岩棉隔墙板规格:英语小故事(翻译)越短越好(15篇)

The Necklace
About the author
Guy De Maupassant (莫泊桑) Maupassant was born in France in 1850. His parents separated when he was about six, and he went to live with his mother. At the age of thirteen , he was sent to school, but was forced(被迫) to leave there. He went to another school and there he was praised for an excellent poem he wrote. In this way he began his writing at an early age. During the Franco-Prussian War(普法战争), he had to give up writing. After the war, he went to Paris to look for a job which he hoped that would leave him free time to write. It was in Paris that he met one of the greatest writers, form whom he learned a great deal. Though he found material(素材) for many stories while working as a clerk, he found life in the office restricted( 受限制的) . After one of his stories was published, he left his office in order to spend full time writing. By the age of thirty-four, he became quite famous. During this time, he wrote some of his best-known works, including The Diamond Necklace, one of the most Famous short stories in the world.
Chapter I
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 Education.
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.
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.
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 Education 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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项 链
世上有这样一些女子，面庞儿好，丰韵也好，但被造化安排错了，生长在一个小职员的家庭里。她便是其中的一个。她没有陪嫁财产，没有可以指望得到的遗产，没有任何方法可以使一个有钱有地位的男子来结识她，了解她，爱她，娶她；她只好任人把她嫁给了教育部的一个小科员。
她没钱打扮，因此很朴素；但是心里非常痛苦，犹如贵族下嫁的情形；这是因为女子原就没有什么一定的阶层或种族，她们的美丽、她们的娇艳、她们的丰韵就可以作为她们的出身和门第。她们中间所以有等级之分仅仅是靠了她们天生的聪明、审美的本能和脑筋的灵活，这些东西就可以使百姓的姑娘和最高贵的命妇并驾齐驱。
她总觉得自己生来是为享受各种讲究豪华生活的，因而无休止地感到痛苦。住室是那样简陋，壁上毫无装饰，椅凳是那么破旧，衣衫是那么丑陋，她看了都非常痛苦。这些情形，如果不是她而是她那个阶层的另一个妇人的话，可能连理会都没有理会到，但给她的痛苦即很大并且使她气愤填胸。她看了那个替她料理家务的布列塔尼省的小女人，心中便会产生许多忧伤的感慨和想入非非的幻想。她会想到四壁蒙着东方绸、青铜高灯照着、静悄悄的接待室；她会想到接待室里两个穿短裤长袜的高大男仆，如何被暖气管闷人的热度催起睡意，在宽大的靠背椅里昏然睡去。她会想到四壁蒙着古老丝绸的大客厅，上面陈设着珍贵古玩的精致家具和那些精致小巧、香气扑鼻的内客厅，那是专为午后五点钟跟最亲密的男友娓娓清谈的地方，那些朋友当然都是所有的妇人垂涎不已、渴盼青睐、多方拉拢的知名之士。
每逢她坐到那张三天末洗桌布的圆桌旁去吃饭，对面坐着的丈夫揭开盆盖，心满意足地表示?quot;啊！多么好吃的炖肉！世上哪有比这更好的东西……"的时候，她便想到那些精美的筵席、发亮的银餐具和挂在四壁的壁毯，上面织着古代人物和仙境森林中的异鸟珍禽；她也想到那些盛在名贵碟里的佳肴；她也想到一边吃着粉红色的鲈鱼肉或松鸡的翅膀，一边带着莫测高深的微笑听着男友低诉绵绵情话的情镜。
她没有漂亮的衣装，没有珠宝首饰，总之什么也没有。而她呢，爱的却偏偏就是这些；她觉得自己生来就是为享受这些东西的。她最希望的是能够讨男子们的喜欢，惹女人们的欣羡，风流动人，到处受欢迎。
她有一个有钱的女友，那是学校读书时的同学，现在呢，她再也不愿去看望她了，因为每次回来她总感到非常痛苦。她要伤心、懊悔、绝望、痛苦得哭好几天。
可是有一天晚上，她的丈夫回家的时候手里拿着一个大信封，满脸得意之色。
"拿去吧！"他说，"这是专为你预备的一样东西。"
她赶忙拆开了信封，从里面抽出一张请帖，上边印着：
兹订于一月十八日（星期一）在本部大厦举行晚会，敬请准时莅临，此致
罗瓦赛尔先生暨夫人
教育部部长乔治•朗蓬诺暨夫人谨订
她并没有像她丈夫所希望的那样欢天喜地，反而赌气把请帖往桌上一丢，咕哝着说：
"我要这个干什么？你替我想想。"
"可是，我的亲爱的，我原以为你会很高兴的。你从来也不出门作客，这可是一个机会，并且是一个千载难逢的机会！我好不容易才弄到这张请帖。大家都想要，很难得到，一般是不大肯给小职员的。在那儿你可以看见所有那些官方人士。"
她眼中冒着怒火瞪着他，最后不耐烦地说：
"你可叫我穿什么到那儿去呢?"
这个，他却从未想到；他于是吞吞吐吐地说：
"你上戏园穿的那件衣服呢?照我看，那件好像就很不错……"
他说不下去了，他看见妻子已经在哭了，他又是惊奇又是慌张。两大滴眼泪从他妻子的眼角慢慢地向嘴角流下来；他结结巴巴地问：
"你怎么啦?你怎么啦?"
她使了一个狠劲儿把苦痛压了下去，然后一面擦着被泪沾湿的两颊，一面用一种平静的语声说：
"什么事也没有。不过我既没有衣饰，当然不能去赴会。有哪位同事的太太能比我有更好的衣衫，你就把请帖送给他吧。"
他感到很窘，于是说道：
"玛蒂尔德，咱们来商量一下。一套过得去的衣服，一套在别的机会还可以穿的，十分简单的衣服得用多少钱?"
她想了几秒钟，心里盘算了一下钱数，同时也考虑到提出怎样一个数目才不致当场遭到这个俭朴的科员拒绝，也不会把他吓得叫出来。
她终于吞吞吐吐地说了：
"我也说不上到底要多少钱；不过有四百法郎，大概也就可以办下来了。"
他脸色有点发白，因为他正巧积攒下这样一笔款子打算买一支枪，夏天好和几个朋友一道打猎作乐，星期日到南泰尔平原去打云雀。
不过他还是这样说了："好吧。我就给你四百法郎。可是你得好好想法子做件漂漂亮亮的衣服。"
Chapter II
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 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.
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 introduced 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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她终于吞吞吐吐地说了：
“我也说不上到底要多少钱；不过有四百法郎，大概也就可以办下来了。”
他脸色有点发白，因为他正巧积攒下这样一笔款子打算买一支枪，夏天好和几个朋友一道打猎作乐，星期日到南泰尔平原去打云雀。
不过他还是这样说了：“好吧。我就给你四百法郎。可是你得好好想法子做件漂漂亮亮的衣服。”
晚会的日子快到了，罗瓦赛尔太太却好像很伤心，很不安，很忧虑。她的衣服可是已经齐备了。有一天晚上她的丈夫问她：
“你怎么啦?三天以来你的脾气一直是这么古怪。”
“我心烦，我既没有首饰，也没有珠宝，身上任什么也戴不出来，实在是太寒伦了。我简直不想参加这次晚会了。”
他说：“你可以载几朵鲜花呀。在这个季节里，这是很漂亮的。花上十个法郎，你就可以有两三朵十分好看的玫瑰花。”
这个办法一点也没有把她说服。
“不行……在那些阔太太中间，显出一副穷酸相，再没有比这更丢脸的了。”
她的丈夫忽然喊了起来：“你可真算是糊涂!为什么不去找你的朋友福雷斯蒂埃太太，跟她借几样首饰呢?拿你跟她的交情来说，是可以开口的。”
她高兴地叫了起来：
“这倒是真的。我竟一点儿也没想到。”
第二天她就到她朋友家里，把自己的苦恼讲给她听。
福雷斯蒂埃太太立刻走到她的带镜子的大立柜跟前，取出一个大首饰箱，拿过来打开之后，便对罗瓦赛尔太大说：
“挑吧!亲爱的。”
她首先看见的是几只手镯，再便是一串珍珠项链，一个咸尼斯制的镶嵌珠宝的金十字架，做工极其精细。她戴了这些首饰对着镜子里左试右试，犹豫不定，合不得摘下来还主人。她嘴里还老是问：
“你再没有别的了?”
“有啊。你自己找吧。我不知道你都喜欢什么?”
忽然她在一个黑缎子的盒里发现一串非常美丽的钻石项链；一种过分强烈的欲望使她的心都跳了。她拿它的时候手也直哆嗦。她把它戴在颈子上，衣服的外面，对着镜中的自己看得出了神。
然后她心里十分焦急，犹豫不决地问道：
“你可以把这个借给我吗?我只借这一样。”
“当然可以啊。”
她一把搂住了她朋友的脖子，亲亲热热地吻了她一下，带着宝贝很快就跑了。
晚会的日子到了。罗瓦赛尔太太非常成功。她比所有的女人都美丽，又漂亮又抚媚，面上总带着微笑，快活得几乎发狂。所有的男子都盯着她，打听她的姓名，求人给介绍。部长办公室的人员全都要跟她合舞。部长也注意了她。
她已经陶醉在欢乐之中，什么也不想，只是兴奋地、发狂地跳舞。她的美丽战胜了一切，她的成功充满了光辉，所有这些人都对自己殷勤献媚、阿谀赞扬、垂涎欲滴，妇人心中认为最甜美的胜利已完完全全握在手中，她便在这一片幸福的云中舞着。
她在早晨四点钟才离开。她的丈夫从十二点起就在一间没有人的小客厅里睡着了。客厅里还躺着另外三位先生，他们的太太也正在尽情欢乐。他怕她出门受寒，把带来的衣服披在她的肩上，那是平日穿的家常衣服，那一种寒伦气和漂亮的舞装是非常不相称的。她马上感觉到这一点，为了不叫旁边的那些裹在豪华皮衣里的太太们注意，她就急着想要跑出大门。
罗瓦赛尔还拉住她不让走：
“你等一等啊。到外面你要着凉的。我去叫一辆马车吧。”
不过她并不听他这套话，很快地走下了楼梯。等他们到了街上，那里并没有出租马车；他们于是就找起来，远远看见马车走过，他们就追着向车夫大声喊叫。
他们向塞纳河一直走下去，浑身哆咳，非常失望。最后在河边找到了一辆夜里做生意的旧马车，这种马车在巴黎只有在天黑了以后才看得见，它们是那么寒伧，白天出来好像会害羞的。
这辆车一直把他们送到殉道者街，他们的家门口，他们凄凄凉凉地爬上楼回到自己家里。在她说来，一切已经结束。他呢，他想到的是十点钟就该到部里去办公。
她褪下了披在肩上的衣服，那是对着大镜子褪的，为的是再一次看看笼罩在光荣中的自己。但是她忽然大叫一声。原来颈子上的项链不见了。
Chapter III
"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, dumbfounded. 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.
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 it he could honour it, and, appall

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