英语短篇小说教程课后答案

Ⅰ 英语短篇小说泄密的心翻译

泄密的心
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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。”

Ⅱ 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.

Ⅲ 英语短篇小说选读课文翻译

Burnt Norton 烧毁的诺顿
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Time present and time past 现在和过去的时光
Are both perhaps present in time future, 也许都存在于未来之中，
And time future contained in time past.且未来的时光包含于过往。
If all time is eternally present假如所有时间都永恒存在
All time is unredeemable.所有时间都无法履行。
What might have been is an abstraction本该如此的是一种抽象
Remaining a perpetual possibility维持着永久的可能性，
Only in a world of speculation.仅仅在思索的世界里。
What might have been and what has been 本该如此的和已经如此的
Point to one end, which is always present.指向同一端点，那始终是现在。
Footfalls echo in the memory 脚步声回响在记忆里
Down the passage which we did not take沿着那条我们没有选择的走廊
Towards the door we never opened向着那扇我们从没有开启的门
Into the rose-garden. My words echo进入这玫瑰花园。我的话语
Thus, in your mind.就这样，回响于你心中。
But to what purpose但是为了何种目的
Disturbing the st on a bowl of rose-leaves扰乱了一钵玫瑰叶上的尘埃？
I do not know. 我不知道。
Other echoes其他的回音
Inhabit the garden. Shall we follow?栖息于这花园。我们应该跟上吗？
Quick, said the bird, find them, find them,快点，鸟儿说，找到他们，找到他们，
Round the corner. Through the first gate,转过墙角。穿过那第一道门，
Into our first world, shall we follow 进入我们第一个世界，我们是否应该
The deception of the thrush? Into our first world.听从那鸫鸟的欺骗？进入我们第一个世界。
There they were, dignified, invisible, 他们在那里，高贵威严，无影无形，
Moving without pressure, over the dead leaves, 轻飘飘的移动，于枯死的叶子之上，
In the autumn heat, through the vibrant air,在秋日的闷热里，穿过蒸腾的空气，
And the bird called, in response to 并且鸟儿鸣叫着，回应
The unheard music hidden in the shrubbery,那藏在灌木丛中无声的音乐，
And the unseen eyebeam crossed, for the roses无形的眼神扫过，为着玫瑰们
Had the look of flowers that are looked at.曾有过现在眼前的花容。
There they were as our guests, accepted and accepting.他们在那里，作为客人，被我们接待也接待我们。
So we moved, and they, in a formal pattern, 所以我们走动着，他们也是，以拘谨的队列，
Along the empty alley, into the box circle, 沿着空寂的小巷，进入天井（what does box circle mean?)，
To look down into the drained pool.俯视枯竭了的池塘。
Dry the pool, dry concrete, brown edged, 干涸的池塘，硬结的水泥，烘焦了的池沿，
And the pool was filled with water out of sunlight,池塘里却被从阳光流出的水充满，
And the lotos rose, quietly, quietly,莲花升起来，静静的，静静的，
The surface glittered out of heart of light,池面从光明的心灵中闪烁着，
And they were behind us, reflected in the pool.他们在我们身后，倒映在池中。
Then a cloud passed, and the pool was empty.然后一朵云彩飘过，池子空空如也。
Go, said the bird, for the leaves were full of children,去吧，鸟儿说，因树叶丛中满是孩子们，
Hidden excitedly, containing laughter.兴奋地隐藏着，有着克制的笑声。
Go, go, go, said the bird: human kind去吧，去，去，鸟儿说：人类
Cannot bear very much reality.无法忍受太多的真实。
Time past and time future过去和未来的时光
What might have been and what has been本该如此的和已经如此的
Point to one end, which is always present.指向同一端点，那始终是现在。