原文莳萝泡菜a-dill-pickle英文

1、原文莳萝泡菜a-dill-pickle英文版a dill picklekatherine mansfield1. and then, after six years, she saw him again. he was seated at one of those little bamboo tables decorated with a japanese vase of paper daffodils. he was peeling an orange.2. he must have felt that shock of recognition in her for looked up an

2、d met her eye! incredible! he didn't know her. she smiled, he frowned. she came towards him. he closed his eyes an instant, but opening them his face lit up as though he had struck a match in a dark room. he laid down the orange and pushed back his chair.3. "vera!" he exclaimed. "

3、how strange. really, for a moment i didn't know you. won't you sit down won't you have some coffee"4. "yes, i'd like some coffee." and she sat down opposite him.5. "you've changed. you've changed very much," he said, staring at her with eager, lighted

4、 look. "you look so well. i've never seen you look so well before."6. "really" she raised her veil and unbuttoned her high fur collar. "i don't feel very well. i can't bear this weather, you know."7. "ah,no. you hate the cold."8. "loathe it.&q

5、uot; she shuddered. "and the worst of it is that the older one grows."9. he interrupted her. "excuse me," and tapped on the table for waitress. "please bring some coffee and cream." to her:" you are sure you won't eat anything"10. "no, thanks. nothing

6、."11. "then that's settled." and smiling he took up the orange again. "you were saying-the older one grows-"12. "the colder," she laughed. but she was thinking how well she remembered that trick of his-the trick of interrupting her-and of how it used to exasper

7、ate her six years ago.13. "the colder," he echoed her words, laughing too. "ah, ah. you still say the same things and there is another thing about you that is not changed at all- your beautiful voice. i don't know what it is- i've often wondered-that makes your voice such a -h

8、aunting memory. do you remember that first afternoon we spent together at kew garden you were so surprised because i did not know the names of any flowers. i am still just as ignorant for all your telling me. but whenever it's very fine and warm, and i see some bright colour i hear your voice sa

9、ying:"geranium, marigold, and verbena," you remember that afternoon"14. " oh,yes,very well." she drew a long, soft breath. yet, what had remained in her mind of that particular afternoon was an absurd scene. a great many people taking tea in a chinese pagoda, and he behaving

10、 like a maniac about the wasps-waving them away, flapping at them with his straw hat, serious and infuriated out of all proportion to the occasion. how she had suffered.15. but now, as he spoke, that memory faded. his was the truer.16. yes, it had been a wonderful afternoon, full of flowers and -war

11、m sunshine. her thoughts lingered over the last two words. and in the warmth, as it were, another memory unfolded. she saw herself sitting on a lawn. he lay beside her, and suddenly, he rolled over and put his head in her lap.17. "i wish," he said in a low, troubled voice," i wish tha

12、t i had taken poison and were about to die- here now!"18. she leaned over him.19. "ah, why do you say that"20. but he gave a kind of soft moan, and taking her hand he held it to his cheek.21. "because i know i am going to love you too much. and i shall suffer so terribly, vera, b

13、ecause you never, never will love me."22. he was certainly far better looking now than he had been then. he had lost all that dreamy vagueness and indecision. now he had the air of a man who has found his place in life. he must have made money, too. his clothes were admirable, and at that momen

14、t he pulled a russian cigarette case out of his pocket.23. "won't you smoke"24. "yes, i will." she hovered over them. "they look very good."25. "i get them made for me by a little man in st james's street. i don't smoke very much, but when i do, they mu

15、st be delicious. smoking isn't a habit with me; it's a luxury-like perfume. are you still so fond of perfumes ah, when i in russia."26. she broke in:"you've really been to russia" 27. "oh, yes. i was there for over a year. have you forgotten how we used to talk of goi

16、ng there"28. "no, i've not forgotten."29. he gave a strange half laugh and leaned back in his chair.30. "isn't it curious i have really carried out all those journeys that we planned. in fact, i have spent the last three years of my life travelling all the time. spain, co

17、rsica, siberia, russia, egypt. the only country left is china, and i mean to go there, too, when the war is over."31. as he spoke, so lightly, tapping the end of his cigarette against the ashtray, she felt the strange beast that had slumbered so long within her bosom stir, stretch itself, yawn,

18、 prick up its ears, and suddenly bound to its feet, and fix its longing, hungry stare upon those far away places. but all she said was, smiling gently:"how i envy you."32. "it has been," he said, "wonderful-especially russia. i even spent some days on a river boat on the vol

19、ga. do you remember that boatman's song that you used to play"33. "yes." it began to play as she spoke.34. "do you even play it now"35. "no, i've no piano."36. he was amazed at that. "bfut what has become of your beautiful piano"37. she made a lit

20、tle grimace."sold. ages ago."38. "but you were so fond of music," he wondered.39. "i've no time for it now."said she.40. he let it go at that." that river life," he went on, "is something quite special. after a day or two you can't realize that yo

21、u have even known another. and it is not necessary to know the language- the life of the boat creates a bond between you and the people that's more than sufficient. you eat with them, pass the day with them, and in the evening there is that endless singing."41. she shivered, hearing the boa

22、tman's song break out again loud and tragic, and seeing the boat floating on the darkening river with melancholy trees on either side.42. "you'd like almost everything about russia life," he said warmly. "it's so informal, so impulsive, so free. and then the peasants are s

23、o splendid. i remember the evening some friends and i went for a picnic by the black sea. we took supper and champagne and ate and drank on the grass. and while we were eating the coachman came up."have a dill pickle," he said. he wanted to share with us: that seemed to me so right, so -yo

24、u know what i mean"43. and she seemed at that moment to be sitting on the grass beside the mysteriously black sea, black as velvet, and rippling against the banks in silent, velvet waves. she saw the little group on the grass, their faces and hands white in the moonlight. apart from them, with

25、his supper in a cloth on his knees, sat the coachman. "have a dill pickle," said he, and although she was not certain what a dill pickle was, she saw the greenish glass jar with a red chili like a parrot's beak.44. "yes, i know perfectly what you mean," she said.45. in the pa

26、use that followed they looked at each other. in the past when they had looked at each other like that they had felt that their souls had, as it were, put their arms round each other and dropped into the same tea, content, to be drowned, like mournful lovers. but now, he said:" what a marvelous

27、listener you are. when you look at me with those wild eyes i feel that i could tell you things that i would never breathe to another human being."46. was there just a hint of mockery in his voice she could not be sure.47. "how well i remember one night, the night that i brought you the lit

28、tle christmas tree, telling you all about my childhood. and of how i was miserable that i ran away and lived under a cart in our yard for two days without being discovered. and you listened, and your eyes shone, and i felt that you had even made the little christmas tree listen too, as in a fairy st

29、ory."48. "the dog was called bosun," she cried, delightedly.49. but he did not follow." what dog? had you a dog"50. "no, no. i meant the yard dog when you were a little dog."51. he laughed and snapped the cigarette case to.52. "was he do you know i had recogni

30、zed you today- i had to take such a leap back to that time." he drummed on the table " i've often thought how i must have bored you. and now i understand so perfectly why you wrote to me as you did- although at the time that letter nearly finished my life. i found it again the other da

31、y, and i couldnt help laughing as i read it, it was so clever-such a true picture of me." he glanced up. " you're not going"53. she had buttoned her collar again and drawn down her veil.54. "yes, i am afraid i must,"she said, and managed a smile.55. "ah, no,please,&

32、quot;he pleaded. "don't go just for moment," and he caught up one of her gloves from the table and clutched at if as if that would hold her. "i see so few people to talk to nowadays, that i have turned into a sort of barbarian," he said."have i said something to hurt you

33、"56. "not a bit." she lied. but as she watched him draw her glove through his fingers, gently, gently, her anger really did die down.57. "what i really wanted then," he said softly,"was to be a sort of carpet- for you to walk on so that you need not be hurt by the sharp

34、 stones and the mud you hated so. it was nothing more selfish than that. only i did desire, eventually, to turn into a magic carpet and carry you away to all those lands you longed to see."58. as he spoke she lifted her head as though she drank something; the strange beast in her bosom began to

35、 purr . . . 59. "i felt that you were more lonely than anybody else in the world," he went on, "and yet, perhaps, that you were the only person in the world who was really, truly alive. 60. ah, god! what had she done! how had she dared to throw away her happiness like this! this was t

36、he only man who had ever understood her. was it too late could it be too late 61. "and then the fact that you had no friends and never had made friends with people. how i understood that, for neither had i. is it just the same now" 62. "yes," she breathed. "just the same. i

37、am as alone as ever." 63. "so am i," he laughed gently, "just the same."64. suddenly with a quick gesture he handed her back the glove and scraped his chair on the floor. "but what seemed to me so mysterious then is perfectly plain to me now. and to you, too, of course.

38、 . . . it simply was that we were such egoists, so self-engrossed, so wrapped up in ourselves that we hadn't a corner in our hearts for anybody else. do you know," he cried, naive and hearty.65. she had gone. he sat there, thunder-struck, astounded beyond words.1.六年之后她又见到了他。他坐在那其中的一张小竹桌前桌上的

39、日式花瓶里插着纸质的水仙。他点了一高盘水果小心翼翼地剥着橙子她马上就认出他这个招牌动作。 2. 他也一定是察觉到她认出他时的表现的震惊，他抬起头来与她四目相对。真难以置信他竟然不认识她。她微微一笑而他皱了皱眉。她向他走来。他闭了会儿眼再睁开的时候他眼前一亮仿佛在黑屋里划燃了一根火柴。他放下橙子把椅子向后挪了挪随后她从皮手套里取出纤纤玉手朝他伸过来。 3.“薇拉”他叫道“好奇特真的那一刻我还没认出你来。你不坐坐么你吃过午饭没有要不要来点咖啡” 她迟疑了一下当然她本意在如此。 4.“好吧我喝杯咖啡。”她在他对面坐下。 5.“你变了。你变了很多啊。”他说着一边热切地看着她神采奕奕地样子。“你看上去很

40、不错我过去从没见你这么漂亮。” 6.“是么”她撩起面纱解开高高的皮领套“我觉得不太舒服你知道的我受不了这种天气。” 7.“噢是啊你怕冷。” 8.“厌恶极了。”她打了个寒战“最可恶的是人越老就越。” 9.他打断了她的话“对不起”他敲着桌子招呼着服务员“请给我们上杯咖啡和奶油。”他又对她说“你难道不想吃点什么了水果什么的这儿的水果不错。” 10.“不要了谢谢。” 11.“那就这么着。”他笑着带着莫名的意味然后接着剥橙子。“你刚才要说的是人越老就怎么着” 12.“越怕冷”她笑了。其实她刚刚想着她记得多么清楚6年前自己对他这一套打断自己这套是多么的深恶痛绝。他在她说话当中突然地用手去捂她的嘴一边转过身

41、去注意到别的事情上去然后松开手再莫名其妙地露出一丝浅笑把注意力重新回到她这儿。现在我们都是过来人了那些事也就一笔勾销了。 13.“越怕冷了呀”他重复着她的话也呵呵一笑。“啊啊你还是在抱怨同样的事啊另外你还有一点没变你优美的嗓音还有你说话时的方式。”此时他显得很严肃向她探过来她立刻闻到了一股温热刺鼻的橙子皮味道。“你只要说一个字我就能从一堆其他人的声音里分辨出你的来。我也不知道是怎么回事我常常在想是什么让你的声音如此难忘你记得吗我们在柯郁花园kew gardens一起度过的第一个下午。那时因为我对那些花名一窍不通你很吃惊虽然你跟我说过我对花名仍旧那么无知。不过每逢和煦温暖的日子我看到那些个姹紫嫣

42、红奇怪地很我就能听到你的声音在说这是天竺葵、万寿菊和马鞭草。我觉得这三个词就是我能记起的于某种遗忘掉的天籁之语。你还记得那个下午么” 14.“哦是啊我记得很清楚。”她长长地、轻柔地吸了口气好像他们中间的纸水仙香气泌人。可是她记忆里对那天下午还留有的印象却是茶桌上的荒谬一幕。有很多人在一个中式宝塔里喝茶而他被黄蜂惹恼后像个疯子不停地挥舞手臂轰赶还用草帽四处拍打显得不合时宜地紧张和愤怒。那些偷笑着喝茶的人倒是被逗得乐不可支了。她当时可是坐如针毡呐。 15.然而现在他提起时记忆里的画面也在褪去。16.他说的情景倒显得更真实。的确那天下午的光景真不错到处是天竺葵、万寿菊和马鞭草还有暖洋洋的日头。 她的

43、思绪逗留在最后两个单词上好似在轻颂一般。 仿佛确实有一段回忆在温暖中展开。在草坪上她坐着而他躺在她身边突然一段长久的沉寂之后他靠过来把头枕在她的腿上。 17.“我希望我真希望刚刚服过毒正要死去就在这儿”他低声说声音里带着焦虑。 在那一刻一个身着白衣的小女孩举着一支鲜艳欲滴的百合花从后面的树丛中跳了出来直勾勾地盯着他们又一跃回去了。他没看见18.她前倾的身体挡住了他。 19.“啊你怎么这么说呢我不会这么说。” 20.他轻声发出一声呻吟举起她的手放在自己脸上。 21.“因为我知道我会爱你太深深不可测。而我将遭受巨大的痛苦因为你永远永远也不会爱我。” 22.如今他自然比从前精神多了。过去的梦游似的迷

44、迷糊糊和优柔寡断早已不在。他有一种已经安身立业的男人的派头举手投足间透着自信和自得。他一定也已经赚了钱衣着颇为考究刚才还从衣兜里掏出一盒俄罗斯产的香烟。 23.“你抽烟吗” 24.“抽这烟看着不错。”她俯下身子看着。 25.“的确不错我从圣·詹姆斯街上的一个小个子男人那儿定制的平时不怎么抽。我跟你不一样我要是抽就要抽气味芳香现做的烟。抽烟于我不是一种习惯而是一种享受像香水。你还是那么迷恋香水么。啊我在俄罗斯的时候” 26.她插了一句“你真的去俄罗斯了” 27.“是啊我在那儿呆了一年多。你忘啦我们过去常说要去那儿。” 28.“对这我没忘。” 29. 他带着一种奇怪的似笑非笑的表情向后靠

45、在椅子上。30. “真有意思不是么我还真格地把我们曾经计划的那些旅行都走一趟。是啊我去了我们说起过的所有的地方都停留了够久的就像你说的要浸淫其中。事实上我过去的三年都在旅行中度过西班牙、科西嘉、西伯利亚、俄罗斯还有埃及。唯一落下的一个国家只有中国了我打算等战争结束了也到那儿去一趟 31.他讲得很是惬意一边在烟灰缸里磕着烟蒂。她觉得胸间好像有一只沉睡已久的怪兽在躁动舒展身体打个哈欠竖起耳朵突然四肢直立眼睛憧憬地虎视眈眈地瞪着遥远的地方。然而她只轻轻地笑着说了一句“我真羡慕你。” 32.他会了她的意。“那些地方风景很棒尤其是俄罗斯。俄罗斯跟我们当时曾经想象的一样美并且还要美得多。我还在伏尔加河上的

46、一条渔船上呆过几天。你记得那首船夫之歌么你过去老弹。” 33.“记得。”她应着脑海里就开始弹奏起来。 34.“你现在还弹么” 35.“不弹了我没有钢琴了。” 36.这话让他吃了一惊“那么你那架漂亮的钢琴哪儿去了呢” 37.她的脸轻微地抽搐了一下说“卖了卖了好几年了。” 38“可你那么钟情于音乐。”他觉得不可思议。 39.“我现在没有时间弹。”她说。 40.他没再深究下去。“在河上的生活很是特别”他继续说“过上一两天之后你就会感觉好像从来在别处没活过一样。你没有必要了解那儿的语言船上的生活在你和那些人之间建立一种联系那已足矣。你与他们相伴、同食到了晚上还有连绵不绝的歌声。” 41.她又一个激灵，

47、听到船夫那低沉而忧伤的语调划破长空渔船在黑色的河水上漂流河岸两侧的树阴郁着。“是啊我应该会喜欢那样的生活。”她说着指尖在手套的摩挲。 42.“你会喜欢俄罗斯人的生活的不管是哪个方面”他亲切地说“那种日子无疑是闲适而随性的无拘无束。而且那里的农夫很好是那种最本真的人对了他们就是这样。甚至连你的马车夫都能在你的生活中调调味道。我记得有天晚上我们一行人我和两个朋友还有他们当中一位的太太一起去黑海边上野餐。我们带着晚餐和香槟在草地上边吃边喝。我们还在吃着车夫走上来说来点莳萝泡菜吧。他想要跟我们一起分享佳肴。这件事触动了我你懂我的意思吧。” 43.那一刻她仿佛也正坐在神秘的黑海岸边的草坪上黑色的海水宛若丝绒在静谧中潺潺流动。她看见马车停在路边一小撮人聚在草坪上。月光下那些人的脸上、手上都泛着皎洁的光。她看到一个穿浅色连衣裙的女人四肢舒展地躺着她的阳伞合在一边像一把巨大的珍珠编织成的鱼钩。旁边有个车夫膝盖上铺着块布布上是他的晚餐。他说“来块莳萝泡菜吧。”虽然她也不确定莳萝泡菜是什么东西她看到一个绿罐子里装了一片红彤彤的辣椒像鹦鹉的喙闪闪发亮。她撇了撇嘴莳萝泡菜真酸得要命 44,。