短篇英语小说原创

Ⅰ 英文短中篇小说，难易适中哈，3500-4000字，翻译老师作业，最好是比较著名的哈，谢谢了，！！不胜感激~

Alan Austen, as nervous as a kitten, went up certain dark and creaky stairs in the neighborhood of Pell Street, and peered about for a long time on the dim landing before he found the name he wanted written obscurely on one of the doors.

He pushed open this door, as he had been told to do, and found himself in a tiny room, which contained no furniture but a plain kitchen table, a rocking chair, and an ordinary chair. On one of the dirty, buff-coloured walls were a couple of shelves, containing in all perhaps a dozen bottles and jars.

An old man sat in the rocking chair, reading a newspaper. Alan, without a word, handed him the card he had been given. "Sit down, Mr. Austen," said the old man very politely. "I am glad to make your acquaintance."

"Is it true," asked Alan, "that you have a certain mixture that has... er... quite extraordinary effects?"

"My dear sir," replied the old man, "my stock in trade is not very large — I don't deal in laxatives and teething mixtures — but such as it is, it is varied. I think nothing I sell has effects which could be precisely described as ordinary."

"Well, the fact is..." began Alan.

"Here, for example," interrupted the old man, reaching for a bottle from the shelf. "Here is a liquid as colourless as water, almost tasteless, quite imperceptible in coffee, wine, or any other beverage. It is also quite imperceptible to any known method of autopsy."

"Do you mean it is a poison?" cried Alan, very much horrified.

"Call it a glove-cleaner if you like," said the old man indifferently. "Maybe it will clean gloves. I have never tried. One might call it a life-cleaner. Lives need cleaning sometimes."

"I want nothing of that sort," said Alan.

"Probably it is just as well," said the old man. "Do you know the price of this? For one teaspoonful, which is sufficient, I ask five thousand dollars. Never less. Not a penny less."

"I hope all your mixtures are not as expensive," said Alan apprehensively.

"Oh dear, no," said the old man. "It would be no good charging that sort of price for a love potion, for example. Young people who need a love potion very seldom have five thousand dollars. Otherwise they would not need a love potion."

"I am glad to hear that," said Alan.

"I look at it like this," said the old man. "Please a customer with one article, and he will come back when he needs another. Even if it is more costly. He will save up for it, if necessary."

"So," said Alan, "you really do sell love potions?

"If I did not sell love potions," said the old man, reaching for another bottle, "I should not have mentioned the other matter to you. It is only when one is in a position to oblige that one can afford to be so confidential."

"And these potions," said Alan. "They are not just... just... er...

"Oh, no," said the old man. "Their effects are permanent, and extend far beyond the mere casual impulse. But they include it. Oh, yes they include it. Bountifully, insistently. Everlastingly."

"Dear me!" said Alan, attempting a look of scientific detachment. "How very interesting!"

"But consider the spiritual side," said the old man.

"I do, indeed," said Alan.

"For indifference," said the old man, "they substitute devotion. For scorn, adoration. Give one tiny measure of this to the young lady — its flavour is imperceptible in orange juice, soup, or cocktails — and however gay and giddy she is, she will change altogether. She will want nothing but solitude and you."

"I can hardly believe it," said Alan. "She is so fond of parties."

"She will not like them any more," said the old man. "She will be afraid of the pretty girls you may meet."

"She will actually be jealous?" cried Alan in a rapture "Of me?"

"Yes, she will want to be everything to you."

"She is, already. Only she doesn't care about it."

"She will, when she has taken this. She will care intensely. You will be her sole interest in life."

"Wonderful!" cried Alan.

"She will want to know all you do," said the old man. "All that has happened to you ring the day. Every word of it. She will want to know what you are thinking about, why you smile suddenly, why you are looking sad."

"That is love!" cried Alan.

"Yes," said the old man. "How carefully she will look after you! She will never allow you to be tired, to sit in a draught, to neglect your food. If you are an hour late, she will be terrified. She will think you are killed, or that some siren has caught you."

"I can hardly imagine Diana like that!" cried Alan, overwhelmed with joy.

"You will not have to use your imagination," said the old man. "And, by the way, since there are always sirens, if by any chance you should, later on, slip a little, you need not worry. She will forgive you, in the end. She will be terribly hurt, of course, but she will forgive you — in the end."

"That will not happen," said Alan fervently

"Of course not," said the old man. "But, if it did, you need not worry. She would never divorce you. Oh, no! And, of course, she will never give you the least, the very least, grounds for — uneasiness."

"And how much," said Alan, "is this wonderful mixture?"

"It is not as dear," said the old man, "as the glove-cleaner, or life-cleaner, as I sometimes call it. No. That is five thousand dollars, never a penny less. One has to be older than you are, to inlge in that sort of thing. One has to save up for it."

"But the love potion?" said Alan.

"Oh, that," said the old man, opening the drawer in the kitchen table, and taking out a tiny, rather dirty-looking phial. "That is just a dollar."

"I can't tell you how grateful I am," said Alan, watching him fill it.

"I like to oblige," said the old man. "Then customers come back, later in life, when they are better off, and want more expensive things. Here you are. You will find it very effective."

"Thank you again," said Alan. "Good-bye."

"Au revoir," said the man.

Ⅱ 英语短篇小说

经典英语短篇小说推荐如下：
1、密西西比河上的马戏团男孩 The Circus Boys On the M
简介： 本书是1910-1920出版的一套儿童系列丛书中的一本，讲述了两个男孩离家加入马戏团的故事。达灵顿先生用大师之笔，向我们描绘了马戏团生活的真实画面。...
2、Around the World in Seventy-Two Days
In 1888, Bly suggested to her editor at the New York World that she take a trip around the world, attempting to turn the fictional Around the World in Eighty Days into fact for the first time. A year later, at 9:40 a.m. on November 14, 1889...
3、The Aspern Papers
简介： With a decaying Venetian villa as a backdrop, an anonymous narrator relates his obsessive quest for the personal documents of a deceased Romantic poet, one Jeffrey Aspern. Led by his mission into increasingly unscrupulous behavior, he is ul...
4、At the Back of the North Wind
There was once a little boy named Diamond and he slept in a low room over a coach house. In fact, his room was just a loft where they kept hay and straw and oats for the horses. Little Diamonds father was a coachman and he had named his boy..

Ⅲ 欧亨利 短篇小说

1、《麦琪的礼物》

《麦琪的礼物》是欧·亨利创作的短篇小说，讲述的是一个圣诞节里发生在社会下层的小家庭中的故事。男主人公吉姆是一位薪金仅够维持生活的小职员，女主人公德拉是一位贤惠善良的主妇。

他们的生活贫穷，但吉姆和德拉各自拥有一样极珍贵的宝物。吉姆有祖传的一块金表，德拉有一头美丽的瀑布般的秀发。

为了能在圣诞节送给对方一件礼物，吉姆卖掉了他的金表为德拉买了一套“纯玳瑁做的，边上镶着珠宝”的梳子；

德拉卖掉了自己的长发为吉姆买了一条白金表链。他们都为对方舍弃了自己最宝贵的东西，而换来的礼物却因此变得毫无作用了。

2、《警察与赞美诗》

《警察与赞美诗》是美国作家欧·亨利的短篇小说。该短篇小说讲述的是一个穷困潦倒，无家可归的流浪汉苏比，因为寒冬想去监狱熬过，所以故意犯罪，去饭店吃霸王餐，扰乱治安，偷他人的伞，调戏妇女等，然而这些都没有让他如愿进监狱；

最后，当他在教堂里被赞美诗所感动，想要从新开始，改邪归正的时候，警察却将他送进了监狱。该小说展示了当时美国下层人民无以为生的悲惨命运。

“警察”和“赞美诗”在标题中虽然是形式上对等排列，但作为支配人类生存选择的两股力量是不对等的。在警察与赞美诗的二元对立中，以“警察”为代表的国家政权永远支配着和控制着以“赞美诗为代表的精神力量。

3、《最后一片叶子》

《最后一片叶子》是美国作家欧·亨利的短篇小说作品。该作品描写一位老画家为患肺炎而奄奄一息的穷学生画最后一片常春藤叶的故事。

琼西在寒冷的十一月患上了严重的肺炎，并且其病情越来越重。作为画家的她，将生命的希望寄托在窗外最后一片藤叶上，以为藤叶落下之时，就是她生命结束之时。

于是，她失去了活下去的勇气和信念。作为她的朋友苏很伤心，便将琼西的想法告诉了老画家贝尔曼，这个老画家是个脾气火爆，爱取笑人的酒鬼，终日与酒为伴。

画了近四十年的画，一事无成，每天都说要创作出一篇惊世之作，却始终只是空谈。但是他对这两位年青的画家却是照顾有佳。他听到了此事后，便骂了一通，但仍无计可施。

然而令人惊奇的事发生了：尽管屋外的风刮得那样厉害，而锯齿形的叶子边缘已经枯萎发黄，但它仍然长在高高的藤枝上。

琼西看到最后一片叶子仍然挂在树上，叶子经过凛冽的寒风依然可以存留下来， 自己为什么不能？于是又重拾生的信念，顽强地活了下来。

可是故事并不是到此就结束了，真相才刚刚打开：原来是年过六旬的贝尔曼，在一个风雨交加的夜晚，为了画上最后一片藤叶，因着凉，染上了肺炎。在他生命的最后时刻，他终于完成了令人震撼的杰作。

4、《二十年后》

《二十年后》是美国作家欧·亨利的短篇小说作品。一对在纽约一起长大、情同兄弟的朋友鲍勃和吉米·威尔斯，他们在鲍勃即将启程去西部冒险的时候，约定20年后在同样的时间、地点再次见面。

20年来，他们谁也不曾忘记过这个约定。鲍勃从西部不远万里来赴约，支撑他的是只要对方还记得这次约定，那无论做什么都是值得的。对于鲍勃来说，吉米永远都是最忠实、最令他信任的朋友。

然而，20年后再见面时，等待他们的不是重逢的喜悦，命运却把他们分别放在了法律天平的两端，鲍勃是警方正在通缉的要犯，而吉米却是接到命令努力追捕“狡猾的鲍勃”的警察。

对于吉米来说，究竟是继续保持对挚友的忠诚，还是履行自己作为警察的职责，他最终选择了后者。

该小说通过这两个青年20年后重逢之际所发生的意外变化，反映了美国19世纪后半期到第一次世界大战前美国社会生活各方面的深刻变迁。

5、《红毛酋长的赎金》

《红毛酋长的赎金》，欧亨利的短篇小说作品，文章讲述了一个绑架的故事。

“我”与比尔在一个名叫顶峰镇的地方，绑架了这个镇上有名望的居民埃比尼泽多塞特的独子，“我们”原想靠他去敲诈埃比尼泽；

然而“我们”万万没想到，这个孩子捉弄人，一开始，“我们”三个扮印第安人玩，后来这个孩子越来越嚣张，越来越捉弄人，还把其中一个人弄伤了，让比尔差点成了精神崩溃者。

最后“我”把勒索信送到埃比尼泽的家，可后来“我们”却被埃比尼泽给敲诈，实在是因为“我们”无法忍受着个孩子，最后的结果，“我们”把孩子送回去，并且给了他父亲250元。

Ⅳ 求1000字以内英语短篇小说！

《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！

Ⅳ 英语短篇小说泄密的心翻译

泄密的心
爱伦?坡
真的！焦虑，很焦虑，极其焦虑，经久以来，我都超级焦虑；可是为何说我疯了？病痛消弱了我的知觉——木有消除——木有麻痹我的知觉。先说说我的听力。放耳听去，天上人间，冥界繁事，尽收耳内。所以我怎么算是疯子？听仔细了！我可以不紧不慢、心平气和地告诉你整个故事的来龙去脉。
讲不清啥时候第一次冒出这念头；但自从想过后，它就日日夜夜萦绕心头。木啥目的，也木啥贪念。我还挺喜欢那老人。他自从木有烦扰，甚至辱骂过我。我也不念叨他的小金库。我想：是他的眼！对，就是他的眼！他其中一只眼像秃鹰眼一样——苍蓝色。每次他看我，我都全身凉透了；所以，自然而然，我决定灭了他，永远脱离出那阴冷的视线。
此时正是关键。你当我是疯子？疯子可是什么都不知道。你已经明白我做事多么理智，多么谨慎，多么高瞻远瞩——我若无其事地上班！杀他前一星期，我对这老人超殷勤。每晚，午夜，我打开他的卧室门——哎，要多轻柔就多轻柔的说！接着，门缝够容下脑袋时，我就伸进去一盏提灯。灯被裹得紧紧的，黑乎乎的，一丝光都不透的。然后我伸进头。哈哈，你要是真看到我怎么机智地进去的，你肯定会点32个赞的！我慢慢的，很慢很慢，超级缓慢地伸进头，当然吵不醒那熟睡的老人啦。差不多1小时后，我才完全伸进头去，就看到他躺在床上。哈哈——疯子有这智商？后来，我可以方便点动时，就打开提灯。哇塞，我那么谨慎，那么小心，刚好露出一丝光线，正好投射到他那秃鹰眼。
连续七晚，我都干这事——每晚午夜——但是他眼睛一直闭着的；我没办法下手；因为惹火我的不是这个老人，而是他的魔眼。每天早晨，我进屋，亲切地和他交谈，夸奖他，呼唤他，问候他睡得好吗。因此正如你所见，实际上他是纯良之人，毫不怀疑每晚午夜时分我窥视他的睡颜。
第八天晚上，一如既往，我极其小心地开门。动作比手表分针还磨蹭。此前，我从不知道我预见能力这么厉害。胜利在望，我又害怕又激动。心有所思地一点点推开门。他做梦都想不到我的心思我的行为。一想到这，我咯咯地笑了。莫非他听到了？他好像惊醒，突然动了。你可能猜我现在会退缩——错。他房间那么黑，暗黑得不得了，（他害怕匪徒所以紧绷着身子颤抖。）因此我知道他看不见门在打开。我依旧偷偷摸摸地推开门。我伸进头，要开提灯，手指刚滑过灯线，老人在床上跳起大吼“谁在那？”
我一动不动，始终沉默。一个小时过去了，我一丝肌肉也不曾松懈。这时我听到他躺下的声音。他也躺在床上听着——如同我夜夜做的那样，听到死神注视着墙面。马上我就听到极低的呜声，我晓得这是神经恐惧才有的声音。这不是因为疼痛或忧伤而产生——绝不是！这是过度惊悚时，从心灵深处升起的阴郁的颤抖的声音。我深知这声音。每每深夜，万物皆眠，唯我梦醒子时，内心深处、灵魂深渊中就发出这种声音，回声阵阵，让我恐惧到崩溃。我说了我了解这种声音。我知道老人想啥子。虽然我心里窃笑但我仍可怜他。我知道从第一次轻微声音使他在床上转身时，他就一直清醒着。他越来越害怕。他尝试去忽视，但这不可能做到。他不停地自语——“什么事都没有，只是烟囱里的风——只是老鼠穿过地板”或“只是蟋蟀的声音”。是的，他一直这么安慰他自己：但是白费力气。毫无作用；因为死神来了，都站在他面前和他的影子谈判，签约受害者了。老人感觉得到阴郁地黑影——虽然看不见听不到——却真切感知我存在在房间里。
我耐心地呆了很久，还没听到他躺下的声音。我打开了提灯，仅露出一丝缝隙。我开灯了——你想不到我有多偷偷摸摸地开灯——终于，从蜘蛛丝般细的狭缝里射出一线光，落进那秃鹰般的眼眸中。
睁着眼睛的——挣得大大的——看到这些我变得激动。我清楚明白地看到它——苍蓝的眸，似蒙了昏沉的纱，让我感到彻骨寒气；但我看不到老人的脸或身体：因为我顺着光线直接精准锁定目标。
跟你说了没？有这么敏锐的感官会是疯子？——此刻，我听到一种声音，沉闷，模糊，像是钟表在棉花里发出的声音。我也熟悉这种声音。这是老人的心跳声。我更为兴奋，好像受到鼓声激励的士兵。但是我依然克制自己，保持沉默，呼吸都有些胆怯。我恍惚地提着灯，小心地保持光线照在那眼上。同时，那该死的心脏跳得更欢了。速度越来越快，声音越来越大。他一定怕极了！声音越来越大，分分钟变大！——你懂我意思吗？我说过我焦虑：我现在就焦虑着。今晚，挺尸的时，房内死一般的沉寂，多么搞怪，我惊讶有这声响竟让我产生难以抑制的恐慌。目前为止，我仍极度克制，数分钟一动不动。此时，我异常焦虑——邻居会听到声音的！动手时候到了！大吼一声，扔掉还亮着的提灯，我冲进房间。老人惊叫一声——仅一声。我一下把他抓到地上，掀倒厚重的床板压住他。然后我会心地笑了。可是，过了很久，他心脏还跳着，发出那种沉闷的声音。不过这回我没发火；隔墙听不到这声音。终于声音消失了，老人死了。我移开床，检查尸身。的确，他死得硬硬的。我手在他心脏那很久，没有感觉到脉搏。他最终死了。他的眼再也不会烦我了。
还当我疯了么？听完我多么聪明细心地藏尸后，你就不会这么想了。夜深，我安静地忙碌着。首先，肢解尸体，砍下头、胳膊和腿。接着拿起卧室地板上的三个木板，把尸块放入方格。然后重新放好木板。我如此聪慧如此机敏。没人，就算是老人的眼——也察觉不到异常。没啥要清洗的——没任何污渍——没血斑，啥子也没有。我超级谨慎地处理了。都用澡盆清洗过了——哈哈！
都处理完，到四点了——天依然漆黑如午夜。钟声响起，街上传来阵阵敲门声。我淡定地下楼开门——我还有啥怕头？进来三个人，他们和善地介绍自己是警署人员。那晚邻居听到那声尖叫了；已经怀疑涉嫌谋杀；他们在警局登记了信息，已经开始着手调查。
我笑了——我还怕什么？我欢迎他们进屋。我说，我做梦时尖叫了。还说，老人去乡下了没在这。我让调查人员在屋子里全部查看下。我请求他们好好查查——查仔细了。我带他们去他的卧室。我给他们看他的财宝，一分不少，稳稳当当地放着呢。我相信自己，所以我热情地搬了椅子进那间屋，招呼他们坐，缓缓疲乏。而我自己，肆无忌惮，坐在存放遇害者尸体的位置上的那把椅子上。警察们很满意。我的举止取信了他们。我非常放松。他们说话，我也开心地回应着。他们聊着类似的事情。不过，一会儿，我觉得不舒服了，我想他们先离开。我头疼，幻听到铃声：但他们还坐那儿聊天。铃声清晰了，越来越清晰。我说得更加流畅，不顾自己的感受。可是声音还在，更清晰，更悠长，原来不是在耳朵里响的。
毫无疑问，我现在很虚弱——但是我说得更流利，声音高昂。声音越来越大——我能怎么办？有低沉的模糊的频率很快的声音——像棉花里的钟表声。我呼吸不顺——警察还没听到吧。我说得更快速——更激动；可是杂声自动变大了。我提高嗓门，嘲讽争辩，声音高昂，举止粗鲁；但是那声音还在增大。他们为什么还不离开？我大步走来走去，好像被人们看着而激动起来——但是他们干吗还不滚？我要怎么办？我吐口水——胡言乱语——发誓！那些人正愉快地谈笑。他们可能听不到？万能的神呐！——不，不可能！——他们怀疑啦！——他们嘲笑我的恐惧！——我止不住地这么想。但是没什么比这痛苦更糟糕了！没什么比嘲笑更不能容忍的了！我受不了这些虚伪的笑容了！我感觉我要么咆哮要么去死！——此刻——又来了！——听！吵！很吵！更吵了！越来越吵！
“够啦”我吼叫“别装了！我承认我干的！掀开地板——这儿，就这儿——就他的心跳声在吵。”

Ⅵ 求一篇200字左右的英语小说，要原创的。

附中文译文~ -3-

One day when Jack was walking in the park, he saw a woman he knew sitting on a chair with a dog beside her. The dog was looking up at the woman. Jack went up to the woman and said, "Hello, Sue, how are you? May I sit and talk with you for a while?"
"Of course, please sit down." Sue said. Jack sat down next to Sue on the chair, and they talked quietly together. The dog still looked up at Sue, as if waiting for something to eat.
"That's a nice dog," Jack said, looking at the animal.
"Yes, he's nice and he's strong and healthy."
"And hungry," Jack said. "He hasn't taken his eyes off you. He thinks you've got some food for him."
"That's true," Sue said, "but I haven't."
The two friends laughed and then Jack said, "Does your dog bite (bite-bit-bitten v. 咬)?"
"No," Sue said. "He's never bitten anyone."
Hearing this, Jack decided to touch the dog. He put out his hand and touched the animal's head. At once it jumped up and bit him.
"Hey!" Jack shouted. "You said he didn't bite."
"No, he doesn't," Sue answered. "You asked me if my dog bit, and I said no. That's not my dog. My dog is at home."
有一天杰克在公园里走着，看到一位他认识的妇女坐在椅子上，旁边还有一条狗。那条狗抬头看着妇女。杰克向她走去，说“你好，Sue，最近怎么样？我可以坐下来跟你聊一会吗？”
“当然可以，请坐！”妇女说道。杰克坐在Sue身旁，轻声聊着。那条狗仍然看着Sue，好像在等吃的东西。
杰克看着那动物，说道：“真是条漂亮的狗！”
“是的，很漂亮，很强壮，很健康！”
“还很饿”，杰克说“它的眼睛还没从你身上移开过，还以为你有吃的东西呢！”
“是的，”Sue说道：“不过我没有吃的。”
这两个朋友笑了，杰克问道，“你的狗咬人吗？”
“不会,”Sue回答:“从未咬过任何人！”
听到这，杰克决定摸一下那狗。他伸出手，摸了一下那狗的头，那条狗立刻扑了上来咬他。
“喂”，杰克喊道“你说他不咬人的呀！”
“对啊，不咬人啊！”Sue说道“你问我我的狗是否咬人，我说不咬人的，可是这条狗不是我的狗啊，我的狗在家里！”

Ⅶ 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.

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