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1、木马赢家D. H. Lawrence wrote many short stories concerned with social problems of his time. In the short story given below, a boy tried to win love from his mother. What did the boy do? Did he succeed? Please read the following. DH劳伦斯写了许多反映他那个时代社会问题的短篇小说。以下是一篇讲述一名男孩想赢得母爱的故事。这名男孩做了些什么？他成功了吗？请读一读这一故事。 The
2、re was a woman who was beautiful, who started with all the advantages, yet she had no luck. She married for love, and the love turned to dust. She had bonny children, yet she felt they had been thrust upon her, and she could not love them. They looked at her coldly, as if they were finding fault wit
3、h her. And hurriedly she felt she must cover up some fault in herself. Yet what it was that she must cover up she never knew. Nevertheless, when her children were present, she always felt the center of her heart go hard. This troubled her, and in her manner she was all the more gentle and anxious fo
4、r her children, as if she loved them very much. Only she herself knew that at the center of her heart was a hard little place that could not feel love, no, not for anybody. Everybody else said of her: She is such a good mother. She adores her children. Only she herself, and her children themselves,
5、knew it was not so. They read it in each others eyes. There were a boy and two little girls. They lived in a pleasant house, with a garden, and they had discreet servants, and felt themselves superior to anyone in the neighborhood. 有位美妇人，本来具有各种优势，然而她运气不好。她为了爱情而结婚，但这爱已化为了灰烬。她有几个 很好的孩子，然而她觉得这些孩子是强加在她头
6、上的，她无法爱她们。他们冷冷地看着她，好像在找她的岔。她很快觉得必须掩饰自己身上的缺点。然而，要掩饰的是什么她也不知道。不过，当孩子们在场的时候，她总是感到了自己的铁石心肠。这给她增添了麻烦。在举止行为上，她比以前越发温柔，更加关心她的孩子，好像她非常疼爱她们。只有她自己明白，她内心深处，是一个体会不到爱的旮旯，不，体会不到对任何人的爱。谈到她时，人人都说：“她是这么一个好母亲，深爱自己的孩子。”只有她自己，还有她的孩子们本人，才知道事实并非如此。他们从对方的眼神中看出了这一点。 Although they lived in style, they felt always an anxiety
7、 in the house. There was never enough money. The mother had a small income, and the father had a small income, but not nearly enough for the social position which they had to keep up. The father went in to town to some office. But though he had good prospects, these prospects never materialized. The
8、re was always the grinding sense of the shortage of money, though the style was always kept up. 她有一个男孩与两个小女孩，他们住在一幢舒适带花园的房子，他们拥有体贴人的仆人，觉得比周围任何人都高出一等。尽管他们生活入时，但总是感到有一种焦虑。钱总是不够用。母亲有一份微薄的收入，父亲也有一份微薄的收入，但几乎不足以维持他们不得不维持的社会地位。父亲在城里任职。尽管他显得前途很好，但从未实现。他们总是痛苦地感到钱不够用，尽管 豪华的生活方式一直保持着。 At last the mother said:
9、I will see if I cant make something. But she did not know where to begin. She racked her brains, and tried this thing and the other, but could not find anything successful. The failure made deep lines come into her face. Her children were growing up, they would have to go to school. There must be mo
10、re money, there must be more money. The father who was always very handsome and expensive in his tastes, seemed as if he never would be able to do anything worth doing. And the mother, who had a great belief in herself, did not succeed any better, and her tastes were just as expensive. 终于，母亲说：“我想看看我
11、能干点什么。”但她不知从何干起。她绞尽脑汁，尝试了一件又一件的事情，但没有一件成功。失败使 她脸上长满皱纹。孩子一天天长大，她们得上学。必须要有更多的钱，有更多的钱。父亲总是风度翩翩，出手大方，似乎从来不会做一些值得一做的事。这位信心满怀的母亲未取得任何成功，并且她的趣味也是要花钱的。 And so the house came to be haunted by the unspoken phrase: There must be more money! There must be more money! The children could hear it all the time, tho
12、ugh nobody said it aloud. They heard it at Christmas, when the expensive and splendid toys filled the nursery. Behind the shining modern rocking-horse, behind the smart dolls house, a voice would start whispering: There must be more money! There must be more money! And the children would stop playin
13、g, to listen for a moment. They would look into each others eyes, to see if they had all heard. And each one saw in the eyes of the other two that they too had heard. There must be more money! There must be more money! 于是，这房子萦绕着这句没有说出的话：得有更多的钱！更多的钱！尽管没人大声地说出来，但孩子们时时都可以听到。当圣诞节来临时，昂贵而漂亮的玩具摆满儿童室，他们听到了这
14、句话。那匹出众的新木马后面，那漂亮的木偶住的房子后面，传来了一阵阵 小声嚷嚷声：得有更多的钱！得有更多的钱！孩子们会停下来听听这声音。他们相互看着，看看是否大家都听到了。每人都从另外两人的眼神中知道他们都听到了。得有更多的钱！更多的钱！ It came whispering from the springs of the still-swaying rocking-horse and even the horse, bending his wooden, champing head, heard it. The big doll, sitting so pink and smirking in
15、 her new pram, could hear it quite plainly, and seemed to be smirking all the more self-consciously because of it. The foolish puppy, too, that took the place of the teddy-bear, he was looking so extraordinarily foolish for no other reason but that he heard the secret whisper all over the house: The
16、re must be more money! 这声音来自那正在摇晃的木马的弹簧之中，甚至那头弯着的咯咯作响 的木马也听到了这一声音。那只大洋娃娃眯着眼在新童车里傻笑，它也能听到，似乎也在难为情地为此傻笑。那只愚蠢的小狗，占着玩具熊的位置，也显得格外的傻，不为别的，只是因为听到房间里秘密的 小声嚷嚷声：“得有更多的钱！” Yet nobody ever said it aloud. The whisper was everywhere, and therefore no one spoke it. Just as no one ever says: We are breathing! in sp
17、ite of the fact that breath is coming and going all the time. 然而，谁也没大声讲过这句话。这句小声嚷嚷到处都可以听见，因此，没有人大声说出来。这就像没有人说“我们在呼吸！”一样，即便呼吸总是在进行。 Mother, said the boy Paul one day, why dont we keep a car of our own? Why do we always use uncles, or else a taxi? Because were the poor members of the family, said the
18、mother. But why are we, mother? Well I suppose, she said slowly and bitterly, its because your father has no luck. The boy was silent for some time. Is luck money, mother? he asked rather timidly. No, Paul. Not quite. Its what causes you to have money. Oh! said Paul vaguely. I thought when Uncle Osc
19、ar said filthy lucker, it meant money. Filthy lucre does mean money, said the mother. But its lucre, not luck. Oh! said the boy. Then what is luck, mother? “妈，”有一天保尔说，“我们为什么不买辆车？为什么不是用叔叔的车就是用出租车？”“因为我们是这个家族中的穷人，”母亲说。“妈，那我们为什么穷呢？”“哦-我想”她慢慢地，伤心地说，“是因为你父亲运气不好。”小男孩沉思了一会。“运气就是钱吗，妈？”他很羞怯地问道。“不，保罗，不完全是，运气可
20、以让你有钱。”“哦！”保罗含糊地说道，“我认为奥斯卡叔叔说的不义之财就是钱。”“不义之财的确是钱，”母亲说，“但那是财，不是运气。”“哦！”男孩说“那什么是运气，妈？” Its what causes you to have money. If youre lucky you have money. Thats why its better to be born lucky than rich. If youre rich, you may lose your money. But if youre lucky, you will always get more money. Oh! Will
21、 you? And is father not lucky? Very unlucky, I should say, she said bitterly. The boy watched her with unsure eyes. Why? he asked. I dont know. Nobody ever knows why one person is lucky and another unlucky. Dont they? Nobody at all? Does nobody know? Perhaps God. But He never tells. He ought to, the
22、n. And arent you lucky either, mother? I cant be, if I married an unlucky husband. But by yourself, arent you? I used to think I was, before I married. Now I think I am very unlucky indeed. Why? Well never mind! Perhaps Im not really, she said. “运气可以让你有钱。如果你运气好，你就有钱。那就是为什么出生时运气好要比出生时富裕要好。如果你富裕，你可能会失
23、去你的钱。但如果你运气好，你总是会得到更多的钱。“哦！”你会吗？父亲运气不好吗？”“我可以说他运气很不好，”她心酸地说道。男孩用迟疑的眼神看着她。“为什么？”他问道。“我不知道。没人知道为什么有的人运气好有的人运气不好。“人们不”知道？根本没有人知道？没人知道？”“也许只有上帝知道。但他不会说出来。”“那么他应当说出来。你也运气不好吗，妈？”“如果我嫁给一个运气不好的丈夫，我不可能运气好。”“那如果是你一个人，你会运气好吗？”“在我结婚之前，我曾认为我是运气好，现在我认为我的确运气很不好。“为什么？”“好了-别介意！也许我不是真的，”她说。 The child looked at her, t
24、o see if she meant it. But he saw, by the lines of her mouth, that she was only trying to hide something from him. Well, anyhow, he said stoutly, Im a lucky person. Why? said his mother, with a sudden laugh. He stared at her. He didnt even know why he had said it. God told me, he asserted, brazening
25、 it out. I hope He did, dear! she said, again with a laugh, but rather bitter. He did, mother! Excellent! said the mother, using one of her husbands exclamations. The boy saw she did not believe him; or, rather, that she paid no attention to his assertion. This angered him somewhat, and made him wan
26、t to compel her attention. 孩子看着她，想看她是否真的那么想。但从她的口形看，他看出她只是她像尽力对他隐瞒什么事。“好了，不管怎样，”他勇敢地说，“我是个运气好的人。“为什么？”母亲说，突然一笑。他”凝视着她，甚至不知道为什么说了这句话。“上帝告诉我了，”他大胆地说了出来。“我希望他告诉你了，亲爱的！”她又一次带着一丝苦笑说。“他是告诉我了，妈！“好极了！”母亲用丈夫常使用的一句感叹语说道。男孩看出她不相信他；或者，她没注意他的断言。这使他有些生气，使他想迫使她注意。 He went off by himself, vaguely, in a childish way
27、, seeking for the clue to luck. Absorbed, taking no heed of other people, he went about with a sort of stealth, seeking inwardly for luck. He wanted luck, he wanted it, he wanted it. When the two girls were playing dolls in the nursery, he would sit on his big rocking-horse, charging madly into spac
28、e, with a frenzy that made the little girls peer at him uneasily. Wildly the horse careered, the waving dark hair of the boy tossed, his eyes had a strange glare in them. The little girls dared not speak to him. When he had ridden to the end of his mad little journey, he climbed down and stood in fr
29、ont of his rocking-horse, staring fixedly into its lowered face. Its red mouth was slightly open, its big eye was wide and glassy-bright. 他独自离开了。茫然中，他以幼稚的方法寻找“运气”的线索。他全神贯注，忘记了他人的存在，悄 悄地在心中寻找着“运气”。他需要运气。他需要它。他需要它。当两个女孩在儿童室玩布娃娃的时候，他便骑上大木马，向空中狂奔，带着疯狂，以致两个小女孩用忧虑的眼神盯着他。木马在疾驰，小男孩波浪式的黑发在飘扬，眼中露出了奇异的光芒。小女孩不敢
30、同他说话。当他这一疯癫的旅程结束，就从木马身上爬下来，站在木马跟前，凝视着木马的面部。它那红色的嘴微微张开，大大的圆眼睛，晶莹透亮。 Now! he would silently command the snorting steed. Now, take me to where there is luck! Now take me! And he would slash the horse on the neck with the little whip he had asked Uncle Oscar for. He knew the horse could take him to wher
31、e there was luck, if only he forced it. So he would mount again, and start on his furious ride, hoping at last to get there. He knew he could get there. Youll break your horse, Paul! said the nurse. Hes always riding like that! I wish hed leave off! said his elder sister Joan. But he only glared dow
32、n on them in silence. Nurse gave him up. She could make nothing of him. Anyhow he was growing beyond her. “驾！”他轻声地命令正在吐鼻息的骏马。“驾，把我带到运气好的地方去！驾，带我去。”接着，他便用从奥斯卡叔叔那儿要来的小皮鞭抽打木马的颈部。他知道，只要他迫使木马，木马便能够把他带到运气好的地方去。于是，他又爬上木马，开始了疯狂的旅程，希望到达好运所在的地方。他知道他能到达那儿。“你会把木马弄坏的，保罗！”保姆说。“他老是那样骑马！我希望他离开！”姐姐琼说道。但他只是默默地凝视着她们。保
33、姆也只好随他去。她拿他无可奈何。他已长大成人，不再受保姆的管。 One day his mother and his Uncle Oscar came in when he was on one of his furious rides. He did not speak to them. Hallo, you young jockey! Riding a winner? said his uncle. Arent you growing too big for a rocking-horse? Youre not a very little boy any longer, you know,
34、 said his mother. But Paul only gave a blue glare from his big, rather close-set eyes. He would speak to nobody when he was in full tilt. His mother watched him with an anxious expression on her face. At last he suddenly stopped forcing his horse into the mechanical gallop, and slid down. 一天，当他在疯狂地骑
35、马时，母亲和奥斯卡叔叔进来了。他没有同他们说话。“喂，小骑马师！正在骑一匹赢马？”他叔叔说。“你不是已经长大，不再玩木马了吗？你知道自己已不再是小孩了，”母亲说道。但是，保罗只是用他那双紧蹙的大眼睛忧伤地看了他们一眼。全身伏在马背时，他谁也不理睬。母亲看着他，脸上带着焦虑的表情。终于，他突然停止了机械地奔驰，从木马上滑下来。 Well, I got there! he announced fiercely, his blue eyes still flaring, and his sturdy long legs straddling apart. Where did you get to?
36、asked his mother. Where I wanted to go, he flared back at her. Thats right, son! said Uncle Oscar. Dont you stop till you get there. Whats the horses name? He doesnt have a name, said the boy. Gets on without all right? asked the uncle. Well, he has different names. He was called Sansovino last week
37、. Sansovino, eh? won the Ascot. How did you know his name? He always talks about horse-races with Bassett, said Joan. The uncle was delighted to find that his small nephew was posted with all the racing news. Bassett, the young gardener, who had been wounded in the left foot in the war and had got h
38、is present job through Oscar Cresswell, whose batman he had been, was a perfect blade of the turf. He lived in the racing events, and the small boy lived with him. “好了，我已到那儿了！”他激动地宣称，眼中仍在闪光，坚实的双腿分开站着。“你到了哪儿？”母亲问道。“我想去的地方，”他目光炯炯地回过头来看了她一眼。“对了，儿子！”奥斯卡叔叔说：“你不是到那儿后才停下来吗？那匹马的名字叫什么？”“他没有名字，”男孩说。“没有名字也行？”叔
39、叔问道。“哦，它有不同的名字。它上周叫做桑索维诺”。“桑索维诺啊？在阿斯科特马赛上得胜的，你怎样知道它的名字的？”“他总是和巴塞特一起谈论马赛，”琼说。叔叔发现小侄儿对赛马的新闻了如指掌，感到很高兴。年轻的园丁巴塞特在战争中左腿受了伤，通过奥斯卡克斯韦尔获得了现在这份工作。他曾经是克斯韦尔的勤务兵，是马赛场上的老手。他熟知马赛之事，男孩与他生活在一起。 Oscar Cresswell got it all from Bassett. Master Paul comes and asks me, so I cant do more than tell him, sir, said Bassett
40、, his face terribly serious, as if he were speaking of religious matters. And does he ever put anything on a horse he fancies? Well I dont want to give him away hes a young sport, a fine sport, sir. Would you mind asking him himself? He sort of takes a pleasure in it, and perhaps hed feel I was givi
41、ng him away, sir, if you dont mind. Bassett was serious as a church. The uncle went back to his nephew and took him off for a ride in the car. Say, Paul, old man, do you ever put anything on a horse? the uncle asked. The boy watched the handsome man closely. Why, do you think I oughtnt to? he parrie
42、d. Not a bit of it. I thought perhaps you might give me a tip for the Lincoln. The car sped on into the country, going down to Uncle Oscars place in Hampshire. 奥斯卡克斯韦尔从巴塞特那儿知道了这一切。“保罗少爷来问我，所以我只能告诉他，先生”，巴塞特说，脸色十分严肃，好像在谈论宗教。“他是否给想象中的马下过注？”“哦-我不想出卖他-他是个年轻的玩家，好玩家，先生，你是否愿意去问他自己？他对马赛有点兴趣，也许他会觉得我出卖了他，先生，如果
43、你不介意的话。”巴塞特像教堂一样严肃。叔叔回到侄儿那儿，带他坐车兜风。“嗨，保罗，老伙计，你在马身上下过注吗？”叔叔问道。男孩仔细看了看这位英俊的男人。“嗨，您是不是认为我不该这样做？”他回避道。“一点也没有。我认为，关于林肯马赛，也许你可以给我一点提示。”车疾速驶进了乡村，朝奥斯卡叔叔在汉普夏郡的住处开去。 Honor bright? said the uncle. Well, then, Daffodil. Daffodil! I doubt it, sonny. What about Mirza? I only know the winner, said the boy. Thats D
44、affodil. Daffodil, eh? There was a pause. Daffodil was an obscure horse comparatively. Uncle! Yes, son? You wont let it go any further, will you? I promised Bassett. Bassett be damned, old man! Whats he got to do with it? Were partners. Weve been partners from the first. Uncle, he lent me my first f
45、ive shillings, which I lost. I promised him, honor bright, it was only between me and him; only you gave me that ten-shilling note I started winning with, so I thought you were lucky. You wont let it go any further, will you? “说真的？”叔叔说。“好了，那么，我说是水仙。“水仙！我怀疑，乖儿子，米尔泽如何？”“我只知道赢马”，男孩说。“就是水仙。“水仙，嗯？”他们停了一会
46、儿。相比之下，水仙其貌不扬。”“叔叔！“是的，儿子！”“你不会把这提示再往外传，对吧？我答应过巴塞特。”“该死的巴塞特，老家”伙，这与他有什么关系？”“我们是合伙人。我们一开始就是合伙人。叔叔，他借给我5先令，我输掉了。我答应过他，说真的，这只是我和他之间的秘密；只是你给我那张十先令的票子后我才开始赢，因此，我认为你运气好。你不会把这事再往外传，对吧？” The boy gazed at his uncle from those big, hot, blue eyes, set rather close together. The uncle stirred and laughed uneas
47、ily. Right you are, son! Ill keep your tip private. Daffodil, eh? How much are you putting on him? All except twenty pounds, said the boy. I keep that in reserve. The uncle thought it a good joke. You keep twenty pounds in reserve, do you, you young romancer? What are you betting, then? Im betting t
48、hree hundred, said the boy gravely. But its between you and me, Uncle Oscar! Honor bright? The uncle burst into a roar of laughter. Its between you and me all right, you young Nat Gould, he said, laughing, But wheres your three hundred? Bassett keeps it for me. Were partners. You are, are you! And what is Bassett putting on Daffodil? He wont go quite as high as I do, I expect. Perhaps hell go a hundred and fifty. What, pennies?laughed the uncle. Pounds,said the child, with a surprised look at his uncle. Bassett keeps a bigger reserve than I do. 男孩一双热切的，紧蹙的蓝色大眼睛
