19.6.10【英语美文】一个“鬼故事”,一幅喜剧讽刺画。萨基著名短篇《敞开的窗户》

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周一主题:【英语美文】一个“鬼故事”,一幅喜剧讽刺画。萨基著名短篇《敞开的窗户》


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萨基以创作短篇小说见长,一生著有短篇小说135篇。其中,又以《黄昏》和《敞开的窗户》最为著名。他的作品结构严谨,构思巧妙,文风机智、俏皮,用笔辛辣、奇特,生动地再现了十九世纪末二十世纪初的欧洲社会生活,反映了上层社会的种种陈腐庸俗与愚蠢浅陋,无情讽刺了现实的政治状况,并且常以异峰突起式的意外结局点明主题。此外,他还著有2部长篇小说以及4部戏曲。


The open Window

By H.H. Munro (SAKI), edited version.

1.    "My aunt will be down presently, Mr. Nuttel," said a very self-possessed young lady of fifteen; "in the meantime you must try and put up with me." Framton Nuttel endeavoured to say the correct things to flatter the niece without discounting the aunt that was to come. Privately he doubted more than ever whether these formal visits to total strangers would do much towards helping him cure his nerves.

2.    "I know how it will be," his sister had said when he was preparing to migrate to this rural retreat; "you will bury yourself down there and not speak to a living soul, and your nerves will be worse than ever. I shall just give you letters of introduction to all the people I know there. Some of them, as far as I can remember, were quite nice."

3.    Mrs. Sappleton, the lady to whom he was presenting one of the letters of introduction came into the nice division. "Do you know many of the people round here?" asked the niece. "Hardly a soul," said Framton. "My sister was staying here, at the rectory, you know, some four years ago, and she gave me letters of introduction to some of the people here."

4.    He made the last statement in a tone of regret. "Then you know practically nothing about my aunt?" pursued the self-possessed young lady. "Only her name and address," he admitted. He was wondering whether Mrs. Sappleton was married or widowed.

5.    "Her great tragedy happened just three years ago," said the child; "that would be since your sister's time." "Her tragedy?" asked Framton. "You may wonder why we keep that window wide open on an October afternoon," said the niece, indicating a large French window that opened on to a lawn. "It is quite warm for the time of the year," said Framton; "but has that window got anything to do with the tragedy?" "Out through that window, three years ago to a day, her husband and her two young brothers went off for their day's shooting. They never came back. They found themselves all three suddenly in a treacherous piece of bog. Their bodies were never recovered. That was the dreadful part of it."

6.    Here the child's voice lost its self-possessed tone and became human. "Poor aunt always thinks that they will come back someday, they and the little brown spaniel that was lost with them, and walk in at that window just as they used to do. That is why the window is kept open every evening till it is quite dusk. Poor dear aunt, she has often told me how they went out, her husband with his white waterproof coat over his arm, and Ronnie, her youngest brother, singing. Do you know, sometimes on still, quiet evenings like this, I almost get a creepy feeling that they will all walk in through that window--"

7.    She broke off with a little shudder. It was a relief to Framton when the aunt bustled into the room with a whirl of apologies for being late in making her appearance. "I hope Vera has been amusing you?" she said. "She has been very interesting," said Framton. "I hope you don't mind the open window," said Mrs. Sappleton briskly; "my husband and brothers will be home directly from shooting, and they always come in this way. They've been out in the marshes today, so they'll make a fine mess over my poor carpets. So like you menfolk, isn't it?"

8.    She rattled on cheerfully. To Framton it was all purely horrible. He made a desperate but only partially successful effort to turn the talk on to a less ghastly topic, he was conscious that his hostess was giving him only a fragment of her attention, and her eyes were constantly staring past him to the open window and the lawn beyond.

9.    "The doctors are ordering me complete rest, absence of mental excitement, and avoidance of violent physical exercise," announced Framton, "On the matter of diet they are not so much in agreement," he continued. "No?" said Mrs. Sappleton, in a voice which only replaced a yawn. Then she suddenly cheered up: "Here they are at last!" she cried. "Just in time for tea, and don't they look as if they were muddy up to the eyes!" Framton shivered slightly and turned towards the niece. The child was staring out through the open window with horror in her eyes. In a shock of fear Framton looked in the same direction.

10.  In the deepening twilight three figures were walking across the lawn towards the window, they all carried guns under their arms, and one of them was burdened with a white coat hung over his shoulders. A tired brown spaniel walked close at their heels. Framton jumped up, grabbed wildly at his stick and hat and ran out.

11.  "Here we are, my dear," said the bearer of the white mackintosh, coming in through the window, "fairly muddy, but most of it's dry. Who was that who bolted out as we came up?"

"A most extraordinary man, a Mr. Nuttel," said Mrs. Sappleton; "could only talk about his illnesses, and dashed off without a word of goodbye or apology when you arrived. One would think he had seen a ghost." "I expect it was the spaniel," said the niece calmly; "he told me he had a horror of dogs. He was once hunted into a cemetery somewhere on the banks of the Ganges by a pack of dogs, and had to spend the night in a newly dug grave with the creatures just above him. Enough to make anyone lose their nerve."

Romance at short notice was her speciality.


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