天做白日梦吗？是为了梦想而郁郁寡欢吗？是的，有可能。而丢了项链之后，青春美貌和人格尊严这两个砝码摆在人生的天平上，逼着她作出选择。她决定了，放弃了青春，选择了尊严。人生最重要的一刻就是懂得放弃，尤其是放弃那些最耀眼的、最浮华的、最具诱惑力的东西。那么这“极细小的一件事”是“败坏”了她，还是“成全”了她？豪华的生活的确令玛蒂尔德十分神往，但它不值得我们的玛蒂尔德拿出全部情感和人生尊严去下注。当风华一一过去，她定然知道踏实、恬静的心态是一笔怎样的财富。年轻时因追逐浮华而大喜大悲是多么的可笑可叹，根本没有脚踏实地地奋斗的人生更令人愿意去回味。
故事发展到这里，我们已经明白，玛蒂尔德为了保全自己的人生尊严付出了巨大的代价，这是不是悲剧呢？
一般认为，玛蒂尔德最初是被强烈得可怕的虚荣心所俘虏；后来面临选择时，她义无返顾地作出了令人惊讶的决定。十年中，她同普通的穷苦妇女一样生活劳动，在生活中找到了自己的位置，这又是多么令人欣喜！再联系结尾，我们同样惊喜地看到我们的玛蒂尔德再度遇见自己的依然年轻美貌的朋友时，脸上露出了灿烂的天真的笑容。这笑是她自信与骄傲的表现。她自信，因为她内心的充实；她骄傲，因为她找到了自己的人生价值。因此，当她听说生活跟她开了一个更残酷的玩笑——项链是假的时，她是会坦然面对的。
因此，我相信，这个小说使读者在悲欢感慨之余，还能对世上的人与事看得更深些、更远些。它发人深省之处就是让我们目睹了浑浊、虚假、拜金、物欲横流的社会中的一颗金子般的心，一块沉浸在墨水里依旧保持美质的玉。这样看来，玛蒂尔德身上最美好的东西最终没有毁灭。难道你还认为这是一个悲剧吗？

5. 莫泊桑《珠宝》 故事英文简介。

The middle class family londin woman has two kind of hobby for husband dissatisfaction, one is love the theatre, two love costume jewelry. One winter night she came back from the theatre, and was killed, and died of pneumonia a week later. Zhuo in financial Lang Dan Mr. hard pressed trapped embarrassment among, nasty, decided idea to sell things, for a few francs to live. He first thought is the wife who annoy him fake jewelry, decided to sell her seems to be particularly fond of the string of big necklace, because the fake things work but also sophisticated estimated value may be seven or eight francs. How to get the fake jewelry jewelry store was found to be true valuation, jewelry, londin stunned and shocked. When he took the jewelry to another shop, the shop owner recognized the jewelry as they were sold out in the shop. After the inquiry, check books, this is a really true jewelry. Mr. Lang Dan was so surprised Jane really mad, so go home a few times when the wrong way, finally unexpectedly fainted on the ground. Fortunately, there are passers-by carried him into the pharmacy, sent him home to wake up.
Sad, tired like a hammer blow, make him sleep to second days. He was unable to work again and again, and again, and again into the jewelry store, sold the necklace, and sold his wife's jewelry (almost all this shop sold) to the shop, resigned and told the chief, said he inherited a legacy of three hundred thousand francs, and announced to his colleagues that his plans for the future, and a few prostitutes mixed overnight. Half a year later he remarried, second wife of a woman but bad temper Shukutoku, let him suffer unspeakably.

6. 项链 莫泊桑 英文读后感

项链》读后感
《项链》这篇文章出于《莫泊桑短篇小说精选》，它是由法国著名作家莫泊桑撰写的。作者出生于诺曼底地区滨海地区一个没落的贵族家庭。因为从小受到富有母亲浪漫气质的母亲的影响，使他无法忍受贵族学校的气氛，转致一所公立学校读书。莫泊桑的文章都充满了悲观色彩，这与他的健康状况和历史背景有着密切的关系。
本文讲述的是罗塞瓦德夫人虚荣心十足，她为了在一次宴会上出风头，特意从女友那里借来一根金刚石项链。当她戴着项链在宴会上出现的时候，引起了全场人的赞叹与奉承，她的虚荣心得到了极大的满足。不幸的是，在回家的路上，这条项链丢失了。为了赔偿这价值三万六千法郎的金项链，她负了重债。之后，她事整整十年节衣缩食才还清了债务。而颇具讽刺意味的是这时对方告诉她丢失的项链是假的。罗塞瓦德夫人通过“打肿脸充胖子”的方式来显示自我，面子观念的驱动，使她吃尽了苦头。
“哦，可怜的罗瓦塞尔夫妇！命运真会捉弄人。”那是我看完文章后的第一。当再次回味起那篇文章时，我不禁回想：如果他们不为了虚荣，会耗费如此大的代价吗？虚荣心，一个可怕但无形的恶魔，是为了取得荣誉和引起普遍注意而表现出来的一种不正常的社会情感，是争名逐利的一种不良品质。虚荣会使坦诚的人走向虚伪。虚荣心强的人常常表现为一种自夸炫耀的行为，通过吹牛、隐匿等欺骗手段来表现自已。虚荣心强的人，常常有嫉妒冲动，看到别人的能力比自己强，地位比自己高，命运比自己好，外表比自己美，就感到不舒服、不痛快。甚至排斥、挖苦、打击、疏远、为难比自自强的人，有意或无意地做出损害这些人的事情来。还有，虚荣心强的人，特别喜欢听奉承的话、恭维的话，最不能接受的是他人当众顶撞或当面提意见，最不能容忍的是揭他的老底。因此，与他结交的可能是一些溜须拍马的“小人”。
法国哲学家柏格森说过：“虚荣心很难说是一种恶行，然而一切恶行都围绕虚荣心而生，都不过是满足虚荣心的手段。”虚假的荣誉是一个转瞬即破的肥皂泡，我们不应该追求这种并不属于自已的虚假的东西；而要脚踏实地地去干一番事业，通过奋斗，创造出属于自己的荣誉来。

Necklace "读后感
"The Necklace" the article for "Featured Maupassant short story", it is by the famous French writer Maupassant wrote. The author was born in the coastal region of Normandy region of a decline of a noble family. Since an early age by the wealthy mother of a romantic temperament her mother's influence, so that he could not enre the aristocratic atmosphere of the school, addressed to a public school reading. Maupassant's article are very pessimistic about the color, which with his health status and historical background are closely related.
Described in this article are his wife罗塞瓦德full vanity, her first time at the banquet in order to enjoy the limelight, deliberately borrowed from his girlfriend a diamond necklace. Wearing a necklace when she appeared at the banquet on time, causing the audience to praise and flattery of the people, her vanity has been greatly satisfied. Unfortunately, the way home, this necklace is missing. This compensation for the value of 36,000 francs gold necklace, she has been heavily indebted negative. After a decade of her things to scrimp and save to pay off the debt. The ironic part is when she told the other side of the necklace is missing is false.罗塞瓦德his wife through "打肿脸充胖子" approach to show the self-concept of the driver face, so that she suffered.
"Oh, poor couples罗瓦塞尔! Destiny really make fun of people." That was my first after reading the article. When the aftertaste from the article again, I can not help but think: If they do not for vanity, would be so much cost? Vanity, a terrible but invisible demon, are made in order to honor and caused widespread attention shown by an abnormal social emotions, are an indisputable gain of a bad quality. Vanity candid people will move toward hypocrisy. Vanity strong regular people usually boast a showing off of conct, through the bragging, occult, etc. to express their own deception. Vanity strong person, there is usually jealous impulse, the ability to see others than themselves, and status than their higher destiny than its own good, the appearance of the United States than their own, they feel uncomfortable and not fun. And even exclusion, ridicule, attack, alienation, self-resilient than embarrass people, intentionally or unintentionally, to make the damage done to these people. Have, vanity strong person, in particular, likes to listen to the words of flattery, compliment, it is most unacceptable and others are publicly contradict or face-to-face advice, the most intolerable of老底are exposing him. As a result, making him probably are some narrow circle of the "villains."
French philosopher Bergson said: "It is hard to say vanity is an evil, but all the evil all around the vanity and Health, is but a means to satisfy the vanity." False Honor is a flash that is broken bubble, we should not pursue that do not belong to their own false things; and want to go down-to-earth干一番事业, through the struggle to create their own honor to belong to.

7. 美国短篇小说精粹50篇有哪五十篇

8. 英语小说阅读《羊脂球》选文

英语小说阅读《羊脂球》选文

《羊脂球》是法国作家莫泊桑创作的短篇小说。《羊脂球》是他的成名作，也是他的`代表作之一。《羊脂球》以1870—1871年普法战争为背景。通过代表当时法国社会各阶层的10个人同乘一辆马车逃往一个港口的故事，形象地反映出资产阶级在这场战争中所表现出的卑鄙自私和出卖人民的丑恶嘴脸。

Some detachments rapped at each door, then disappeared into the houses. It was occupation after invasion. Then the ty commences for the conquered to show themselves gracious toward the conquerors1.

After some time, as soon as the first terror disappears, a new calm is established. In many families, the Prussian officer eats at the table. He is sometimes well bred and, through politeness, pities France, and speaks of his repugnance2 in taking part in this affair. One is grateful to him for this sentiment; then, one may be, some day or other, in need of his protection. By treat-ing him well, one has, perhaps, a less number of men to feed. And why should we wound anyone on whom we are entirely3 dependent? To act thus would be less bravery than temerity4. And temerity is no longer a fault of the commoner of Rouen, as it was at the time of the heroic defense5, when their city became famous. Final-ly, each told himself that the highest judgment6 of French urbanity required that they be allowed to be polite to the strange soldier in the house, provided they did not show themselves familiar with him in public. Outside they would not make themselves known to each other, but at home they could chat freely, and the German might remain longer each evening warming his feet at their hearthstones.

The town even took on, little by little, its ordinary aspect. The French scarcely went out, but the Prussian soldiers grumbled7 in the streets. In short, the officers of the Blue Hussars, who dragged with arrogance8 their great weapons of death up and down the pavement, seemed to have no more grievous scorn for the simple citizens than the officers or the sportsmen who, the year before, drank in the same cafes.

There was nevertheless, something in the air, something subtle and unknown, a strange, intolerable atmosphere like a penetrating9 odor, the odor of invasion. It filled the dwellings10 and the public places, changed the taste of the food, gave the impression of being on a journey, far away, among barbarous and dangerous tribes.

The conquerors exacted money, much money. The inhabitants always paid and they were rich enough to do it. But the richer a trading Norman becomes the more he suffers at every outlay11, at each part of his fortune that he sees pass from his hands into those of another.

Therefore, two or three leagues below the town, following the course of the river toward Croisset, Dieppedalle, or Biessart mariners12 and fishermen often picked up the swollen13 corpse14 of a German in uniform from the bottom of the river, killed by the blow of a knife, the head crushed with a stone, or perhaps thrown into the water by a push from the high bridge. The slime of the river bed buried these obscure vengeances, savage15, but legitimate16, unknown heroisms, mute attacks more perilous17 than the battles of broad day, and without the echoing sound of glory.

For hatred18 of the foreigner always arouses some intrepid19 ones, who are ready to die for an idea.

Finally, as soon as the invaders20 had brought the town quite under subjection with their inflexible21 discipline, without having been guilty of any of the horrors for which they were famous along their triumphal line of march, people began to take courage, and the need of trade put new heart into the commerce of the country. Some had large interests at Havre, which the French army occupied, and they wished to try and reach this port by going to Dieppe by land and there embarking22.

They used their influence with the German soldiers with whom they had an acquaintance, and finally, an authorization23 of departure was obtained from the General-in-chief.

Then, a large diligence, with four horses, having been engaged for this journey, and ten persons having engaged seats in it, it was resolved to set out on Tuesday morning before daylight, in order to escape observation.

For some time before, the frost had been hardening the earth and on Monday, toward three o'clock, great black clouds coming from the north brought the snow which fell without interruption ring the evening and all night.

9. 《项链》的原文是什么

项链

【法】莫泊桑

世上的漂亮动人的女子，每每像是由于命运的差错似地，出生在一个小职员的家庭；我们现在要说的这一个正是这样。她没有陪嫁的资产，没有希望，没有任何方法使得一个既有钱又有地位的人认识她，了解她，爱她，娶她；到末了，她将将就就和教育部的一个小科员结了婚。
不能够讲求装饰，她是朴素的，但是不幸得像是一个降了等的女人；因为妇女们本没有阶级，没有门第之分，她们的美，她们的丰韵和她们的诱惑力就是供她们做出身和家世之用的。她们的天生的机警，出众的本能，柔顺的心灵，构成了她们唯一的等级，而且可以把民间的女子提得和最高的贵妇人一样高。
她觉得自己本是为了一切精美的和一切豪华的事物而生的，因此不住地感到痛苦。由于自己房屋的寒伧，墙壁的粗糙，家具的陈旧，衣料的庸俗，她非常难过。这一切，在另一个和她同等的妇人心上，也许是不会注意的，然而她却因此伤心，又因此懊恼，那个替她照料琐碎家务的布列塔尼省的小女佣人的样子，使她产生了种种忧苦的遗憾和胡思乱想。她梦想着那些静悄悄的接待室，如何蒙着东方的帏幕，如何点着青铜的高脚灯檠，如何派着两个身穿短裤子的高个儿侍应生听候指使，而热烘烘的空气暖炉使得两个侍应生都在大型的圈椅上打盹。她梦想那些披着古代壁衣的大客厅，那些摆着无从估价的瓷瓶的精美家具；她梦想那些精致而且芬芳的小客厅，自己到了午后五点光景，就可以和亲切的男朋友在那儿闲谈，和那些被妇女界羡慕的并且渴望一顾的知名男子在那儿闲谈。
然而事实上，她每天吃晚饭的时候，就在那张小圆桌跟前和她的丈夫对面坐下了，桌上盖的白布要三天才换一回，丈夫把那只汤池的盖子一揭开，就用一种高兴的神气说道：“哈！好肉汤！世上没有比它更好的……”因此她又梦想那些丰盛精美的筵席了，梦想那些光辉灿烂的银器皿了，梦想那些满绣着仙境般的园林和其间的古装仕女以及古怪飞禽的壁衣了；她梦想那些用名贵的盘子盛着的佳肴美味了，梦想那些在吃着一份肉色粉红的鲈鱼或者一份松鸡翅膀的时候带着朗爽的微笑去细听的情话了。
而且她没有像样的服装，没有珠宝首饰，什么都没有。可是她偏偏只欢喜这一套，觉得自己是为了这一套而生的。她早就指望自己能够取悦于人，能够被人羡慕，能够有诱惑力而且被人追求。
她有一个有钱的女朋友，一个在教会女学里的女同学，可是现在已经不再想去看她，因为看了之后回来，她总会感到痛苦。于是她由于伤心，由于遗憾，由于失望并且由于忧虑，接连她要不料某一天傍晚，她丈夫带着得意扬扬的神气回来了，手里拿着一个大信封。
“瞧吧，”他说：“这儿有点儿东西是专门为了你的。”她赶忙拆开了信封，从里面抽了一张印着这样语句的请帖：
“教育部长若尔日•郎波诺暨夫人荣幸地邀请骆塞尔先生和骆塞尔太太参加一月十八日星期一在本部大楼举办的晚会。”
她丈夫希望她一定快活得很，谁知她竟带着伤心而且生气的样子把请帖扔到桌上，冷冰冰地说：
“你叫我拿着这东西怎么办？”
“不过，亲人儿，我原以为你大概是满意的。你素来不出门，并且这是一个机会，这东西，一个好机会！我费了多少力才弄到手。大家都想要请帖，它是很难弄到手的，却又没有
多少份发给同事们。将来在晚会上看得见政界的全部人物。”
她用一种暴怒的眼光瞧着他，后来她不耐烦地高声说：
“你叫我身上穿着什么到那儿去？”
他以前原没有想到这一层；支吾地说：
“不过，你穿了去看戏的那件裙袍。我觉得它很好，我……”
瞧见他妻子流着眼泪，他不说话了，吃惊了，心里糊涂了。两大滴眼泪慢慢地从她的眼角向着口角流下来；他吃着嘴说：
“你有点怎样？你有点怎样？”
但是她用一种坚强的忍耐心镇住了自己的痛苦，擦着自己那副润湿了的脸蛋儿，一面用
一道宁静的声音回答：
“没有什么。不过我没有衣裳，所以我不能够去赴这个晚会。你倘若有一个同事，他的妻子能够比我打扮得好些，你就把这份请帖送给他。”
他发愁了，接着说道：
“这么着吧，玛蒂尔蒂。要花多少钱，一套像样的衣裳，以后遇着机会你还可以再穿的，简单一些的？”
她思索了好几秒钟，确定她的盘算，并且也考虑到这个数目务必可以由她要求，不至于引起这个节俭科员的一种吃惊的叫唤和一个干脆的拒绝。
末了她迟迟疑疑地回答：
“细数呢，我不晓得，不过我估计，有四百金法郎，总可以办得到。”
他的脸色有点儿发青了，因为他手里正存着这样一个数目预备去买一枝枪，使得自己在今年夏天的星期日里，可以和几个打猎的朋友们到南兑尔那一带平原地方去打鸟。
然而他却回答道：
“就是这样吧。我给你四百金法郎。不过你要想法子去做一套漂亮的裙袍。”
晚会的日期已经近了，骆塞尔太太好像在发愁，不放心，心里有些焦躁不安。然而她的新裙袍却办好了。她丈夫某一天傍晚问她：
“你有点怎样？想想吧，这三天以来，你是很异样的。”于是她说：
“没有一件首饰，没有一粒宝石，插的和戴的，一点儿也没有，这件事真教我心烦。简直太穷酸了。现在我宁可不去赴这个晚会。”
他接着说道：
“你将来可以插戴几朵鲜花。在现在的时令里，那是很出色的。花十个金法郎，你可以买得到两三朵很好看的玫瑰花。”她一点也听不进去。
“不成……世上最教人丢脸的，就是在许多有钱的女人堆里露穷相。”
但是她丈夫高声叫唤起来：
“你真糊涂！去找你的朋友伏来士洁太太，问她借点首饰。你和她的交情，是可以开口的。”
她迸出了一道快活的叫唤：
“这是真的。这一层我当初简直没有想过。”
第二天，她到她这位朋友家里去了，向她谈起了自己的烦闷。
伏来士洁太太向着她那座嵌着镜子的大衣柜跟前走过去，取出一个大的盒子，带过来打开向骆塞尔太太说：
“你自己选吧，亲爱的。”
她最初看见许多手镯，随后一个用珍珠镶成的项圈，随后一个威尼斯款式的金十字架，镶着宝石的，做工非常精巧。她在镜子跟前试着这些首饰，迟疑不决，舍不得丢开这些东西，归还这些东西。她老问着。
“你还有没有一点什么别的？”
“有的是，你自己找吧。我不晓得哪件合得上你的意思。”她忽然在一只黑缎子做的小盒子里，发现了一串用金刚钻镶成的项链，那东西真地压得倒一切；于是她的心房因为一种奢望渐渐跳起来。她双手拿着那东西发抖，她把它压着自己裙袍的领子绕在自己的颈项上面了，对着自己在镜子里的影子出了半天的神。
后来，她带看满腔的顾虑迟疑地问道：
“你能够借这东西给我吗，我只借这一件？”
“当然可以，当然可以。”
她跳起来抱着她朋友的颈项，热烈地吻了又吻，末后，她带着这件宝贝溜也似地走了。
晚会的日子到了，骆塞尔太太得到极大的成功，她比一般女宾都要漂亮，时髦，迷人，不断地微笑，并且乐得发狂。一般男宾都望着她出神，探听她的姓名，设法使人把自己引到她跟前作介绍。本部机要处的人员都想和她跳舞，部长也注意她。
她用陶醉的姿态舞着，用兴奋的动作舞着，她沉醉在欢乐里，她满意于自己的容貌的胜利，满意于自己的成绩的光荣；满意于那一切阿谀赞叹和那场使得女性认为异常完备而且甜美的凯歌，一种幸福的祥云包围着她。所以她什么都不思虑了。
她是清晨四点钟光景离开的。她丈夫自从半夜十二点钟光景，就同着另外三位男宾在一间无人理会的小客厅里睡着了；这三位男宾的妻子也正舞得很快活。
他对她的肩头上披上了那些为了上街而带来的衣裳，家常用的俭朴的衣裳，这些东西的寒伧意味是和跳舞会里的服装的豪华气派不相称的。她感到了这一层，于是为了避免另外那些裹着珍贵皮衣的太太们注意，她竟想逃遁了。
骆塞尔牵住了她：
“等着吧。你到外面会受寒。我去找一辆出租的街车来吧。”
不过她绝不听从他，匆匆忙忙下了台阶儿。等到他俩走到街上竟找不着车了；于是他俩开始去寻觅，追着那些他们远远地望得见的车子。
他俩向着塞纳河的河沿走下去，两个人感到失望，浑身冷得发抖。末了，他俩在河沿上竟找着了一辆像是夜游病者一样的旧式轿车——这样的车子白天在巴黎如同感到自惭形秽，所以要到天黑以后才看得见它们。
车子把他俩送到殉教街的寓所大门外了，他俩惆怅地上了楼。在她，这算是结束了。而他呢，却想起了自己明天早上十点钟应当到部。
她在镜子跟前脱下了那些围着肩头的大氅之类，想再次端详端详无比荣耀的自己。但是陡然间她发出了一声狂叫。她已经没有那串围着颈项的金刚钻项链了！
她丈夫这时候已经脱了一半衣裳，连忙问：
“你有点怎样？”
她发痴似地转过身来向着他：
“我已经……我已经……我现在找不着伏来士洁太太那串项链了。”
他张皇失措地站起来：
“什么！……怎样！……哪儿会有这样的事！”
于是他俩在那件裙袍的衣褶里，大氅的衣褶里，口袋里，都寻了一个遍。到处都找不到它。
他问道：
“你能够保证离开舞会的时候还挂着那东西吗？”
“对呀，我在部里的过道里还摸过它。”
“不过，倘若你在路上失掉了它，我们可以听得见它落下去的声响。它应当在车子里。”
“对呀。这是可能的。你可曾记下车子的号码？”
“没有。你呢，你当初也没有注意？”
“没有。”
他俩口呆目瞪地互相瞧着。末了，骆塞尔重新着好了衣裳。
“我去，”他说，“我去把我俩步行经过的路线再走一遍，去看看是不是可以找得着它。”
于是他出街了。她呢，连睡觉的气力都没有，始终没有换下那套参加晚会的衣裳，就靠在一把围椅上面，屋子里没有生火，脑子里什么也不想。
她丈夫在七点钟回家。什么也没有找得着。
他走到警察总厅和各报馆里去悬一种赏格，又走到各处出租小马车的公司，总而言之，凡是有一线希望的地方都走了一个遍。
她对着这种骇人的大祸，在惊愕状态中间整整地等了一天。
骆塞尔在傍晚的时候带着瘦削灰白的脸回来了；他一点什么也没有发现过。
“应当，”他说，“写信给你那个女朋友说你弄断了那串项链的搭钩，现在正叫人在那里修理。这样我们就可以有周转的时间。”
她在他的口授之下写了这封信。
一星期以后，他们任何希望都消失了。并且骆塞尔像是老了五年，高声说道：
“现在应当设法去赔这件宝贝了。”
第二天，他们拿了盛那件宝贝的盒子，照着盒子里面的招牌到了珠宝店里，店里的老板查过了许多账簿。
“从前，太太，这串项链不是我店里卖出去的，我只做了这个盒子。”
于是他俩到一家家的首饰店去访问了，寻觅一件和失掉的那件首饰相同的东西，凭着自己的记忆力做参考，他俩因为伤心和忧愁都快要生病了。
他们在故宫街一家小店里找到了一串用金刚钻镶成的念珠，他们觉得正像他们寻觅的那一串。它值得四万金法郎。店里可以作三万六千让给他俩。
他们所以央求那小店的老板在三天之内不要卖掉这东西。并且另外说好了条件：倘若原有的那串在二月底以前找回来，店里就用三万四千金当郎收买这串回去。
骆塞尔本存着他父亲从前留给他的一万八千金法郎。剩下的数目就得去借了。
他动手借钱了，向这一个借一千金法郎，向那个借五百，向这里借五枚鲁意金元，向另一处又借三枚。他签了许多借据，订了许多破产性的契约，和那些盘剥重利的人，各种不同国籍的放款人打交道。他损害了自己后半生的前程，他不顾成败利钝冒险地签上了自己的名姓，并且，想到了将来的苦恼，想到了就会压在身上的黑暗贫穷，想到了整个物质上的匮乏和全部精神上的折磨造成的远景，他感到恐怖了，终于走到那个珠宝商人的柜台边放下了三万六千金法郎，取了那串新项链。
在骆塞尔太太把首饰还给伏来士洁太太的时候，这一位用一种不高兴的神情向她说：
“你应当早点儿还给我，因为我也许要用它。”
她当时并没有打开那只盒子，这正是她的女朋友担忧的事。倘若看破了这件代替品，她将要怎样想？她难道不会把她当做一个贼？
骆塞尔太太尝到了穷人的困窘生活了。此外，突然一下用英雄气概打定了主意，那笔骇人的债是必须偿还的。她预备偿还它。他们辞退了女佣；搬了家；租了某处屋顶底下的一间阁楼下。
她开始做种种家务上的粗硬工作了，厨房里可厌的日常任务了。她洗濯杯盘碗碟，在罐子锅子的油垢底子上磨坏了那些玫瑰色的手指头。内衣和抹布都由她亲自用肥皂洗濯再晾到绳子上；每天早起，她搬运垃圾下楼，再把水提到楼上，每逢走完一层楼，就得坐在楼梯上喘口气。并且穿着得像是一个平民妇人了，她挽着篮子走到蔬菜店里、杂货店里和肉店里去讲价钱，去挨骂，极力一个铜元一个铜元地去防护她那点儿可怜的零钱。
每月都要收回好些借据，一面另外立几张新的去展缓日期。
她丈夫在傍晚的时候替一个商人誊清账目，时常到了深夜，他还得抄录那种五个铜元一面的书。
末后，这种生活延长到十年之久。
十年之末，他俩居然还清了全部债务，连同高利贷者的利钱以及由利上加利滚成的数目。
骆塞尔太太像是老了。现在，她已经变成了贫苦人家的强健粗硬而且耐苦的妇人了。乱挽着头发，歪歪地系着裙子，露着一双发红的手，高声说话，大盆水洗地板。但是有时候她丈夫到办公室里去了，她独自坐在窗前，于是就回想从前的那个晚会，那个跳舞会，在那里，她当时是那样美貌，那样快活。
倘若当时没有失掉那件首饰，她现在会走到什么样的境界？谁知道？谁知道？人生真是古怪，真是变化无常啊。无论是害您或者救您，只消一点点小事。
然而，某一个星期日，她正走到香榭丽舍大街兜个圈子去调剂一周之中的日常劳作，这时候忽然看见了一个带着孩子散步的妇人。那就是伏来士洁太太，她始终是年轻的，始终是美貌的，始终是有诱惑力的。
骆塞尔太太非常激动。要不要去和她攀谈？对的，当然。并且自己现在已经还清了债务，可以彻底告诉她。为什么不？她走近前去了。
“早安，约翰妮。”
那一位竟一点儿也不认识她了，以为自己被这个平民妇人这样亲热地叫唤是件怪事，她支支吾吾地说：
“不过……这位太太！……我不知道……大概应当是您弄错了。
“没有错。我是玛蒂尔德•骆塞尔呀。”
她那个女朋友狂叫了一声：
“噢！……可怜的玛蒂尔德，你真变了样子！……”
“对呀，我过了许多很艰苦的日子，自从我上一次见过你以后；并且种种苦楚都是为了你！……”
“为了我……这是怎样一回事？”
“从前，你不是借了一串金刚钻项链给我到部里参加晚会，现在，你可还记得？”
“记得，怎样呢？”
“怎样，我丢了那串东西。”
“哪儿的话，你早已还给我了。”
“我从前还给你的是另外一串完全相同的。到现在，我们花了十年工夫才付清它的代价。像我们什么也没有的人，你明白这件事是不容易的……现在算是还清了帐，我是结结实实满意的了。”
伏来士洁太太停住了脚步：
“你可是说从前买了一串金刚钻项链来赔偿我的那一串？”
“对呀，你从前简直没有看出来，是吗？那两串东西原是完全相同的。”
说完，她用一阵自负而又天真的快乐神气微笑了。
伏来士洁太太很受感动了，抓住了她两只手：
“唉。可怜的玛蒂尔德，不过我那一串本是假的，顶多值得五百金法郎！……”