The+chrysanthemums+菊花.doc

The chrysanthemums菊花Elisa is a young married lady working on an isolated farm and proud of her skills in growing flowers. One day, she suddenly feels a desire to communicate with the outside world. What happens to her? Please read the following story. 年轻媳妇伊利莎住在一家偏僻的农场，一手高超的种花技能令她自豪。一天，她突然有了与外界交流的愿望。有什么故事发生呢？请您往下看。The high grey-flannel fog of winter closed off the Salinas Valley from the sky and from all the rest of the world. On every side it sat like a lid on the mountains and made of the great valley a closed pot. On the broad, level land floor the gang plows bit deep and left the black earth shining like metal where the shares had cut. On the foothill ranches across the Salinas River, the yellow stubble fields seemed to be bathed in pale cold sunshine, but there was no sunshine in the valley now in December. The thick willow scrub along the river flamed with sharp and positive yellow leaves.飘荡在半空中的冬雾呈现出灰法兰绒色，将萨利纳斯山谷严实地罩了起来；同时也把它与外界分隔开。雾气锁着山头，四面象顶盖子，而山谷则成了一口盖得严严实实的 深锅。农民在宽阔平坦的土地上深耕，犁铧过处，黑色的土地闪着金属的光泽。在横卧萨利纳斯河的丘陵地上，农场里的茬地泛着黄色，象是沐浴在冷冷的苍白日光下；不过，现在时至腊月，山谷里没什么阳光。河边上密密麻麻的柳丛上的黄叶颜色鲜浓，象着了火似的。It was a time of quiet and of waiting. The air was cold and tender. A light wind blew up from the southwest so that the farmers were mildly hopeful of a good rain before long; but fog and rain do not go together. 这是一个安静，叫人等待的季节。空气凉凉的，柔柔的。从西南方向吹来一阵轻风，农民们隐隐地感到不久会有一场及时雨，但雨和雾是不 一起来的。Across the river, on Henry Allens foothill ranch there was little work to be done, for the hay was cut and stored and the orchards were plowed up to receive the rain deeply when it should come. The cattle on the higher slopes were becoming shaggy and rough-coated. 河对岸亨利埃伦家位于丘陵上的农场里已经没什么活计了：干草都收割过并存放了起来，果园业已深翻过，好等到有雨的时候浇个透底墒。高处山坡上的牛变得毛皮杂乱粗糙。Elisa Allen, working in her flower garden, looked down across the yard and saw Henry, her husband, talking to two men in business suits. The three of them stood by the tractor shed, each man with one foot on the side of the little Fordson. They smoked cigarettes and studied the machine as they talked. 伊利莎埃伦正在花园里干活儿，穿过院子朝远处望时，她看见丈夫亨利正在与两个身着工作服的人交谈。三个人都站在拖拉机棚边上，一只脚蹬在那辆小型福特牌拖拉机的一侧。说话的时候，他们边抽着烟，边打量拖拉机。Elisa watched them for a moment and then went back to her work. She was thirty-five. Her face was lean and strong and her eyes were as clear as water. Her figure looked blocked and heavy in her gardening costume, a mans black hat pulled low down over her eyes, clod-hopper shoes, a figured print dress almost completely covered by a big corduroy apron with four big pockets to hold the snips, the trowel and scratcher, the seeds and the knife she worked with. She wore heavy leather gloves to protect her hands while she worked. 伊利莎看了他们一会儿，又继续忙自己的活儿。她今年三十五岁，脸庞瘦俏并透着坚毅，一双眼睛清澈如水。由于穿着园艺工作服，她显得鼓囊囊 的、有点儿笨拙。她头上戴着一顶男式的黑帽子，拉得很低，直到她的眼睛。脚上是一双粗笨的鞋子。下面穿的印花裙子几乎全给那个大号的灯心绒围裙遮盖了起来。围裙上有四个大口袋，用来放她干活时用的剪刀、泥铲、刮管器、种子和刀。干活时她戴着厚厚的皮手套，免得弄伤手。She was cutting down the old years chrysanthemum stalks with a pair of short and powerful scissors. She looked down toward the men by the tractor shed now and then. Her face was eager and mature and handsome; even her work with the scissors was over-eager, over-powerful. The chrysanthemum stems seemed too small and easy for her energy. 她这会儿正用一把锋利的小剪子把去年的菊花枝剪短，还不时朝站在拖拉机棚边上的三个男人望一望。她的脸上充满着渴望，看起来成熟漂亮甚至连她拿着剪刀干活的样子都显得那么有力，饱含期待，以至于那些菊花的枯杆相比之下都显得纤细柔弱，容易收拾了。She brushed a cloud of hair out of her eyes with the back of her glove, and left a smudge of earth on her cheek in doing it. Behind her stood the neat white farm house with red geraniums close-banked around it as high as the windows. It was a hard-swept looking little house with hard-polished windows, and a clean mud-mat on the front steps. 她用手套的背部将眼前的一绺乌发抹开，一点污渍就留在了她的脸颊上。她身后是整洁的白色农舍，红色的天竺葵紧紧地簇拥着，直到窗户附近。看得出这座不大的屋子好好打扫过，窗户也曾细心地擦拭过，就连前面台阶上的擦鞋垫都收拾得干干净净。Elisa cast another glance toward the tractor shed. The strangers were getting into their Ford coupe. She took off a glove and put her strong fingers down into the forest of new green chrysanthemum sprouts that were growing around the old roots. She spread the leaves and looked down among the close-growing stems. No aphids were there, no sowbugs or snails or cutworms. Her terrier fingers destroyed such pests before they could get started. 伊利莎又朝拖拉机棚的方向看了一眼，那些陌生人正钻进他们的福特牌小客车里。她脱掉一只手套，将自己有力的手指伸到从老的菊花根部新生的一丛幼苗里，然后分开叶子，在长得郁郁葱葱的幼苗里查看。里面蚜虫、潮虫、蜗牛、毛虫什么的都没有。如果真有的话，她那犀利无比的手指也会在这些害虫逃跑之前就将它们消灭。Elisa started at the sound of her husbands voice. He had come near quietly, and he leaned over the wire fence that protected her flower garden from cattle and dogs and chickens. 听到丈夫的声音，伊利莎吃了一惊。原来他已经悄悄地走到了她的旁边，从铁丝栅栏那边俯过身来。铁丝栅栏把她的花园圈了起来，免得牛呀，狗呀，鸡呀这些家畜糟蹋。At it again, he said. Youve got a strong new crop coming. Elisa straightened her back and pulled on the gardening glove again: Yes. Theyll be strong this coming year. In her tone and on her face there was a little smugness. Youve got a gift with things, Henry observed. Some of those yellow chrysanthemums you had this year were ten inches across. I wish youd work out in the orchard and raise some apples that big. Her eyes sharpened. Maybe I could do it, too. Ive a gift with things, all right. My mother had it. She could stick anything in the ground and make it grow. She said it was having planters hands that knew how to do it. Well, it sure works with flowers, he said. Henry, who were those men you were talking to? Why, sure, thats what I came to tell you. They were from the Western Meat Company. I sold those thirty head of three-year-old steers. Got nearly my own price, too.“又侍弄你的花儿啦，”他说，“它们今年长势好啊。”听到丈夫搭话，伊利莎直起身，顺手把那只手套又戴上：“对，今年长势会很好。”不管是言语中还是脸上都洋溢着得意。 “你干活儿很有一手，”亨利说，“你今年种的黄菊花中有的有十英寸那么大，真希望你去侍弄果园，也结出那么大的苹果来。”她的眼睛一亮。“或许我也能。我的确在种植方面有一手，我妈妈也是那样。她随便把什么东西往地下一 插，就能活。她说是因为有了庄稼人的手才知道怎么去种植。”“嗯，种花也是这样的，”他说。“亨利，刚才同你说话的那些人是谁呀？”“啊，对了，我正要跟你说呢。他们是西部肉制品公司的。我把那三十头三岁的菜牛卖给他们，差不多是我要的价格。”Good, she said. Good for you. And I thought, he continued, I thought how its Saturday afternoon, and we might go into Salinas for dinner at a restaurant, and then to a picture show to celebrate, you see. Good, she repeated. Oh, yes. That will be good. Henry put on his joking tone. Theres fights tonight. Howd you like to go to the fights? Oh, no, she said breathlessly. No, I wouldnt like fights. Just fooling, Elisa. Well go to a movie. Lets see. Its two now. Im going to take Scotty and bring down those steers from the hill. Itll take us maybe two hours. Well go in town about five and have dinner at the Cominos Hotel. Like that? Of course Ill like it. Its good to eat away from home. All right, then. Ill go get up a couple of horses. She said, Ill have plenty of time to transplant some of these sets, I guess.“太好了，”她说，“真有你的。” “我想，”他接着说，“现在是周六下午，我们可以去萨利纳斯的一家饭店吃顿饭，再去看场电影，庆祝一下，你看怎么样。”“太好了，”她重复道。“真是好极了。”亨利接着开玩笑说，“今天晚上有拳击赛，你愿意看吗？”“不，”她紧张地说，“我可不喜欢拳击赛。”“骗你哪，伊利莎。我们去看电影。让我想一下，现在是下午两点，我去叫斯哥迪，把牛赶下山。这大概要两个钟头。我们会在五点钟到城里，去克民诺斯酒店吃晚饭。你觉得怎么样？”“当然可以，在外面吃饭好。”“那好，我去准备几匹马。”“我想我会有充裕的时间把这些苗儿种上的。”伊利莎说。She heard her husband calling Scotty down by the barn. And a little later she saw the two men ride up the pale yellow hillside in search of the steers. There was a little square sandy bed kept for rooting the chrysanthemums. With her trowel she turned the soil over and over, and smoothed it and patted it firm. Then she dug ten parallel trenches to receive the sets. Back at the chrysanthemum bed she pulled out the little crisp shoots, trimmed off the leaves of each one with her scissors and laid it on a small orderly pile. 继而，她听到丈夫在谷仓那儿叫斯哥迪。又过了一会儿，她看见他们两个骑着马，走上灰黄的山坡找菜牛。花园里有一块四四方方的沙地，是用来种菊花幼苗的。她用泥铲把土翻了又翻，又弄平，再拍结实。然后又挖了十道平行的小沟，好栽种菊苗。她从菊花园里拔了些脆嫩的幼苗，用剪刀剪掉叶子，然后整齐地放在一起。A squeak of wheels and plod of hoofs came from the road. Elisa looked up. The country road ran along the dense bank of willows and cottonwoods that bordered the river, and up this road came a curious vehicle, curiously drawn. It was an old spring-wagon, with a round canvas top on it like the cover of a prairie schooner. It was drawn by an old bay horse and a little grey-and-white burro. A big stubble-bearded man sat between the cover flaps and drove the crawling team. Underneath the wagon, between the hind wheels, a lean and rangy mongrel dog walked sedately. Words were painted on the canvas, in clumsy, crooked letters. Pots, pans, knives, scissors, lawn mowers. Fixed. Two rows of articles, and the triumphantly definitive Fixed below. The black paint had run down in little sharp points beneath each letter.路边这时传来了车轮的吱嘎声和马蹄的声响。伊利莎抬起了头。河边上密密麻麻的柳树和杨树旁是条乡间小路，沿着这条路来了一辆奇怪的车，走的样子很怪。那是一辆老式的带弹簧的四轮马车，上面的帆布圆顶子象是拓荒者用的大篷车的顶篷。拉着它的是匹栗色的马和一头灰白的小毛驴。在车顶盖的下面坐着个胡子拉碴的人，赶着这辆车往前爬行。在马车后轮之间，一条瘦骨嶙峋的长腿杂种狗不声不响地跟着。车蓬的上面歪歪扭扭地写着“修理锅、罐、刀、剪子、割草机”。修理的器皿写了两行，“修理”两个字在下面，显得很自信。写字用的黑色颜料在每个字母下面都流成了一个 个小尖头。Elisa, squatting on the ground, watched to see the crazy, loose-jointed wagon pass by. But it didnt pass. It turned into the farm road in front of her house, crooked old wheels skirling and squeaking. The rangy dog darted from between the wheels and ran ahead. Instantly the two ranch shepherds flew out at him. Then all three stopped, and with stiff and quivering tails, with taut straight legs, with ambassadorial dignity, they slowly circled, sniffing daintily. The caravan pulled up to Elisas wire fence and stopped. Now the newcomer dog, feeling out-numbered, lowered his tail and retired under the wagon with raised hackles and bared teeth. 伊利莎蹲在地上，看着这辆怪模怪样、松松垮垮的马车驶过去。但它并没有从她的眼前过去，而是弯上了经过她家门前的农场小路，破旧的车轮吱嘎吱嘎尖厉地响着。车下面轮子间的那条瘦骨嶙峋的长腿狗冲到了马车的前面，马上，两条牧羊犬朝着它冲了上去。于是，三条狗都站住了，尾巴直竖着、颤抖着，绷紧了腿，带着外交官般的庄重神情。它们互相围着打转，挑剔地嗅着对方。大篷车在伊利莎家的铁丝栅栏边上停了下来。那条初来乍到的狗这时感觉到 数量上的众寡悬殊，垂下尾巴，退回到车下，脖子上的毛竖着，牙齿露在外面。The man on the wagon seat called out, Thats a bad dog in a fight when he gets started. Elisa laughed. I see he is. How soon does he generally get started? The man caught up her laughter and echoed it heartily. Sometimes not for weeks and weeks,” he said. He climbed stiffly down, over the wheel. The horse and the donkey drooped like unwatered flowers. Elisa saw that he was a very big man. Although his hair and beard were greying, he did not look old. His worn black suit was wrinkled and spotted with grease. The laughter had disappeared from his face and eyes the moment his laughing voice ceased. His eyes were dark, and they were full of the brooding that gets in the eyes of teamsters and of sailors. The calloused hands he rested on the wire fence were cracked, and every crack was a black line. He took off his battered hat. 坐在车上的男人喊道，“这条狗打架受惊时不是条好狗。”伊利莎笑道，“我看是的，它一般要多久就会受惊？”那人被伊利莎的笑声感染，也大声地笑了起来。“有时好几周也不会，”他说。说着，他生硬地从车轮上爬下车。那匹马和那头毛驴耷拉着脑袋，象缺了水的花。伊利莎看得出他是个大块头，虽然头发胡子都白了，却并不显老。褴褛的黑色西装皱皱巴巴的，还有星星点点的油渍。笑声一停，他眼角眉梢的笑容也顿时没了。他双眼乌黑，充满忧郁，这种眼神通常只出现在卡车司机或水手的眼里。他放在铁丝栅栏上的手打满了老茧，裂着一条条黑乎乎的口子。他脱下了那顶破烂的帽子。Im off my general road, maam, he said. Does this dirt road cut over across the river to the Los Angeles highway? Elisa stood up and shoved the thick scissors in her apron pocket. Well, yes, it does, but it winds around and then fords the river. I dont think your team could pull through the sand. He replied with some asperity, It might surprise you what them beasts can pull through. When they get started? she asked. He smiled for a second. Yes. When they get started. Well, said Elisa, I think youll save time if you go back to the Salinas road and pick up the highway there. He drew a big finger down the chicken wire and made it sing. I aint in any hurry, maam. I go from Seattle to San Diego and back every year. Takes all my time. About six months each way. I aim to follow nice weather.“夫人，我走岔路了，”他说，“沿这条土路过河上得了去洛山矶的公路吗？”伊利莎站了起来，把那把大剪子放到围裙口袋里。“啊，上得了。不过，这条路要绕很远，然后还要从水中蹚过河，我想你很难走过那片沙滩。”他粗暴地回答，“要是你知道这些家伙都走过什么样的地方，或许会吃惊的。”“一旦它们受惊吗？”她问。他笑了一笑。“是的，一旦它们受惊。”“嗯，”伊利莎说，“我想，要是你拐回去到萨利纳斯的路，再从那儿上公路，会省些时间。”他用一个大手指弹了一下栅栏，它响了起来。“我一点儿都不着急，夫人。我每年从西雅图走到圣地亚哥，再回来，总是不慌不忙。一趟大概半年光景，哪儿的天气好我就往哪儿走。”Elisa took off her gloves and stuffed them in the apron pocket with the scissors. She touched the under edge of her mans hat, searching for fugitive hairs. That sounds like a nice kind of a way to live, she said. He leaned confidentially over the fence. Maybe you noticed the writing on my wagon. I mend pots and sharpen knives and scissors. You got any of them things to do? Oh, no, she said quickly. Nothing like that. Her eyes hardened with resistance. Scissors is the worst thing, he explained. Most people just ruin scissors trying to sharpen em, but I know how. I got a special tool. Its a little bobbit kind of thing, and patented. But it sure does the trick. No. My scissors are all sharp. All right, then. Take a pot, he continued earnestly, a bent pot, or a pot with a hole. I can make it like new so you dont have to buy no new ones. Thats a saving for you. No, she said shortly. I tell you I have nothing like that for you to do.伊利莎脱下手套，把它们放在装着剪子的围裙口袋里。她碰了碰自己那顶男式帽子的底沿，看有没有头发从里面跑出来。“听起来很不错的活法，”她说。他把身子弯向栅栏里面，显出很亲密的样子，说，“或许你看到了我马车上的那些字，我修理锅，磨剪子磨菜刀。你有什么东西要修吗？”“哦，没有，”她忙说。“没什么要修的。”她的眼神坚定起来，透出拒绝的神情。“剪子是最难对付的东西，”他解释说。“大部分人只知道拼命磨它，结果却糟蹋了它，可我知道怎么能把剪子磨快又不糟蹋它。我有专门的工具，是一件小玩意儿，还取得了专利，好用得很。”“不过，我的剪子都很快。”“那好吧。”他继续劝说着，“拿口锅修修吧，不管是瘪了的还是有洞的，我都能修得象新的一样，这样你就不用买新锅了。这你不是省钱了吗？”“不用，”她简短地答道。“我告诉过你我没什么要修的东西。”His face fell to an exaggerated sadness. His voice took on a whining undertone. I aint had a thing to do today. Maybe I wont have no supper tonight. You see Im off my regular road. I know folks on the highway clear from Seattle to San Diego. They save their things for me to sharpen up because they know I do it so good and save them money. Im sorry, Elisa said irritably. I havent anything for you to do. His eyes left her face and fell to searching the ground. They roamed about until they came to the chrysanthemum bed where she had been working. Whats them plants, maam? The irritation and resistance melted from Elisas face. Oh, those are chrysanthemums, giant whites and yellows. I raise them every year, bigger than anybody around here. Kind of a long-stemmed flower? Looks like a quick puff of colored smoke? he asked. Thats it. What a nice way to describe them. They smell kind of nasty till you get used to them, he said. Its a good bitter smell, she retorted, not nasty at all. He changed his tone quickly. I like the smell myself. I had ten-inch blooms this year, she said. 他的脸顿时变得一种夸张的痛苦，就连声音也变得呜咽了。“我今天一件活儿都没干成，或许今晚饭都吃不上。你看我走错了路，我认识从西雅图到圣地亚歌沿途所有的人，他们都把那些坏的家伙放起来等我来修，因为他们知道我活儿干得好，给他们省钱。”“对不起，”伊利莎有些着恼。“我没什么东西好让你修。”他的目光离开了她的脸，落到了地上，四处瞥了瞥，最后停到伊利莎忙碌着的那片菊花地上。“夫人，那些是什么呀？”听到这话，伊利莎脸上的恼怒和拒绝缓和了。“啊，那是菊花，巨白菊和黄菊。我每年都种，开起来比方圆左近的人种的都大。”“是一种长茎花吗？看起来象是一朵彩色烟雾？”他问。“正是，你这样比喻太恰当了。”“要是不习惯它的香味，闻起来有点儿难受，”他说。“那是一种好闻的苦香，”她反驳道，“一点儿也不难受。”他马上改了口。“我就很喜欢那种香味。”“我今年有直径十英寸那么大的花，”她说。The man leaned farther over the fence. Look. I know a lady down the road a piece, has got the nicest garden you ever seen. Got nearly every kind of flower but no chrysanthemums. Last time I was mending a copper-bottom washtub for her (thats a hard job but I do it good), she said to me, If you ever run across some nice chrysanthemums I wish youd try to get me a few seeds. Thats what she told me.”Elisas eyes grew alert and eager. She couldnt have known much about chrysanthemums. You can raise them from seed, but its much easier to root the little sprouts you see there. Oh, he said. I spose I cant take none to her, then. Why yes you can, Elisa cried. I can put some in damp sand, and you can carry them right along with you. Theyll take root in the pot if you keep them damp. And then she can transplant them. Shed sure like to have some, maam. You say theyre nice ones? Beautiful, she said. Oh, beautiful. Her eyes shone. She tore off the battered hat and shook out her dark pretty hair. Ill put them in a flower pot, and you can take them right with you. Come into the yard.那人又朝栅栏里边靠了靠。“喂，我认识下面离这儿不远的一位太太，从没见过那么好的花园，里面几乎什么花儿都有，就是没有菊花。我上次给她修了一个铜底洗衣盆。那可是件棘手的活儿，不过我干得很好。她跟我说，如果你能碰上什么好的菊花，希望你能给我带点儿种子来。她这么跟我说。”伊利莎眼睛一亮，变得热切起来。她不可能知道很多关于菊花的知识。你可以下种，但插幼苗的方法更容易，就是你在那边看到的那些。”“啊，”他叫道。“这样的话，我估计一棵也给她带不去了。” “为什么不能？你可以，”伊利莎大声说，“我可以把幼苗种在湿的沙土里，你就可以随身带着了。只要保持沙土不干，这些幼苗就会在花盆里生根，然后她就可以移栽它们了。”“她肯定很高兴有这些菊花，夫人。它们是很漂亮的菊花，对吧？”“漂亮，”她说，“啊，非常漂亮。”她的双眼这会儿炯炯有神。她一把拉下了那顶破旧的帽子，乌黑漂亮的头发散了开来。“我把它们栽到一个花盆里，你再带走。到院里来吧。”While the man came through the picket gate Elisa ran excitedly along the geranium-bordered path to the back of the house. And she returned carrying a big red flower pot. The gloves were forgotten now. she kneeled on the ground by the starting bed and dug up the sandy soil with her fingers and scooped it into the bright new flower pot. Then she picked up the little pile of shoots she had prepared. With her strong fingers she pressed them into the sand and tamped around them with her knuckles. The man stood over her. Ill tell you what to do, she said. You remember so you can tell the lady. Yes, Ill try to remember. Well, look. These will take root in about a month. Then she must set them out, about a foot apart in good rich earth like this, see? She lifted a handful of dark soil for him to look at. Theyll grow fast and tall. Now remember this: In July tell her to cut them down, about eight inches from the ground. Before they bloom? he asked. Yes, before they bloom. Her face was tight with eagerness. Theyll grow right up again. About the last of September the buds will start.那男人进了尖木桩做的大门，而伊利莎兴奋地沿着两边都是天竺葵的小路跑到房子后面，回来的时候抱着一个大个儿的红花盆。手套已经不知道扔哪儿去了。她跪在苗床旁的地上，用手指挖些沙土，然后捧到那个新的红花盆里。接着她捡起准备好的一小捆苗，用自己有力的手指将它们插到沙子里，然后再用指节在周围拍了拍。男人低头看着她。“我会告诉你怎么做的，”她说。“你得记着，好告诉那位太太。”“好的，我尽力记住。”“那好，记着，这些幼苗会在一个月左右扎根。然后她就得把它们移栽出来，移到象这样肥沃的土壤里，每隔一英尺种一棵，你明白吗？”她抓起一满把黑色的土壤让他看。“它们会长得很快很高。你记着：告诉她七月的时候把它们剪短，剪到距地面大概八英寸高。”“在它们开花前吗?”他问。“是的，在开花前。”她的脸因为兴奋绷得紧紧的。“它们很快就会长起来；九月末就开始打花骨朵了。”She stopped and seemed perplexed. Its the budding that takes the most care, she said hesitantly. I dont know how to tell you. She looked deep into his eyes, searchingly. Her mouth opened a little, and she seemed to be