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1、A Dill PickleKatherine Mansfield1. And then, after six years, she saw him again. He was seated at one of thoselittle bamboo tables decorated with a Japanesevase of paper daffodils. Hewas peeling an orange.2. He must have felt that shock of recognition in her for looked up and met hereye! Incredible!

2、 He didn't know her. She smiled, he frowned. She cametowards 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 andpushed back his chair.3. "Vera!" he exclaimed. "How strange. Really, for a m

3、oment I didn't knowyou. 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 witheager, lighted look. "You look so wel

4、l. I've never seen you look so wellbefore."6. "Really?" She raised her veil and unbuttoned her high fur collar. "I don'tfeel very well. I can't bear this weather, you know."7. "Ah,no. You hate the cold."8. "Loathe it." She shuddered. "And

5、 the worst of it is that the older onegrows."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 eatanything?"10. "No, thanks. Nothing."11. "Then that'

6、s settled." And smiling he took up the orange again. "You weresaying-the older one grows-"12. "The colder," she laughed. But she was thinking how well she rememberedthat trick of his-the trick of interrupting her-and of how it used toexasperate her six years ago.13. "Th

7、e colder," he echoed her words, laughing too. "Ah, ah. You still say the1same 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-thatmakes your voice such a -haunting memory. Do you remember that

8、 firstafternoon we spent together at Kew Garden? You were so surprised because Idid not know the names of any flowers. I am still just as ignorant for all yourtelling me. But whenever it's very fine and warm, and I see some brightcolour I hear your voice saying:"Geranium, marigold, and verb

9、ena," Youremember that afternoon?"14. " Oh,yes,very well." She drew a long, soft breath. Yet, what had remained inher mind of that particular afternoon was an absurd scene. A great manypeople taking tea in a Chinese pagoda, and he behaving like a maniac aboutthe wasps-waving them

10、 away, flapping at them with his straw hat, seriousand 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 -warm sunshine.Her thoughts lingered over the l

11、ast two words. And in the warmth, as it were,another memory unfolded. She saw herself sitting on a lawn. He lay besideher, and suddenly, he rolled over and put his head in her lap.17. "I wish," he said in a low, troubled voice," I wish that I had taken poison andwere about to die- her

12、e 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 soterribly, Vera, because you never, never will love me."22.

13、He was certainly far better looking now than he had been then. He had lostall that dreamy vagueness and indecision. Now he had the air of a man whohas found his place in life. He must have made money, too. His clothes were admirable, and at that moment he pulled a Russian cigarette case out of hispo

14、cket.23. "Won't you smoke?"24. "Yes, I will." She hovered over them. "They look very good."225. "I get them made for me by a little man in St James's Street. I don't smokevery much,but when I do, they must be delicious. Smoking isn't a habit withme;

15、it's a luxury-like perfume. Are you still so fond of perfumes? Ah, when Iin 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 talkof going there?"28. "No, I've not forgotten.&

16、quot;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, Corsica, Siberia, Russia, Egypt. The only country left

17、is China, and Imean 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, prick up its ears, and suddenly bound to its feet, and

18、fixits 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 dayson a river boat on the Volga. DO you remember that boatman's song that youused to

19、 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 little grimace."Sold.Ages ago."38. "But you w

20、ere 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 you have even known another. And it3is not necessary to know

21、the language- the life of the boat createsa bondbetween 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 boatman's song break out again loud and tragic,and seeing the

22、 boat floating on the darkening river with melancholy trees oneither side.42. "You'd like almost everything about Russia life," he said warmly. "It's soinformal, so impulsive, so free. And then the peasantsare so splendid. I remember the evening some friends and I went for a p

23、icnic 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 -you know what I mean?"43. And she seemed at that moment to be si

24、tting on the grass beside themysteriously Black Sea, black as velvet, and rippling against the banks insilent, velvet waves. She saw the little group on the grass, their faces andhands white in the moonlight. Apart from them, with his supper in a cloth onhis knees, sat the coachman. "Have a dil

25、l pickle," said he, and although shewas not certain what a dill pickle was, she saw the greenish glass jar with ared chili like a parrot's beak.44. "Yes, I know perfectly what you mean," she said.45. In the pause that followed they looked at each other. In the past when theyhad lo

26、oked 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 bedrowned,like mournful lovers. But now, he said:" What a marvelous listeneryou are. When you look at me with those wild eyes I feel that I coul

27、d tell youthings 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 littleChristmas tree, telling you all about my childhood. And of how I was miser

28、able that I ran away and lived under a cart in our yard for two dayswithout 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 story."48. "The dog was called Bosun," she cried, delightedly.49.

29、But he did not follow." What dog?Had you a dog?"450. "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 recognized you today- I had to take such aleap back to that time." He drummed o

30、n the table " I've often thought how Imust have bored you. And now I understand so perfectly why you wrote tome as you did- although at the time that letter nearly finished my life. Ifound it again the other day, and I couldn t help laughing as I read it, It wasso clever-such a true picture

31、 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,"he pleaded. "Don't go just for moment," and he caught upone o

32、f 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 ofbarbarian," he said."Have I said something to hurt you?"56. "Not a bit." She lied. But as she watched him draw her glove t

33、hrough hisfingers, gently, gently, her anger really did die down.57. "What I really wanted then," he said softly,"was to be a sort of carpet- foryou to walk on so that you need not be hurt by the sharp stones and the mudyou hated so. It was nothing more selfish than that. Only I did d

34、esire, eventually, to turn into a magic carpet and carry you away to all those landsyou longed to see."58. As he spoke she lifted her head as though she drank something; the strangebeast in her bosom began to purr . . .59. "I felt that you were more lonely than anybody else in the world,&q

35、uot; 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 herhappiness like this! This was the only man who had ever understood her. Wasit too late? Could it be too late?61. "And

36、then the fact that you had no friends and never had made friends withpeople. How I understood that, for neither had I. Is it just the same now?"562. "Yes," she breathed. "Just the same. I am as alone as ever."63. "So am I," he laughed gently, "just the same.&q

37、uot;64. Suddenly with a quick gesture he handed her back the glove and scraped hischair on the floor. "But what seemed to me so mysterious then is perfectlyplain to me now. And to you, too, of course. . . . It simply was that we weresuch egoists, so self-engrossed, so wrapped up in ourselves th

38、at we hadn't acorner in our hearts for anybody else. Do you know," he cried, naive andhearty.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。

39、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。”

40、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

41、就一笔取消了。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6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红 奇怪地很 我就能听到你的声音在说 这是天竺葵、万寿菊

42、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。 她的思绪逗留在最后两

43、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

44、。过去的梦游似的迷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。725.“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

45、这我没忘。”29.他带着一种奇怪的似笑非笑的表情向后靠在椅子上。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

46、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

47、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,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8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

48、 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,。“嗯 我完全明白你的意思。 ”她说。45.他们沉默了一会儿 都注视着对方。以往 他们像这样对望的时候 能体会到心有灵犀的感觉 好像彼此的灵魂相拥在一起坠入同一片海洋 愿意就此身溺其中 像一对殉情的恋人