世界短篇小說名字

A. 世界上好看的短篇小說推薦

1、《外國中短篇小說藏本:陀思妥耶夫斯基》
《外國中短篇小說藏本:陀思妥耶夫斯基》收錄了俄國著名作家費陀思妥耶夫斯基的中短篇小說《聖誕樹和婚禮》、《小英雄》、《溫順的女性》和《別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說創作的精華，較有代表性地體現了作家作為心理描寫大師和反理性主義哲學家的特點。盡管作家善於描寫人心理的極端狀況，憂慮理性主義泛濫的極端後果，但作家還是對社會抱有真誠而美好的希望，期望知識分子和人民互敬互愛、互相學習，消除那些不利於社會發展的精神因素，讓俄羅斯民族泰然屹立於世界民族之林!
2、《變形記》
《變形記》囊括了卡夫卡所有的中短篇小說，其中《變形記》、《在流放地》、《在法的大門前》、《鄉村教師》等都是膾炙人口的名篇。它們均採用象徵、隱喻、誇張等手法，情節生動，故事怪誕離奇，無確定的時間和地點，無前因後果，給人以夢幻、神秘、奇特的感受。作品的主人公幾乎都處於一種身不由己的境地，他們在離奇古怪的世界中部有自己的目標，但往往又以失敗而告終。是目前我國最全的「卡夫卡中短篇小說集」!
3、《一個陌生女人的來信》
高爾基曾由衷地贊賞這篇小說「真是一篇驚人的傑作」!《一個陌生女人的來信》其發表伊始就引起了廣泛的關注。同名電影、話劇更是盛演不衰，文學批評層出不窮!
作為以描摹人物情感著稱的文學巨匠，茨威格對人物內心世界的刻畫極為深刻細致，他善於從心理角度再現人物的性格和生活遭遇，尤其擅長刻畫女性心理，塑造女性形象。本書精選了茨威格的7篇小說，如《一個陌生女人的來信》《看不見的珍藏》《一個不能忘記的人》等，皆是其膾炙人口的經典作品!
4、《莫泊桑中短篇小說集》
「世界短篇小說之王」的巔峰之作，了解法國歷史和社會的窗口。莫言、余華、海明威、米蘭·昆德拉、村上春樹盛贊!莫泊桑編著悶啟頌的《莫泊桑中短篇小說集》是世界文學名著之一，收入了法國著名作家莫泊桑的代表作品多篇，其中包括《項鏈》、《羊脂球》、《我的叔叔於勒》等經典名篇。這些小說已被翻譯成各種文字，影響了一代又一代世界各地的讀者，有的還被改編成戲劇、電影、電視劇和卡通片等。
5、《愛倫·坡暗黑故事全集》
《愛倫·坡暗黑故事全集》由愛倫·坡所著，本書收錄19世紀美國著名作家愛倫·坡的小說五十餘篇，完整呈現了愛倫·坡筆下神秘暗黑世界，會讓喜愛推理小說的讀者愛不釋手。愛倫·坡是美國文學史上一個無法忽略的名字，他是天才詩人、小說家和文學評論家，美國文學史上一個無法忽略的名字，公認的偵探推理小說鼻祖!
作者埃德加·愛倫·坡，十九世紀美國詩人、小說家和文學評論家，美國浪漫主義思潮時期的重要成員。在世時長期擔任報刊編輯工作。其作品形式精緻、語言優美、內容多樣，在任何時代都是「獨一無二」的風格。他以神秘故事和恐怖小說聞名於世，他是美國短篇故事的最早先驅者之一，又被尊為推理小說的開山鼻祖，進而也被譽為後世科幻小說的始祖。他是第一個嘗試完全依賴寫作謀生的知名美國作家，從而導致貧困潦倒。
世界經典的短篇小說
1、《馬克·吐溫短篇小說集》
歐美文學界的幽默泰斗，被福克納稱為「美國文學之父」，被豪威爾斯譽為「美國文學的林肯」，被奧巴馬稱為美國最偉大的諷刺小說家!威廉·福克納稱他為「第一位真正的美國作家，我們都是繼承他而來」!
《馬克·吐溫短篇小說集》作者是美國批判現實主義文學的奠基人，他的主要作品已大多有中文譯本。他經歷了美國從初期資本主義到帝國主義的發展過程，其思想和創作也表現為從輕快調笑到辛辣諷刺再到悲觀厭世的發展階段，前期以辛辣的諷刺見長，到了後期語言更為暴露激烈。被譽為「美國文學史上的林肯」!
2、《契訶夫短篇小說集》
只需一個詞，就能創造一個形象，只需一句話，就可以創造一個短篇故事，而且是絕妙的短篇故事，筆下有如此功力的作家唯有契訶夫!契訶夫善用喜劇性的筆法表達善意的嘲諷，托爾斯泰喻之為「印象派畫家」!通過這部《契訶夫短篇小說集》中的《套中人》《小官員之死》《胖子和瘦子》《苦惱》《萬卡》《草原》等作品，不僅能看到凡俗生活隱藏下的悲劇，也能看到含淚的微笑之後的亮光;不僅能看到極具質感的小情節和情節之下的生活真相，也能看到隱藏於真相之下的雄闊的歷史軌跡和現實走向。
3、《歐亨利短篇小說選集》
他是美國最著名的短篇小說家之一!他被譽為「世界短篇小說之王」「曼哈頓桂冠作家」!他描寫的美國社會和紐約百姓的生活，堪稱「美國生活的幽默網路全書」!他就是歐亨利!
作者歐·亨利，20世紀初美國著名短篇小說家，美國現代短篇小說創始人。與法國的莫泊桑、俄國的契訶夫並稱為世界三大短篇小說巨匠。 他少年時曾一心想當畫家，婚後在妻子的鼓勵下開始寫作。後因在銀行供職時的賬目問題而入獄，服刑期間認真寫作，並以「歐·亨利」為筆名發表了大量的短篇小說，引起讀者廣泛關注。他是一位高產的作家，一生中留下了一部長篇小說和近三百篇的短篇小說。
《歐亨利短篇小說選集》共收集了《心與手》《女巫的麵包》《麥琪的禮物》《二十年後》《財神與愛神》《紅酋長的贖金》《最後一片常春藤葉》等43篇最具代表性的歐亨利短篇小說。歐.亨利用獨特的幽默筆調，反映出鍍金時代各個方面遭到扭曲的生活，他呼喚真誠的感情，要求恢復正常的人性。
世界好看的短篇小說
1、《獻給愛米麗的一朵玫瑰花》
2、《老婦與貓》
3、《奇鳥行狀錄》

B. 世界著名短篇小說有哪些

001.《指環王》約翰·羅納德·瑞爾·托爾金其他作品 《精靈寶鑽》、《未完成的故事》
002.《荒原》T.S.艾略特
003.《傲慢與偏見》簡·奧斯汀 作家其他作品： 《理智與情感》《愛瑪》
004.《羅密歐與朱麗葉》莎士比亞 作家其他作品： 《奧賽羅》《李爾王》《麥克白》《哈姆雷特》（四大悲劇）《仲夏夜之夢》、《威尼斯商人》、《第十二夜》、《皆大歡喜》（四大喜劇）
005.《論人生》培根
006.《失樂園》彌爾頓
007.《魯濱遜漂流記》笛福
008.《格列佛游記》斯威夫特
009.《拜倫詩選》拜倫 作家其他作品：《唐璜》
010.《雪萊詩選》雪萊
011.《簡·愛》 夏洛蒂·勃朗特 作家其他作品：《教師》、《維萊特》、《雪莉》、《艾瑪》（未完成）
012.《呼嘯山莊》艾米莉·勃朗特
013.《大衛·科波菲爾》狄更斯 作家其他作品：《雙城記》《匹克威克先生外傳》《遠大前程》.《霧都孤兒》、《董貝父子》《馬丁·瞿述偉》、《荒涼山莊》、《聖誕故事集》
014.《福爾摩斯探案集》阿瑟·柯南·道爾 作家其他作品： 《遺失的世界》
015.《道連·葛雷的畫像》奧斯卡·王爾德
016.《苔絲》托馬斯·哈代 作家其他作品： 《遠離塵囂》、《還鄉》
017.《華倫夫人的職業》蕭伯納 作家其他作品：《聖女貞德》
018.《牛虻》伏尼契
019.《月亮與六便士》 毛姆 作家其他作品：《刀鋒》
020. 《艾凡赫》司各特 作家其他作品：《城堡風雲》
021. 《湯姆瓊斯史》 菲爾丁
022. 《東方快車謀殺案》阿加莎·克里斯蒂 作家其他作品：《陽光下的罪惡》、《三幕悲劇》、《國際學舍謀殺案》、《尼羅河上的慘案》、《羅傑疑案》、《無人生還》
024. 《時間機器》 威爾斯 作家：其他作品《莫羅博士島》、《隱身人》
025. 《坎德伯雷故事集》 喬叟
026. 《1984》 喬治·奧威爾
027. 《查泰萊夫人的情人》 勞倫斯 作家其他作品：《兒子與情人》，《虹》、《戀愛中的女人》
028. 《蝴蝶夢》 達夫妮·杜穆里埃其他作品《牙買加旅店》
029. 《名利場》 薩克雷其他作品 《潘登尼斯》、《亨利·埃斯蒙德》、《紐克姆一家》、《弗吉尼亞人》
030. 《蠅王》戈爾丁
031. 《愛麗絲漫遊仙境》 查爾斯·勒特維奇 ·道奇森 其他作品《愛麗絲鏡中奇緣》
032. 《白衣女人》 威廉·威爾基·柯林斯
033. 《金銀島》 羅伯特·路易斯·斯蒂文森 作家其他作品：《化身博士》
034. 《天路歷程》 約翰·班揚
035. 《盧宮秘史》 安東尼·霍普
036. 《阿格尼絲·格雷》 安妮·勃朗特其他作品《懷爾德菲爾山莊的房客》
037.《福爾賽世家》高爾斯華綏
038.《憤怒的回顧》奧斯本
039.《尤利西斯》詹姆斯·喬伊斯
040.《德拉庫拉》布拉姆·斯托克

C. 世界著名短篇小說

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.

D. 涓栫晫钁楀悕鐭綃囧皬璇撮泦閿

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