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1、【英文文学】LAssommoirChapter 1 Gervaise had waited and watched for Lantier until two in the morning. Then chilled and shivering, she turned from the window and threw herself across the bed, where she fell into a feverish doze with her cheeks wet with tears. For the last week when they came out of the Vea

2、u a Deux Tetes, where they ate, he had sent her off to bed with the children and had not appeared until late into the night and always with a story that he had been looking for work. This very night, while she was watching for his return, she fancied she saw him enter the ballroom of the Grand-Balco

3、n, whose ten windows blazing with lights illuminated, as with a sheet of fire, the black lines of the outer boulevards. She caught a glimpse of Adele, a pretty brunette who dined at their restaurant and who was walking a few steps behind him, with her hands swinging as if she had just dropped his ar

4、m, rather than pass before the bright light of the globes over the door in his company. When Gervaise awoke about five oclock, stiff and sore, she burst into wild sobs, for Lantier had not come in. For the first time he had slept out. She sat on the edge of the bed, half shrouded in the canopy of fa

5、ded chintz that hung from the arrow fastened to the ceiling by a string. Slowly, with her eyes suffused with tears, she looked around this miserable _chambre garnie_, whose furniture consisted of a chestnut bureau of which one drawer was absent, three straw chairs and a greasy table on which was a b

6、roken-handled pitcher. Another bedstead-an iron one-had been brought in for the children. This stood in front of the bureau and filled up two thirds of the room. A trunk belonging to Gervaise and Lantier stood in the corner wide open, showing its empty sides, while at the bottom a mans old hat lay a

7、mong soiled shirts and hose. Along the walls and on the backs of the chairs hung a ragged shawl, a pair of muddy pantaloons and a dress or two-all too bad for the old-clothes man to buy. In the middle of the mantel between two mismated tin candlesticks was a bundle of pawn tickets from the Mont-de-P

8、iete. These tickets were of a delicate shade of rose. The room was the best in the hotel-the first floor looking out on the boulevard. Meanwhile side by side on the same pillow the two children lay calmly sleeping. Claude, who was eight years old, was breathing calmly and regularly with his little h

9、ands outside of the coverings, while Etienne, only four, smiled with one arm under his brothers neck. When their mothers eyes fell on them she had a new paroxysm of sobs and pressed her handkerchief to her mouth to stifle them. Then with bare feet, not stopping to put on her slippers which had falle

10、n off, she ran to the window out of which she leaned as she had done half the night and inspected the sidewalks as far as she could see. The hotel was on the Boulevard de la Chapelle, at the left of the Barriere Poissonniers. It was a two-story building, painted a deep red up to the first floor, and

11、 had disjointed weather-stained blinds. Above a lantern with glass sides was a sign between the two windows: HOTEL BONCOEUR KEPT BY MARSOULLIER in large yellow letters, partially obliterated by the dampness. Gervaise, who was prevented by the lantern from seeing as she desired, leaned out still fart

12、her, with her handkerchief on her lips. She looked to the right toward the Boulevard de Rochechoumart, where groups of butchers stood with their bloody frocks before their establishments, and the fresh breeze brought in whiffs, a strong animal smell-the smell of slaughtered cattle. She looked to the

13、 left, following the ribbonlike avenue, past the Hospital de Lariboisiere, then building. Slowly, from one end to the other of the horizon, did she follow the wall, from behind which in the nightime she had heard strange groans and cries, as if some fell murder were being perpetrated. She looked at

14、it with horror, as if in some dark corner-dark with dampness and filth-she should distinguish Lantier-Lantier lying dead with his throat cut. When she gazed beyond this gray and interminable wall she saw a great light, a golden mist waving and shimmering with the dawn of a new Parisian day. But it w

15、as to the Barriere Poissonniers that her eyes persistently returned, watching dully the uninterrupted flow of men and cattle, wagons and sheep, which came down from Montmartre and from La Chapelle. There were scattered flocks dashed like waves on the sidewalk by some sudden detention and an endless

16、succession of laborers going to their work with their tools over their shoulders and their loaves of bread under their arms. Suddenly Gervaise thought she distinguished Lantier amid this crowd, and she leaned eagerly forward at the risk of falling from the window. With a fresh pang of disappointment

17、 she pressed her handkerchief to her lips to restrain her sobs. A fresh, youthful voice caused her to turn around. Lantier has not come in then? No, Monsieur Coupeau, she answered, trying to smile. The speaker was a tinsmith who occupied a tiny room at the top of the house. His bag of tools was over

18、 his shoulder; he had seen the key in the door and entered with the familiarity of a friend. You know, he continued, that I am working nowadays at the hospital. What a May this is! The air positively stings one this morning. As he spoke he looked closely at Gervaise; he saw her eyes were red with te

19、ars and then, glancing at the bed, discovered that it had not been disturbed. He shook his head and, going toward the couch where the children lay with their rosy cherub faces, he said in a lower voice: You think your husband ought to have been with you, madame. But dont be troubled; he is busy with

20、 politics. He went on like a mad man the other day when they were voting for Eugene Sue. Perhaps he passed the night with his friends abusing that reprobate Bonaparte. No, no, she murmured with an effort. You think nothing of that kind. I know where Lantier is only too well. We have our sorrows like

21、 the rest of the world! Coupeau gave a knowing wink and departed, having offered to bring her some milk if she did not care to go out; she was a good woman, he told her and might count on him any time when she was in trouble. As soon as Gervaise was alone she returned to the window. From the Barrier

22、e the lowing of the cattle and the bleating of the sheep still came on the keen, fresh morning air. Among the crowd she recognized the locksmiths by their blue frocks, the masons by their white overalls, the painters by their coats, from under which hung their blouses. This crowd was cheerless. All

23、of neutral tints-grays and blues predominating, with never a dash of color. Occasionally a workman stopped and lighted his pipe, while his companions passed on. There was no laughing, no talking, but they strode on steadily with cadaverous faces toward that Paris which quickly swallowed them up. At

24、the two corners of La Rue des Poissonniers were two wineshops, where the shutters had just been taken down. Here some of the workmen lingered, crowding into the shop, spitting, coughing and drinking glasses of brandy and water. Gervaise was watching the place on the left of the street, where she tho

25、ught she had seen Lantier go in, when a stout woman, bareheaded and wearing a large apron, called to her from the pavement, You are up early, Madame Lantier! Gervaise leaned out. Ah, is it you, Madame Boche! Yes, I am up early, for I have much to do today. Is that so? Well, things dont get done by t

26、hemselves, thats sure! And a conversation ensued between the window and the sidewalk. Mme Boche was the concierge of the house wherein the restaurant Veau a Deux Tetes occupied the _rez-de-chaussee_. Many times Gervaise had waited for Lantier in the room of this woman rather than face the men who we

27、re eating. The concierge said she had just been round the corner to arouse a lazy fellow who had promised to do some work and then went on to speak of one of her lodgers who had come in the night before with some woman and had made such a noise that every one was disturbed until after three oclock.

28、As she gabbled, however, she examined Gervaise with considerable curiosity and seemed, in fact, to have come out under the window for that express purpose. Is Monsieur Lantier still asleep? she asked suddenly. Yes, he is asleep, answered Gervaise with flushing cheeks. Madame saw the tears come to he

29、r eyes and, satisfied with her discovery, was turning away when she suddenly stopped and called out: You are going to the lavatory this morning, are you not? All right then, I have some things to wash, and I will keep a place for you next to me, and we can have a little talk! Then as if moved by sud

30、den compassion, she added: Poor child, dont stay at that window any longer. You are purple with cold and will surely make yourself sick! But Gervaise did not move. She remained in the same spot for two mortal hours, until the clock struck eight. The shops were now all open. The procession in blouses

31、 had long ceased, and only an occasional one hurried along. At the wineshops, however, there was the same crowd of men drinking, spitting and coughing. The workmen in the street had given place to the workwomen. Milliners apprentices, florists, burnishers, who with thin shawls drawn closely around t

32、hem came in bands of three or four, talking eagerly, with gay laughs and quick glances. Occasionally one solitary figure was seen, a pale-faced, serious woman, who walked rapidly, neither looking to the right nor to the left. Then came the clerks, blowing on their fingers to warm them, eating a roll

33、 as they walked; young men, lean and tall, with clothing they had outgrown and with eyes heavy with sleep; old men, who moved along with measured steps, occasionally pulling out their watches, but able, from many years practice, to time their movements almost to a second. The boulevards at last were

34、 comparatively quiet. The inhabitants were sunning themselves. Women with untidy hair and soiled petticoats were nursing their babies in the open air, and an occasional dirty-faced brat fell into the gutter or rolled over with shrieks of pain or joy. Gervaise felt faint and ill; all hope was gone. I

35、t seemed to her that all was over and that Lantier would come no more. She looked from the dingy slaughterhouses, black with their dirt and loathsome odor, on to the new and staring hospital and into the rooms consecrated to disease and death. As yet the windows were not in, and there was nothing to

36、 impede her view of the large, empty wards. The sun shone directly in her face and blinded her. She was sitting on a chair with her arms dropping drearily at her side but not weeping, when Lantier quietly opened the door and walked in. You have come! she cried, ready to throw herself on his neck. Ye

37、s, I have come, he answered, and what of it? Dont begin any of your nonsense now! And he pushed her aside. Then with an angry gesture he tossed his felt hat on the bureau. He was a small, dark fellow, handsome and well made, with a delicate mustache which he twisted in his fingers mechanically as he

38、 spoke. He wore an old coat, buttoned tightly at the waist, and spoke with a strongly marked Provencal accent. Gervaise had dropped upon her chair again and uttered disjointed phrases of lamentation. I have not closed my eyes-I thought you were killed! Where have you been all night? I feel as if I w

39、ere going mad! Tell me, Auguste, where have you been? Oh, I had business, he answered with an indifferent shrug of his shoulders. At eight oclock I had an engagement with that friend, you know, who is thinking of starting a manufactory of hats. I was detained, and I preferred stopping there. But you

40、 know I dont like to be watched and catechized. Just let me alone, will you? His wife began to sob. Their voices and Lantiers noisy movements as he pushed the chairs about woke the children. They started up, half naked with tumbled hair, and hearing their mother cry, they followed her example, rendi

41、ng the air with their shrieks. Well, this is lovely music! cried Lantier furiously. I warn you, if you dont all stop, that out of this door I go, and you wont see me again in a hurry! Will you hold your tongue? Good-by then; Ill go back where I came from. He snatched up his hat, but Gervaise rushed

42、toward him, crying: No! No! And she soothed the children and stifled their cries with kisses and laid them tenderly back in their bed, and they were soon happy and merrily playing together. Meanwhile the father, not even taking off his boots, threw himself on the bed with a weary air. His face was w

43、hite from exhaustion and a sleepless night; he did not close his eyes but looked around the room. A nice-looking place, this! he muttered. Then examining Gervaise, he said half aloud and half to himself: So! You have given up washing yourself, it seems! Gervaise was only twenty-two. She was tall and

44、 slender with delicate features, already worn by hardships and anxieties. With her hair uncombed and shoes down at the heel, shivering in her white sack, on which was much dust and many stains from the furniture and wall where it had hung, she looked at least ten years older from the hours of suspen

45、se and tears she had passed. Lantiers word startled her from her resignation and timidity. Are you not ashamed? she said with considerable animation. You know very well that I do all I can. It is not my fault that we came here. I should like to see you with two children in a place where you cant get

46、 a drop of hot water. We ought as soon as we reached Paris to have settled ourselves at once in a home; that was what you promised. Pshaw, he muttered; You had as much good as I had out of our savings. You ate the fatted calf with me-and it is not worth while to make a row about it now! She did not

47、heed his word but continued: There is no need of giving up either. I saw Madame Fauconnier, the laundress in La Rue Neuve. She will take me Monday. If you go in with your friend we shall be afloat again in six months. We must find some kind of a hole where we can live cheaply while we work. That is

48、the thing to do now. Work! Work! Lantier turned his face to the wall with a shrug of disgust which enraged his wife, who resumed: Yes, I know very well that you dont like to work. You would like to wear fine clothes and walk about the streets all day. You dont like my looks since you took all my dresses to the pawnbrokers. No, no, Auguste, I did not intend to speak to you about it, but I know very well where you spent the night. I saw you go into the Grand-Balcon with that streetwalker Adele. You have made a charmin