莫泊桑短篇小說英文版

❶ 莫泊桑的短篇小說有哪些

西蒙的爸爸
羊脂球
一家人
在一個春天晚上
在河上
瞎子
修軟墊椅的女人
皮埃羅
月光
遺囑
小步舞
巴蒂斯特太太
女瘋子
騎馬
兩個朋友
在海上
珂珂特小姐
珠寶
瓦爾特·施那夫斯的奇遇
旅途上
米隆老爹
我的於勒叔叔
一場決斗
馬丹姑娘
泰奧迪爾·薩博的懺悔
族間仇殺
等待
勛章到手了！
繩子
初雪
老人
洗禮
保護人
雨傘
項鏈
索瓦熱老婆婆
乞丐
幸福
小酒桶
散步
歸來
衣櫥
俘虜
一次政變
圖瓦
高山客棧
流浪漢
男爵夫人
港口

❷ 英文原著小說閱讀 ▏《我的叔叔於勒》by 莫泊桑 完結篇 最難測是人心

《我的叔叔於勒》，來自法國短篇小說巨匠莫泊桑。他擅長從日常瑣碎的生活中提取片段，配合他細致的刻畫和朴實的筆觸，從而諷刺和抨擊了社會現象，引人深思。《我的叔叔於勒》便是莫泊桑先生的代表作之一，通過從「我」的角度出發，在緩緩的故事講述中，揭露人與人之間的變態關系。

5天的打卡學習，《My Uncle Jules 》終於完結，也讓我們見識了「我」的家人對於勒叔叔遭遇的態度變化得前後巨大反差，最難測是人心。

我只願能遇到一個人，不論我貧困或者富裕，美麗或者醜陋，能一如既往地愛我。而我也會如此。

五天的時間翻譯完了一篇英文原著，其實每天最多用2個小時，像今天的翻譯不到一個小時就完成了，算起來五天最多10個小時。 只要行動起來你會發現有些事情並沒有你想像的那麼難。所以從開始行動的那一刻起你就成功了一半。

❸ 莫泊桑項鏈對白

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! . . . "

❹ 世界三大著名短篇小說家莫泊桑

法國19世紀末的文學瑰寶，居伊·德·莫泊桑(Guy de Maupassant，1850-1893)，以其卓越的批判現實主義風格聞名於世。作為福樓拜的門徒，他創作了6部長篇小說和350餘篇中短篇小說，其中短篇小說的成就最為顯著，對後世產生了深遠影響。莫泊桑的才華在於從日常生活的細微處提煉出深刻的主題，他的作品如《羊脂球》(1880)等，以其獨特的情節設計、生動的描繪和對人性的精細刻畫，贏得了世界短篇小說大師的贊譽。

他的作品分為三大主題：一是諷刺社會虛榮與拜金，如《項鏈》和《我的叔叔於勒》；二是揭示勞動人民的苦難，贊美他們的正直與淳樸，如《歸來》；三是通過《羊脂球》等作品反映普法戰爭時期的法國社會與愛國情感。莫泊桑的短篇小說在結構設計、細節選擇、敘事技巧和流暢文筆上都堪稱典範，為後世作家樹立了標桿。

莫泊桑的代表作包括中篇小說《羊脂球》、《項鏈》和《我的叔叔於勒》，以及長篇小說《一生》和《俊友》(又譯為《漂亮朋友》)。他的文學影響力廣泛，如《福樓拜家的星期天》被多次選入教材，如2001年、2009年、2010年和2013年的七年級語文課本，而《我的叔叔於勒》則收錄在九年級上冊中，成為經典文學教育的內容。

世界三大著名短篇小說家是指法國的莫泊桑(1850-1893)，俄國的契訶夫(1860-1904)，美國的歐·亨利(1862-1910)三位文學大師。

❺ 項鏈 莫泊桑 英文讀後感

項鏈》讀後感
《項鏈》這篇文章出於《莫泊桑短篇小說精選》，它是由法國著名作家莫泊桑撰寫的。作者出生於諾曼底地區濱海地區一個沒落的貴族家庭。因為從小受到富有母親浪漫氣質的母親的影響，使他無法忍受貴族學校的氣氛，轉致一所公立學校讀書。莫泊桑的文章都充滿了悲觀色彩，這與他的健康狀況和歷史背景有著密切的關系。
本文講述的是羅塞瓦德夫人虛榮心十足，她為了在一次宴會上出風頭，特意從女友那裡借來一根金剛石項鏈。當她戴著項鏈在宴會上出現的時候，引起了全場人的贊嘆與奉承，她的虛榮心得到了極大的滿足。不幸的是，在回家的路上，這條項鏈丟失了。為了賠償這價值三萬六千法郎的金項鏈，她負了重債。之後，她事整整十年節衣縮食才還清了債務。而頗具諷刺意味的是這時對方告訴她丟失的項鏈是假的。羅塞瓦德夫人通過「打腫臉充胖子」的方式來顯示自我，面子觀念的驅動，使她吃盡了苦頭。
「哦，可憐的羅瓦塞爾夫婦！命運真會捉弄人。」那是我看完文章後的第一。當再次回味起那篇文章時，我不禁回想：如果他們不為了虛榮，會耗費如此大的代價嗎？虛榮心，一個可怕但無形的惡魔，是為了取得榮譽和引起普遍注意而表現出來的一種不正常的社會情感，是爭名逐利的一種不良品質。虛榮會使坦誠的人走向虛偽。虛榮心強的人常常表現為一種自誇炫耀的行為，通過吹牛、隱匿等欺騙手段來表現自已。虛榮心強的人，常常有嫉妒沖動，看到別人的能力比自己強，地位比自己高，命運比自己好，外表比自己美，就感到不舒服、不痛快。甚至排斥、挖苦、打擊、疏遠、為難比自自強的人，有意或無意地做出損害這些人的事情來。還有，虛榮心強的人，特別喜歡聽奉承的話、恭維的話，最不能接受的是他人當眾頂撞或當面提意見，最不能容忍的是揭他的老底。因此，與他結交的可能是一些溜須拍馬的「小人」。
法國哲學家柏格森說過：「虛榮心很難說是一種惡行，然而一切惡行都圍繞虛榮心而生，都不過是滿足虛榮心的手段。」虛假的榮譽是一個轉瞬即破的肥皂泡，我們不應該追求這種並不屬於自已的虛假的東西；而要腳踏實地地去干一番事業，通過奮斗，創造出屬於自己的榮譽來。

Necklace "讀後感
"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羅塞瓦德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.羅塞瓦德his wife through "打腫臉充胖子" approach to show the self-concept of the driver face, so that she suffered.
"Oh, poor couples羅瓦塞爾! 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干一番事業, through the struggle to create their own honor to belong to.