莫泊桑中短篇小說選英文

1. 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。

2. 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.

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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. 莫泊桑短篇小說 項鏈 英語報告

法國作家莫泊桑的短篇小說《項鏈》，在中國流傳甚廣。中國讀者對這部作品實在太熟悉了，幾乎當代中學生都在語文課本里讀到過它。許多年來，對其中女主人公的看法，也幾乎是完全一致的——她是一個被資產階級虛榮心腐蝕而導致喪失青春的悲劇形象。好像對女主人公瑪蒂爾德的認識是絕對的眾口一聲，毫無二致。但果真如此嗎?難道我們從莫泊桑的小說中就沒有讀出別的體驗嗎?對她就沒有別的看法嗎?瑪蒂爾德丟失項鏈這一故事的中心事件，對她一生構成的到底是悲劇還是喜劇?她的生活從那一時刻起到底發生了什麼轉變?她的性格從那個晚上起到底產生了哪些變化?這些我們自以為早就明白了的問題果真經得起追問和推敲嗎?這些看法的確最符合莫泊桑的創作初衷嗎?當我們向自己質疑這一系列的問題時，特別是當我們的思想觀念有了變化，更加看重文本本身的價值而不是某些權威或泰斗的蓋棺論定，更加重視接受美學在閱讀中的作用時，我們忽然發現，原來《項鏈》給我們提供的遠遠不止我們已經知道的。不僅如此，有些還是我們根本想不到或是想錯了的。於是，對這部經典小說重讀並產生新的看法，便成為了可能。

《項鏈》的故事由女主人公丟失項鏈的前前後後構成。小說以「項鏈」為線索，將瑪蒂爾德為參加晚會而借項鏈，戴著項鏈在晚會上出盡風頭，回來時丟失項鏈沿途尋找未得而焦急萬分，四處借錢買了項鏈歸還，用10年的光陰償還所借款項，直到得知那項鏈原來是條贗品為止貫穿情節，使讀者對小說中的項鏈有了至深至透的感受。而女主人公的性格也就在這一失一得中盡顯風采，使其成為外國文學史上不可多得、獨具特性的女性形象。

4. 小說the rifles of the regiment的中文全文譯文

羊脂球 讀後感
法國作家莫泊桑是世界上數一數二的短篇小說大師。表面看來，莫泊桑的作品所敘說的似乎都是社會上司空見慣的事，但它隱含的意義卻是十分深刻的。
1880年《羊脂球》的發表使他一舉成名。福樓拜將這部作品稱之為傑作。該篇亦成為世界文學史上的經典之作。它之所以能鶴立雞群，就在於作者對生活的提煉別具慧眼。
《羊脂球》發生在普法戰爭時期，莫泊桑將主角定為了一個處於社會最底層，受人歧視的妓女，作為正面人物來描繪，這正是這部作品與眾不同的地方；更吸引人的是，他將這個妓女同形形色色、道貌岸然的資產階級人物作對比——在去往英國逃難的一路上，由於羊脂球的出現，馬車上的人們一下子都成為的朋友，而且還是親密無間的朋友。即使是在那樣的情況下，依然在一個妓女面前擺出一副自命清高的樣子。然而到了後來，「上層人士」由於沒有食物，當他們看到車上唯一帶著食物的羊脂球時，眼裡放射出了憎惡了目光。顯然，他們都餓慌了。最先向羊脂球冷嘲熱諷，發起人格進攻的盧瓦佐，此時雙眼卻死死地盯住那隻盛滿食物的缽子，假惺惺地說：「妙極了，這位太太比我們有遠見。」當羊脂球提供給他食物時，盧瓦佐又寡廉鮮恥地說：「真的，說實話，我還難以拒絕，我餓得實在支持不住了。戰爭時期就得按戰爭時期辦，是不是。太太？」瞧瞧，之前還歧視別人，這回得到恩惠了，就稱別人為「太太」了，簡爛塌直就是厚顏無恥……
羊脂球為了不拖累行程，委曲求全地出賣了自己的靈魂。但這一切並沒有換回同行者的同情，而更是加深了他們對她的歧視，盡管盧瓦佐的話說的很低劣，但在場的人——除了羊脂球，沒有任何人感到刺耳。因為憤激也和其他事物一樣，是受環境支配的……最後，在羊脂球的「幫助」下，事情終於辦成了，他們拿到「通行證」後啟程了……那些所謂的上層人物為了自身的利益，在人格和禮儀上也相形見絀，這樣的描寫更是別出心裁，從而充分顯示出本篇主角極富正義感和同情心的美好心靈以及被抨擊對象的極端自私、寡廉鮮恥的醜陋靈魂。文章就是這樣運用比現實更全面、更鮮明、更使人信服的場景，烘託了全文的主旨。
全文並不以纖巧華美的詞藻取勝，而是以平易通俗、准確有力的文學語言徹底地征服了讀者。
項鏈 讀後感
《項鏈》是法國作家莫泊桑短篇小說的代表作。《項鏈》的情節可以說耳熟能詳了梁帆，它的情節藝術也是膾炙人口的。小說按事件的自然進程敘寫，以項鏈為線索展開情節。夢項鏈、借項鏈、失項鏈、賠項鏈、發現項鏈是假的——前一個矛盾的解決預示著新的沖突，直至發展到高潮。整個故事波瀾起伏，引人入勝。情節的安排顯示了作者獨特精巧的藝術構思，人物的性格也在故事的發展中逐漸得以展示。
小說一開始，在我們面前出現了一個整日耽於夢想的美麗憂郁的婦女。她「美麗」，「豐韻」，「嬌媚」，她還有「天生的聰明，優美的資質，溫飢渣圓柔的性情」。正是因為「她也是一個美麗動人的姑娘」，於是她心裡就憑添了幾許不平與委屈。此處的「也」就很值得玩味。如果比較一下有無「也」的表達效果，就會發現一個有趣的現象：許多版本里的譯文里沒有「也」字，僅僅「她是一個美麗動人的姑娘」，那就只是一種純粹的人物介紹。而我們的課文以幾種中文譯文為基礎，並根據法文本校訂後出現的「她也是一個美麗動人的姑娘」，就更符合作者的創作意圖，更突出主人公的性格。
「窈窕淑女，君子好逑」，這只是瑪蒂爾德夢想創造的神話罷了。可是，由於瑪蒂爾德面臨的現實是：她沒有一個好父親，沒有一個好身份，沒有一筆陪嫁金，因此就無法找到有身份有地位的好丈夫，只好委委屈屈地嫁給了與她門當戶對的小職員路瓦栽。如果她是高老頭的千金，定能成為高貴的男爵夫人或伯爵夫人；如果她是守財奴的女兒，拜倒在石榴裙下的亦定難計其數。年輕的瑪蒂爾德因為不能過上奢華的生活而整日鬱郁寡歡。為了排遣自己的「不幸」和「痛苦」，她找到了一個出口，那便是「夢想」。正如冰心在她的小詩《繁星》里說到的那樣：「夢兒是最瞞不過的啊/清清楚楚的/誠誠實實的/告訴了/你自己靈魂里的蜜意與隱憂。」她的夢境不是太虛幻境，而是當時法國富貴之家奢華的真實生活。由於當時法國的社會現實中，人們瘋狂地崇拜金錢，拜金主義的思想如洶涌的浪潮無情地沖擊著人們的靈魂、生活、婚姻，於是瑪蒂爾德不願面對現實，直面人生，而把理想寄託在夢境里。無庸置疑，此時，我們可憐的瑪蒂爾德已經完全被虛榮心俘虜了。
她變了！十年貧窮生活的磨練，不僅改變了她的容貌，更重要的是改變了她的精神。艱辛的勞動，艱苦的生活，把她從不切實際的幻想的雲端拉回到切切實實的地面。站在我們面前的是一個新生的瑪蒂爾德。
在對瑪蒂爾德肅然起敬的同時，我聯想起另一個不幸的女子——包法利夫人。她與瑪蒂爾德一樣，在平庸的生活與令人窒息的社會環境里尋找夢想的幸福。但瑪蒂爾德一夜狂歡後，選擇了一條新的人生之路；而她在盡情享受了浪漫的愛情與奢侈的生活，財產盪盡，債務累累之後，沒有勇氣重新生活，而選擇了死亡。兩相比較，我不禁為瑪蒂爾德喝彩。
人生的際遇只是無數偶然性的連續，事前既無從逆料，事後也很難假設另一種可能。但是回首來路，我們還是情不自禁地設想：如果沒丟項鏈，她現在是怎樣一個景況呢？是仍舊每天做白日夢嗎？是為了夢想而鬱郁寡歡嗎？是的，有可能。而丟了項鏈之後，青春美貌和人格尊嚴這兩個砝碼擺在人生的天平上，逼著她作出選擇。她決定了，放棄了青春，選擇了尊嚴。人生最重要的一刻就是懂得放棄，尤其是放棄那些最耀眼的、最浮華的、最具誘惑力的東西。那麼這「極細小的一件事」是「敗壞」了她，還是「成全」了她？豪華的生活的確令瑪蒂爾德十分神往，但它不值得我們的瑪蒂爾德拿出全部情感和人生尊嚴去下注。當風華一一過去，她定然知道踏實、恬靜的心態是一筆怎樣的財富。年輕時因追逐浮華而大喜大悲是多麼的可笑可嘆，根本沒有腳踏實地地奮斗的人生更令人願意去回味。
故事發展到這里，我們已經明白，瑪蒂爾德為了保全自己的人生尊嚴付出了巨大的代價，這是不是悲劇呢？
一般認為，瑪蒂爾德最初是被強烈得可怕的虛榮心所俘虜；後來面臨選擇時，她義無返顧地作出了令人驚訝的決定。十年中，她同普通的窮苦婦女一樣生活勞動，在生活中找到了自己的位置，這又是多麼令人欣喜！再聯系結尾，我們同樣驚喜地看到我們的瑪蒂爾德再度遇見自己的依然年輕美貌的朋友時，臉上露出了燦爛的天真的笑容。這笑是她自信與驕傲的表現。她自信，因為她內心的充實；她驕傲，因為她找到了自己的人生價值。因此，當她聽說生活跟她開了一個更殘酷的玩笑——項鏈是假的時，她是會坦然面對的。
因此，我相信，這個小說使讀者在悲歡感慨之餘，還能對世上的人與事看得更深些、更遠些。它發人深省之處就是讓我們目睹了渾濁、虛假、拜金、物慾橫流的社會中的一顆金子般的心，一塊沉浸在墨水裡依舊保持美質的玉。這樣看來，瑪蒂爾德身上最美好的東西最終沒有毀滅。難道你還認為這是一個悲劇嗎？

5. 莫泊桑《珠寶》 故事英文簡介。

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. 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.

7. 美國短篇小說精粹50篇有哪五十篇

8. 英語小說閱讀《羊脂球》選文

英語小說閱讀《羊脂球》選文

《羊脂球》是法國作家莫泊桑創作的短篇小說。《羊脂球》是他的成名作，也是他的`代表作之一。《羊脂球》以1870—1871年普法戰爭為背景。通過代表當時法國社會各階層的10個人同乘一輛馬車逃往一個港口的故事，形象地反映出資產階級在這場戰爭中所表現出的卑鄙自私和出賣人民的丑惡嘴臉。

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. 《項鏈》的原文是什麼

項鏈

【法】莫泊桑

世上的漂亮動人的女子，每每像是由於命運的差錯似地，出生在一個小職員的家庭；我們現在要說的這一個正是這樣。她沒有陪嫁的資產，沒有希望，沒有任何方法使得一個既有錢又有地位的人認識她，了解她，愛她，娶她；到末了，她將將就就和教育部的一個小科員結了婚。
不能夠講求裝飾，她是樸素的，但是不幸得像是一個降了等的女人；因為婦女們本沒有階級，沒有門第之分，她們的美，她們的豐韻和她們的誘惑力就是供她們做出身和家世之用的。她們的天生的機警，出眾的本能，柔順的心靈，構成了她們唯一的等級，而且可以把民間的女子提得和最高的貴婦人一樣高。
她覺得自己本是為了一切精美的和一切豪華的事物而生的，因此不住地感到痛苦。由於自己房屋的寒傖，牆壁的粗糙，傢具的陳舊，衣料的庸俗，她非常難過。這一切，在另一個和她同等的婦人心上，也許是不會注意的，然而她卻因此傷心，又因此懊惱，那個替她照料瑣碎家務的布列塔尼省的小女傭人的樣子，使她產生了種種憂苦的遺憾和胡思亂想。她夢想著那些靜悄悄的接待室，如何蒙著東方的幃幕，如何點著青銅的高腳燈檠，如何派著兩個身穿短褲子的高個兒侍應生聽候指使，而熱烘烘的空氣暖爐使得兩個侍應生都在大型的圈椅上打盹。她夢想那些披著古代壁衣的大客廳，那些擺著無從估價的瓷瓶的精美傢具；她夢想那些精緻而且芬芳的小客廳，自己到了午後五點光景，就可以和親切的男朋友在那兒閑談，和那些被婦女界羨慕的並且渴望一顧的知名男子在那兒閑談。
然而事實上，她每天吃晚飯的時候，就在那張小圓桌跟前和她的丈夫對面坐下了，桌上蓋的白布要三天才換一回，丈夫把那隻湯池的蓋子一揭開，就用一種高興的神氣說道：「哈！好肉湯！世上沒有比它更好的……」因此她又夢想那些豐盛精美的筵席了，夢想那些光輝燦爛的銀器皿了，夢想那些滿綉著仙境般的園林和其間的古裝仕女以及古怪飛禽的壁衣了；她夢想那些用名貴的盤子盛著的佳餚美味了，夢想那些在吃著一份肉色粉紅的鱸魚或者一份松雞翅膀的時候帶著朗爽的微笑去細聽的情話了。
而且她沒有像樣的服裝，沒有珠寶首飾，什麼都沒有。可是她偏偏只歡喜這一套，覺得自己是為了這一套而生的。她早就指望自己能夠取悅於人，能夠被人羨慕，能夠有誘惑力而且被人追求。
她有一個有錢的女朋友，一個在教會女學里的女同學，可是現在已經不再想去看她，因為看了之後回來，她總會感到痛苦。於是她由於傷心，由於遺憾，由於失望並且由於憂慮，接連她要不料某一天傍晚，她丈夫帶著得意揚揚的神氣回來了，手裡拿著一個大信封。
「瞧吧，」他說：「這兒有點兒東西是專門為了你的。」她趕忙拆開了信封，從裡面抽了一張印著這樣語句的請帖：
「教育部長若爾日•郎波諾暨夫人榮幸地邀請駱塞爾先生和駱塞爾太太參加一月十八日星期一在本部大樓舉辦的晚會。」
她丈夫希望她一定快活得很，誰知她竟帶著傷心而且生氣的樣子把請帖扔到桌上，冷冰冰地說：
「你叫我拿著這東西怎麼辦？」
「不過，親人兒，我原以為你大概是滿意的。你素來不出門，並且這是一個機會，這東西，一個好機會！我費了多少力才弄到手。大家都想要請帖，它是很難弄到手的，卻又沒有
多少份發給同事們。將來在晚會上看得見政界的全部人物。」
她用一種暴怒的眼光瞧著他，後來她不耐煩地高聲說：
「你叫我身上穿著什麼到那兒去？」
他以前原沒有想到這一層；支吾地說：
「不過，你穿了去看戲的那件裙袍。我覺得它很好，我……」
瞧見他妻子流著眼淚，他不說話了，吃驚了，心裡糊塗了。兩大滴眼淚慢慢地從她的眼角向著口角流下來；他吃著嘴說：
「你有點怎樣？你有點怎樣？」
但是她用一種堅強的忍耐心鎮住了自己的痛苦，擦著自己那副潤濕了的臉蛋兒，一面用
一道寧靜的聲音回答：
「沒有什麼。不過我沒有衣裳，所以我不能夠去赴這個晚會。你倘若有一個同事，他的妻子能夠比我打扮得好些，你就把這份請帖送給他。」
他發愁了，接著說道：
「這么著吧，瑪蒂爾蒂。要花多少錢，一套像樣的衣裳，以後遇著機會你還可以再穿的，簡單一些的？」
她思索了好幾秒鍾，確定她的盤算，並且也考慮到這個數目務必可以由她要求，不至於引起這個節儉科員的一種吃驚的叫喚和一個乾脆的拒絕。
末了她遲遲疑疑地回答：
「細數呢，我不曉得，不過我估計，有四百金法郎，總可以辦得到。」
他的臉色有點兒發青了，因為他手裡正存著這樣一個數目預備去買一枝槍，使得自己在今年夏天的星期日里，可以和幾個打獵的朋友們到南兌爾那一帶平原地方去打鳥。
然而他卻回答道：
「就是這樣吧。我給你四百金法郎。不過你要想法子去做一套漂亮的裙袍。」
晚會的日期已經近了，駱塞爾太太好像在發愁，不放心，心裡有些焦躁不安。然而她的新裙袍卻辦好了。她丈夫某一天傍晚問她：
「你有點怎樣？想想吧，這三天以來，你是很異樣的。」於是她說：
「沒有一件首飾，沒有一粒寶石，插的和戴的，一點兒也沒有，這件事真教我心煩。簡直太窮酸了。現在我寧可不去赴這個晚會。」
他接著說道：
「你將來可以插戴幾朵鮮花。在現在的時令里，那是很出色的。花十個金法郎，你可以買得到兩三朵很好看的玫瑰花。」她一點也聽不進去。
「不成……世上最教人丟臉的，就是在許多有錢的女人堆里露窮相。」
但是她丈夫高聲叫喚起來：
「你真糊塗！去找你的朋友伏來士潔太太，問她借點首飾。你和她的交情，是可以開口的。」
她迸出了一道快活的叫喚：
「這是真的。這一層我當初簡直沒有想過。」
第二天，她到她這位朋友家裡去了，向她談起了自己的煩悶。
伏來士潔太太向著她那座嵌著鏡子的大衣櫃跟前走過去，取出一個大的盒子，帶過來打開向駱塞爾太太說：
「你自己選吧，親愛的。」
她最初看見許多手鐲，隨後一個用珍珠鑲成的項圈，隨後一個威尼斯款式的金十字架，鑲著寶石的，做工非常精巧。她在鏡子跟前試著這些首飾，遲疑不決，捨不得丟開這些東西，歸還這些東西。她老問著。
「你還有沒有一點什麼別的？」
「有的是，你自己找吧。我不曉得哪件合得上你的意思。」她忽然在一隻黑緞子做的小盒子里，發現了一串用金剛鑽鑲成的項鏈，那東西真地壓得倒一切；於是她的心房因為一種奢望漸漸跳起來。她雙手拿著那東西發抖，她把它壓著自己裙袍的領子繞在自己的頸項上面了，對著自己在鏡子里的影子出了半天的神。
後來，她帶看滿腔的顧慮遲疑地問道：
「你能夠借這東西給我嗎，我只借這一件？」
「當然可以，當然可以。」
她跳起來抱著她朋友的頸項，熱烈地吻了又吻，末後，她帶著這件寶貝溜也似地走了。
晚會的日子到了，駱塞爾太太得到極大的成功，她比一般女賓都要漂亮，時髦，迷人，不斷地微笑，並且樂得發狂。一般男賓都望著她出神，探聽她的姓名，設法使人把自己引到她跟前作介紹。本部機要處的人員都想和她跳舞，部長也注意她。
她用陶醉的姿態舞著，用興奮的動作舞著，她沉醉在歡樂里，她滿意於自己的容貌的勝利，滿意於自己的成績的光榮；滿意於那一切阿諛贊嘆和那場使得女性認為異常完備而且甜美的凱歌，一種幸福的祥雲包圍著她。所以她什麼都不思慮了。
她是清晨四點鍾光景離開的。她丈夫自從半夜十二點鍾光景，就同著另外三位男賓在一間無人理會的小客廳里睡著了；這三位男賓的妻子也正舞得很快活。
他對她的肩頭上披上了那些為了上街而帶來的衣裳，家常用的儉朴的衣裳，這些東西的寒傖意味是和跳舞會里的服裝的豪華氣派不相稱的。她感到了這一層，於是為了避免另外那些裹著珍貴皮衣的太太們注意，她竟想逃遁了。
駱塞爾牽住了她：
「等著吧。你到外面會受寒。我去找一輛出租的街車來吧。」
不過她絕不聽從他，匆匆忙忙下了台階兒。等到他倆走到街上竟找不著車了；於是他倆開始去尋覓，追著那些他們遠遠地望得見的車子。
他倆向著塞納河的河沿走下去，兩個人感到失望，渾身冷得發抖。末了，他倆在河沿上竟找著了一輛像是夜遊病者一樣的舊式轎車——這樣的車子白天在巴黎如同感到自慚形穢，所以要到天黑以後才看得見它們。
車子把他倆送到殉教街的寓所大門外了，他倆惆悵地上了樓。在她，這算是結束了。而他呢，卻想起了自己明天早上十點鍾應當到部。
她在鏡子跟前脫下了那些圍著肩頭的大氅之類，想再次端詳端詳無比榮耀的自己。但是陡然間她發出了一聲狂叫。她已經沒有那串圍著頸項的金剛鑽項鏈了！
她丈夫這時候已經脫了一半衣裳，連忙問：
「你有點怎樣？」
她發痴似地轉過身來向著他：
「我已經……我已經……我現在找不著伏來士潔太太那串項鏈了。」
他張皇失措地站起來：
「什麼！……怎樣！……哪兒會有這樣的事！」
於是他倆在那件裙袍的衣褶里，大氅的衣褶里，口袋裡，都尋了一個遍。到處都找不到它。
他問道：
「你能夠保證離開舞會的時候還掛著那東西嗎？」
「對呀，我在部里的過道里還摸過它。」
「不過，倘若你在路上失掉了它，我們可以聽得見它落下去的聲響。它應當在車子里。」
「對呀。這是可能的。你可曾記下車子的號碼？」
「沒有。你呢，你當初也沒有注意？」
「沒有。」
他倆口呆目瞪地互相瞧著。末了，駱塞爾重新著好了衣裳。
「我去，」他說，「我去把我倆步行經過的路線再走一遍，去看看是不是可以找得著它。」
於是他出街了。她呢，連睡覺的氣力都沒有，始終沒有換下那套參加晚會的衣裳，就靠在一把圍椅上面，屋子裡沒有生火，腦子里什麼也不想。
她丈夫在七點鍾回家。什麼也沒有找得著。
他走到警察總廳和各報館里去懸一種賞格，又走到各處出租小馬車的公司，總而言之，凡是有一線希望的地方都走了一個遍。
她對著這種駭人的大禍，在驚愕狀態中間整整地等了一天。
駱塞爾在傍晚的時候帶著瘦削灰白的臉回來了；他一點什麼也沒有發現過。
「應當，」他說，「寫信給你那個女朋友說你弄斷了那串項鏈的搭鉤，現在正叫人在那裡修理。這樣我們就可以有周轉的時間。」
她在他的口授之下寫了這封信。
一星期以後，他們任何希望都消失了。並且駱塞爾像是老了五年，高聲說道：
「現在應當設法去賠這件寶貝了。」
第二天，他們拿了盛那件寶貝的盒子，照著盒子裡面的招牌到了珠寶店裡，店裡的老闆查過了許多賬簿。
「從前，太太，這串項鏈不是我店裡賣出去的，我只做了這個盒子。」
於是他倆到一家家的首飾店去訪問了，尋覓一件和失掉的那件首飾相同的東西，憑著自己的記憶力做參考，他倆因為傷心和憂愁都快要生病了。
他們在故宮街一家小店裡找到了一串用金剛鑽鑲成的念珠，他們覺得正像他們尋覓的那一串。它值得四萬金法郎。店裡可以作三萬六千讓給他倆。
他們所以央求那小店的老闆在三天之內不要賣掉這東西。並且另外說好了條件：倘若原有的那串在二月底以前找回來，店裡就用三萬四千金當郎收買這串回去。
駱塞爾本存著他父親從前留給他的一萬八千金法郎。剩下的數目就得去借了。
他動手借錢了，向這一個借一千金法郎，向那個借五百，向這里借五枚魯意金元，向另一處又借三枚。他簽了許多借據，訂了許多破產性的契約，和那些盤剝重利的人，各種不同國籍的放款人打交道。他損害了自己後半生的前程，他不顧成敗利鈍冒險地簽上了自己的名姓，並且，想到了將來的苦惱，想到了就會壓在身上的黑暗貧窮，想到了整個物質上的匱乏和全部精神上的折磨造成的遠景，他感到恐怖了，終於走到那個珠寶商人的櫃台邊放下了三萬六千金法郎，取了那串新項鏈。
在駱塞爾太太把首飾還給伏來士潔太太的時候，這一位用一種不高興的神情向她說：
「你應當早點兒還給我，因為我也許要用它。」
她當時並沒有打開那隻盒子，這正是她的女朋友擔憂的事。倘若看破了這件代替品，她將要怎樣想？她難道不會把她當做一個賊？
駱塞爾太太嘗到了窮人的困窘生活了。此外，突然一下用英雄氣概打定了主意，那筆駭人的債是必須償還的。她預備償還它。他們辭退了女傭；搬了家；租了某處屋頂底下的一間閣樓下。
她開始做種種家務上的粗硬工作了，廚房裡可厭的日常任務了。她洗濯杯盤碗碟，在罐子鍋子的油垢底子上磨壞了那些玫瑰色的手指頭。內衣和抹布都由她親自用肥皂洗濯再晾到繩子上；每天早起，她搬運垃圾下樓，再把水提到樓上，每逢走完一層樓，就得坐在樓梯上喘口氣。並且穿著得像是一個平民婦人了，她挽著籃子走到蔬菜店裡、雜貨店裡和肉店裡去講價錢，去挨罵，極力一個銅元一個銅元地去防護她那點兒可憐的零錢。
每月都要收回好些借據，一面另外立幾張新的去展緩日期。
她丈夫在傍晚的時候替一個商人謄清賬目，時常到了深夜，他還得抄錄那種五個銅元一面的書。
末後，這種生活延長到十年之久。
十年之末，他倆居然還清了全部債務，連同高利貸者的利錢以及由利上加利滾成的數目。
駱塞爾太太像是老了。現在，她已經變成了貧苦人家的強健粗硬而且耐苦的婦人了。亂挽著頭發，歪歪地系著裙子，露著一雙發紅的手，高聲說話，大盆水洗地板。但是有時候她丈夫到辦公室里去了，她獨自坐在窗前，於是就回想從前的那個晚會，那個跳舞會，在那裡，她當時是那樣美貌，那樣快活。
倘若當時沒有失掉那件首飾，她現在會走到什麼樣的境界？誰知道？誰知道？人生真是古怪，真是變化無常啊。無論是害您或者救您，只消一點點小事。
然而，某一個星期日，她正走到香榭麗舍大街兜個圈子去調劑一周之中的日常勞作，這時候忽然看見了一個帶著孩子散步的婦人。那就是伏來士潔太太，她始終是年輕的，始終是美貌的，始終是有誘惑力的。
駱塞爾太太非常激動。要不要去和她攀談？對的，當然。並且自己現在已經還清了債務，可以徹底告訴她。為什麼不？她走近前去了。
「早安，約翰妮。」
那一位竟一點兒也不認識她了，以為自己被這個平民婦人這樣親熱地叫喚是件怪事，她支支吾吾地說：
「不過……這位太太！……我不知道……大概應當是您弄錯了。
「沒有錯。我是瑪蒂爾德•駱塞爾呀。」
她那個女朋友狂叫了一聲：
「噢！……可憐的瑪蒂爾德，你真變了樣子！……」
「對呀，我過了許多很艱苦的日子，自從我上一次見過你以後；並且種種苦楚都是為了你！……」
「為了我……這是怎樣一回事？」
「從前，你不是借了一串金剛鑽項鏈給我到部里參加晚會，現在，你可還記得？」
「記得，怎樣呢？」
「怎樣，我丟了那串東西。」
「哪兒的話，你早已還給我了。」
「我從前還給你的是另外一串完全相同的。到現在，我們花了十年工夫才付清它的代價。像我們什麼也沒有的人，你明白這件事是不容易的……現在算是還清了帳，我是結結實實滿意的了。」
伏來士潔太太停住了腳步：
「你可是說從前買了一串金剛鑽項鏈來賠償我的那一串？」
「對呀，你從前簡直沒有看出來，是嗎？那兩串東西原是完全相同的。」
說完，她用一陣自負而又天真的快樂神氣微笑了。
伏來士潔太太很受感動了，抓住了她兩只手：
「唉。可憐的瑪蒂爾德，不過我那一串本是假的，頂多值得五百金法郎！……」