英語短篇小說教程課後答案

Ⅰ 英語短篇小說泄密的心翻譯

泄密的心
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真的！焦慮，很焦慮，極其焦慮，經久以來，我都超級焦慮；可是為何說我瘋了？病痛消弱了我的知覺——木有消除——木有麻痹我的知覺。先說說我的聽力。放耳聽去，天上人間，冥界繁事，盡收耳內。所以我怎麼算是瘋子？聽仔細了！我可以不緊不慢、心平氣和地告訴你整個故事的來龍去脈。
講不清啥時候第一次冒出這念頭；但自從想過後，它就日日夜夜縈繞心頭。木啥目的，也木啥貪念。我還挺喜歡那老人。他自從木有煩擾，甚至辱罵過我。我也不念叨他的小金庫。我想：是他的眼！對，就是他的眼！他其中一隻眼像禿鷹眼一樣——蒼藍色。每次他看我，我都全身涼透了；所以，自然而然，我決定滅了他，永遠脫離出那陰冷的視線。
此時正是關鍵。你當我是瘋子？瘋子可是什麼都不知道。你已經明白我做事多麼理智，多麼謹慎，多麼高瞻遠矚——我若無其事地上班！殺他前一星期，我對這老人超殷勤。每晚，午夜，我打開他的卧室門——哎，要多輕柔就多輕柔的說！接著，門縫夠容下腦袋時，我就伸進去一盞提燈。燈被裹得緊緊的，黑乎乎的，一絲光都不透的。然後我伸進頭。哈哈，你要是真看到我怎麼機智地進去的，你肯定會點32個贊的！我慢慢的，很慢很慢，超級緩慢地伸進頭，當然吵不醒那熟睡的老人啦。差不多1小時後，我才完全伸進頭去，就看到他躺在床上。哈哈——瘋子有這智商？後來，我可以方便點動時，就打開提燈。哇塞，我那麼謹慎，那麼小心，剛好露出一絲光線，正好投射到他那禿鷹眼。
連續七晚，我都干這事——每晚午夜——但是他眼睛一直閉著的；我沒辦法下手；因為惹火我的不是這個老人，而是他的魔眼。每天早晨，我進屋，親切地和他交談，誇獎他，呼喚他，問候他睡得好嗎。因此正如你所見，實際上他是純良之人，毫不懷疑每晚午夜時分我窺視他的睡顏。
第八天晚上，一如既往，我極其小心地開門。動作比手錶分針還磨蹭。此前，我從不知道我預見能力這么厲害。勝利在望，我又害怕又激動。心有所思地一點點推開門。他做夢都想不到我的心思我的行為。一想到這，我咯咯地笑了。莫非他聽到了？他好像驚醒，突然動了。你可能猜我現在會退縮——錯。他房間那麼黑，暗黑得不得了，（他害怕匪徒所以緊綳著身子顫抖。）因此我知道他看不見門在打開。我依舊偷偷摸摸地推開門。我伸進頭，要開提燈，手指剛滑過燈線，老人在床上跳起大吼「誰在那？」
我一動不動，始終沉默。一個小時過去了，我一絲肌肉也不曾鬆懈。這時我聽到他躺下的聲音。他也躺在床上聽著——如同我夜夜做的那樣，聽到死神注視著牆面。馬上我就聽到極低的嗚聲，我曉得這是神經恐懼才有的聲音。這不是因為疼痛或憂傷而產生——絕不是！這是過度驚悚時，從心靈深處升起的陰郁的顫抖的聲音。我深知這聲音。每每深夜，萬物皆眠，唯我夢醒子時，內心深處、靈魂深淵中就發出這種聲音，回聲陣陣，讓我恐懼到崩潰。我說了我了解這種聲音。我知道老人想啥子。雖然我心裡竊笑但我仍可憐他。我知道從第一次輕微聲音使他在床上轉身時，他就一直清醒著。他越來越害怕。他嘗試去忽視，但這不可能做到。他不停地自語——「什麼事都沒有，只是煙囪里的風——只是老鼠穿過地板」或「只是蟋蟀的聲音」。是的，他一直這么安慰他自己：但是白費力氣。毫無作用；因為死神來了，都站在他面前和他的影子談判，簽約受害者了。老人感覺得到陰郁地黑影——雖然看不見聽不到——卻真切感知我存在在房間里。
我耐心地呆了很久，還沒聽到他躺下的聲音。我打開了提燈，僅露出一絲縫隙。我開燈了——你想不到我有多偷偷摸摸地開燈——終於，從蜘蛛絲般細的狹縫里射出一線光，落進那禿鷹般的眼眸中。
睜著眼睛的——掙得大大的——看到這些我變得激動。我清楚明白地看到它——蒼藍的眸，似蒙了昏沉的紗，讓我感到徹骨寒氣；但我看不到老人的臉或身體：因為我順著光線直接精準鎖定目標。
跟你說了沒？有這么敏銳的感官會是瘋子？——此刻，我聽到一種聲音，沉悶，模糊，像是鍾表在棉花里發出的聲音。我也熟悉這種聲音。這是老人的心跳聲。我更為興奮，好像受到鼓聲激勵的士兵。但是我依然克制自己，保持沉默，呼吸都有些膽怯。我恍惚地提著燈，小心地保持光線照在那眼上。同時，那該死的心臟跳得更歡了。速度越來越快，聲音越來越大。他一定怕極了！聲音越來越大，分分鍾變大！——你懂我意思嗎？我說過我焦慮：我現在就焦慮著。今晚，挺屍的時，房內死一般的沉寂，多麼搞怪，我驚訝有這聲響竟讓我產生難以抑制的恐慌。目前為止，我仍極度克制，數分鍾一動不動。此時，我異常焦慮——鄰居會聽到聲音的！動手時候到了！大吼一聲，扔掉還亮著的提燈，我沖進房間。老人驚叫一聲——僅一聲。我一下把他抓到地上，掀倒厚重的床板壓住他。然後我會心地笑了。可是，過了很久，他心臟還跳著，發出那種沉悶的聲音。不過這回我沒發火；隔牆聽不到這聲音。終於聲音消失了，老人死了。我移開床，檢查屍身。的確，他死得硬硬的。我手在他心臟那很久，沒有感覺到脈搏。他最終死了。他的眼再也不會煩我了。
還當我瘋了么？聽完我多麼聰明細心地藏屍後，你就不會這么想了。夜深，我安靜地忙碌著。首先，肢解屍體，砍下頭、胳膊和腿。接著拿起卧室地板上的三個木板，把屍塊放入方格。然後重新放好木板。我如此聰慧如此機敏。沒人，就算是老人的眼——也察覺不到異常。沒啥要清洗的——沒任何污漬——沒血斑，啥子也沒有。我超級謹慎地處理了。都用澡盆清洗過了——哈哈！
都處理完，到四點了——天依然漆黑如午夜。鍾聲響起，街上傳來陣陣敲門聲。我淡定地下樓開門——我還有啥怕頭？進來三個人，他們和善地介紹自己是警署人員。那晚鄰居聽到那聲尖叫了；已經懷疑涉嫌謀殺；他們在警局登記了信息，已經開始著手調查。
我笑了——我還怕什麼？我歡迎他們進屋。我說，我做夢時尖叫了。還說，老人去鄉下了沒在這。我讓調查人員在屋子裡全部查看下。我請求他們好好查查——查仔細了。我帶他們去他的卧室。我給他們看他的財寶，一分不少，穩穩當當地放著呢。我相信自己，所以我熱情地搬了椅子進那間屋，招呼他們坐，緩緩疲乏。而我自己，肆無忌憚，坐在存放遇害者屍體的位置上的那把椅子上。警察們很滿意。我的舉止取信了他們。我非常放鬆。他們說話，我也開心地回應著。他們聊著類似的事情。不過，一會兒，我覺得不舒服了，我想他們先離開。我頭疼，幻聽到鈴聲：但他們還坐那兒聊天。鈴聲清晰了，越來越清晰。我說得更加流暢，不顧自己的感受。可是聲音還在，更清晰，更悠長，原來不是在耳朵里響的。
毫無疑問，我現在很虛弱——但是我說得更流利，聲音高昂。聲音越來越大——我能怎麼辦？有低沉的模糊的頻率很快的聲音——像棉花里的鍾表聲。我呼吸不順——警察還沒聽到吧。我說得更快速——更激動；可是雜聲自動變大了。我提高嗓門，嘲諷爭辯，聲音高昂，舉止粗魯；但是那聲音還在增大。他們為什麼還不離開？我大步走來走去，好像被人們看著而激動起來——但是他們干嗎還不滾？我要怎麼辦？我吐口水——胡言亂語——發誓！那些人正愉快地談笑。他們可能聽不到？萬能的神吶！——不，不可能！——他們懷疑啦！——他們嘲笑我的恐懼！——我止不住地這么想。但是沒什麼比這痛苦更糟糕了！沒什麼比嘲笑更不能容忍的了！我受不了這些虛偽的笑容了！我感覺我要麼咆哮要麼去死！——此刻——又來了！——聽！吵！很吵！更吵了！越來越吵！
「夠啦」我吼叫「別裝了！我承認我乾的！掀開地板——這兒，就這兒——就他的心跳聲在吵。」

Ⅱ 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.

Ⅲ 英語短篇小說選讀課文翻譯

Burnt Norton 燒毀的諾頓
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Time present and time past 現在和過去的時光
Are both perhaps present in time future, 也許都存在於未來之中，
And time future contained in time past.且未來的時光包含於過往。
If all time is eternally present假如所有時間都永恆存在
All time is unredeemable.所有時間都無法履行。
What might have been is an abstraction本該如此的是一種抽象
Remaining a perpetual possibility維持著永久的可能性，
Only in a world of speculation.僅僅在思索的世界裡。
What might have been and what has been 本該如此的和已經如此的
Point to one end, which is always present.指向同一端點，那始終是現在。
Footfalls echo in the memory 腳步聲回響在記憶里
Down the passage which we did not take沿著那條我們沒有選擇的走廊
Towards the door we never opened向著那扇我們從沒有開啟的門
Into the rose-garden. My words echo進入這玫瑰花園。我的話語
Thus, in your mind.就這樣，回響於你心中。
But to what purpose但是為了何種目的
Disturbing the st on a bowl of rose-leaves擾亂了一缽玫瑰葉上的塵埃？
I do not know. 我不知道。
Other echoes其他的迴音
Inhabit the garden. Shall we follow?棲息於這花園。我們應該跟上嗎？
Quick, said the bird, find them, find them,快點，鳥兒說，找到他們，找到他們，
Round the corner. Through the first gate,轉過牆角。穿過那第一道門，
Into our first world, shall we follow 進入我們第一個世界，我們是否應該
The deception of the thrush? Into our first world.聽從那鶇鳥的欺騙？進入我們第一個世界。
There they were, dignified, invisible, 他們在那裡，高貴威嚴，無影無形，
Moving without pressure, over the dead leaves, 輕飄飄的移動，於枯死的葉子之上，
In the autumn heat, through the vibrant air,在秋日的悶熱里，穿過蒸騰的空氣，
And the bird called, in response to 並且鳥兒鳴叫著，回應
The unheard music hidden in the shrubbery,那藏在灌木叢中無聲的音樂，
And the unseen eyebeam crossed, for the roses無形的眼神掃過，為著玫瑰們
Had the look of flowers that are looked at.曾有過現在眼前的花容。
There they were as our guests, accepted and accepting.他們在那裡，作為客人，被我們接待也接待我們。
So we moved, and they, in a formal pattern, 所以我們走動著，他們也是，以拘謹的隊列，
Along the empty alley, into the box circle, 沿著空寂的小巷，進入天井（what does box circle mean?)，
To look down into the drained pool.俯視枯竭了的池塘。
Dry the pool, dry concrete, brown edged, 乾涸的池塘，硬結的水泥，烘焦了的池沿，
And the pool was filled with water out of sunlight,池塘里卻被從陽光流出的水充滿，
And the lotos rose, quietly, quietly,蓮花升起來，靜靜的，靜靜的，
The surface glittered out of heart of light,池面從光明的心靈中閃爍著，
And they were behind us, reflected in the pool.他們在我們身後，倒映在池中。
Then a cloud passed, and the pool was empty.然後一朵雲彩飄過，池子空空如也。
Go, said the bird, for the leaves were full of children,去吧，鳥兒說，因樹葉叢中滿是孩子們，
Hidden excitedly, containing laughter.興奮地隱藏著，有著克制的笑聲。
Go, go, go, said the bird: human kind去吧，去，去，鳥兒說：人類
Cannot bear very much reality.無法忍受太多的真實。
Time past and time future過去和未來的時光
What might have been and what has been本該如此的和已經如此的
Point to one end, which is always present.指向同一端點，那始終是現在。