他在一个人在意的那些事情上一直很快乐，很幸运，所以不明白一个发现自己年纪已经不轻会觉得怎样。——一个人年纪已经不轻了，却给抛回到需要青年人信心十足的干劲的起点——他感到半辈子已经过去，却一事无成——失去的时机什么也没有留下，除了那些痛苦的回忆。

Happy and fortunate in all a man cares for, he does not understand what it is to find oneself no longer young—yet thrown back to the starting-point which requires the hopeful energy of youth—to feel one half of life gone, and nothing done—nothing remaining of wasted opportunity, but the bitter recollection that it has been.

“你的手可以算得上灵巧。只要你刻苦用功，锲而不舍，没有理由成不了一个兢兢业业、还算称职的画家。到时候，你会发现有数以万计的同行画得及不上你，也有数以万计的同行画得跟你不相上下。在你给我看的那些画里面，我没有看到才华，我只看到勤奋和智慧。你永远只能当一个平凡的画家”

菲利普只好用相当镇定的口气回答说：

“太麻烦您了，真是感激不尽。不知道怎么谢您才好。”

富瓦内先生站起身来，似乎要走了，突然又改变主意，他收住脚步，把一只手搭在菲利普的肩膀上。

“要是你想问问我的意见，我会说，拿出勇气来，找别的行当去碰碰运气吧。尽管听上去很不悦耳，但我仍然要对你直言一句：如果我在你这样的年纪，也有人给我这种忠告并使我接受的话，那我愿意把我在世界上所拥有的一切都奉献给他。”

"You have a certain manual dexterity. With hard work and perseverance there is no reason why you should not become a careful, not incompetent painter. You would find hundreds who painted worse than you, hundreds who painted as well. I see no talent in anything you have shown me. I see industry and intelligence. You will never be anything but mediocre."

Philip obliged himself to answer quite steadily.

"I'm very grateful to you for having taken so much trouble. I can't thank you enough."

Monsieur Foinet got up and made as if to go, but he changed his mind and, stopping, put his hand on Philip's shoulder.

"But if you were to ask me my advice, I should say: take your courage in both hands and try your luck at something else. It sounds very hard, but let me tell you this: I would give all I have in the world if someone had given me that advice when I was your age and I had taken it."

“我很想要个女儿，我会亲自把她抚养成人，不让她重蹈我的覆辙。回想我早年的成长经历。我真痛恨我自己，可是我当时没有任何机会。在教育我的女儿时，我要让她心灵自由，我要让她自立自主。希望她无所畏惧，真诚坦荡。我想让她成为一个不依附于他人、自立自强、忠实于自己的女孩，我想让她能自由自在地生活，过得比我幸福。”

"I want a girl because I want to bring her up so that she shan't make the mistakes I've made. When I look back upon the girl I was I hate myself. But I never had a chance. I'm going to bring up my daughter so that she's free and can stand on her own feet. … I want her to be fearless and frank. I want her to be a person, independent of others because she is possessed of herself, and I want her to take life like a free man and make a better job of it than I have."

“她的眼睛是那么的明亮！天上两颗最灿烂的星星，如果有事他去，都会请求她的眼睛替代它们在空中闪亮。要是她的眼睛变成了天上的星星，天上的星星变成了她的眼睛，那会怎样呢？她脸上的光辉会掩盖了星星的明亮，正像灯光在朝阳下黯然失色一样；她天上的眼睛，会在太空中大放光亮，使鸟儿误认为黑夜已经过去而欢快歌唱。”

“罗密欧啊，罗密欧！为什么你偏偏是罗密欧呢？否认你的父亲，抛弃你的姓氏吧；也许你不愿意这样做，那么只要你宣誓做我的爱人，我就抛弃凯普莱特这个姓氏啦。只有你的姓氏才是我的仇敌！你即使不姓蒙太古，你还是你。蒙太古是什么？它不是手，也不是脚，又不是手臂，又不是脸孔，又不是身体上任何其他的部分。啊！换一个姓氏吧！姓氏又能代表什么呢？玫瑰花要是改成其他名字，它的香味还是同样的芬芳；罗密欧要是换了姓氏，他可爱的完美不会有丝毫损伤。罗密欧，抛弃了你蒙太古的姓吧! 我愿意奉献我的一切，来赔偿你的损失！”

“我相信你的话。叫我一声爱人，我将得到重新洗礼！从此我不再叫做罗密欧了。”

ROMEO. Two of the fairest stars in all the heaven,
Having some business, do entreat her eyes
To twinkle in their spheres till they return.
What if her eyes were there, they in her head?
The brightness of her cheek would shame those stars,
As daylight doth a lamp; her eyes in heaven
Would through the airy region stream so bright
That birds would sing and think it were not night.

JULIET. O Romeo, Romeo! wherefore art thou Romeo?
Deny thy father and refuse thy name;
Or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love,
And I'll no longer be a Capulet.
… 'Tis but thy name that is my enemy;
Thou art thyself, though not a Montague.
What's Montague? it is nor hand, nor foot,
Nor arm, nor face, nor any other part
Belonging to a man. O, be some other name!
What's in a name? that which we call a rose
By any other name would smell as sweet;
So Romeo would, were he not Romeo call'd,
Retain that dear perfection which he owes
Without that title. Romeo, doff thy name,
And for that name which is no part of thee
Take all myself.

ROMEO. I take thee at thy word:
Call me but love, and I'll be new baptized;
Henceforth I never will be Romeo.

“生存还是毁灭，这是一个值得考虑的问题；默然忍受命运暴虐的毒箭，或是挺身反抗人世无涯的苦难,通过斗争把它们扫个干净，这两种行为，哪一种更加高尚？死了；睡着了；什么都完了；要是在这一种睡眠之中，我们心头的创痛，以及其他无数血肉之躯所不能避免的打击，都可以从此消失，那正是我们求之不得的结局。死了；睡着了；睡着了也许还会做梦；嗯，阻碍就在这儿：因为当我们摆脱了这一具朽腐的皮囊以后，在那死亡的睡眠里，究竟将要做些什么梦，那不能不使我们踌躇顾虑。人们甘心久困于患难之中，也就是为了这个缘故；谁愿意忍受人世的鞭挞和讥嘲、压迫者的凌辱、傲慢者的冷眼、被轻蔑的爱情的惨痛、法律的迁延、官吏的横暴和费尽辛勤所换来的小人的鄙视，要是他只要用一柄小小的刀子，就可以清算他自己的一生？谁愿意负着这样的重担，在烦劳的生命的压迫下呻吟流汗，倘不是因为惧怕不可知的死后，惧怕那从来不曾有一个旅人回来过的神秘之国，是它迷惑了我们的意志，使我们宁愿忍受这样的的折磨，不敢向我们所不知道的痛苦飞去？这样，重重的顾虑使我们全变成了懦夫，决心的赤热的光彩，被审慎的思维盖上了一层灰色，伟大的事业在这一种考虑之下，也会逆流而退，失去了行动的意义。”

To be, or not to be: that is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,
And by opposing end them? To die: to sleep;
No more; and by a sleep to say we end
The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to, 'tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep;
To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub;
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Must give us pause: there's the respect
That makes calamity of so long life;
For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely,
The pangs of despised love, the law's delay,
The insolence of office and the spurns
That patient merit of the unworthy takes,
When he himself might his quietus make
With a bare bodkin? who would fardels bear,
To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
But that the dread of something after death,
The undiscover'd country from whose bourn
No traveller returns, puzzles the will
And makes us rather bear those ills we have
Than fly to others that we know not of?
Thus conscience does make cowards of us all;
And thus the native hue of resolution
Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought,
And enterprises of great pith and moment
With this regard their currents turn awry,
And lose the name of action.

一个在门口探头探脑的小女孩把那封用蓝色信纸写的信交给我，从那封信我得知那个曾经使我成为拜伦的姑娘即将嫁给一位乡绅。一个穿着带护腿高筒靴的男人，一个总是拿着鞭子的男人，一个经常在饭桌上大谈肥胖阉牛问题的男人——我冷嘲热讽地大声叫嚷着，同时又仰望着天上快速漂浮的云块，痛感到我自己的失败；意识到自己渴望自由；渴望逃避；渴望受到束缚；渴望有个了结；渴望继续下去；渴望成为路易斯那样的人；渴望保持我自己；而后我就披着雨衣独自走了出去，在永恒的群山下面感到自己脾气太坏，一点也不值得崇敬；后来就回到住处，抱怨羊肉，打起行囊，并就此又重新回到那漩涡之中；回到那痛苦的磨难之中。

And a little girl, peeping round the door, gave me that letter, written on blue paper, in which I learnt that the girl who had made me Byron was to marry a squire. A man in gaiters, a man with a whip, a man who made speeches about fat oxen at dinner—I exclaimed derisively and looked at the racing clouds, and felt my own failure; my desire to be free; to escape; to be bound; to make an end; to continue; to be Louis; to be myself; and walked out in my mackintosh alone, and felt grumpy under the eternal hills and not in the least sublime; and came home and blamed the meat and packed and so back again to the welter; to the torture.

就在他们走过的当儿，他瞧见安妮的面孔，他非常仔细地打量着她，目光里流露出爱慕的神色,安妮不可能不觉察。她看上去极其动人，她那端庄秀气的面庞让清风一吹拂，又焕发出青春的娇润与艳丽，一双眼睛也变得炯炯有神。显然，那位绅士（他在举止上是个十足的绅士）对她极为倾慕。温特沃思舰长当即掉头朝她望去，表明他注意到了这一情形。他瞥了她一眼，和颜悦色地瞥了她一眼，仿佛是说: “那人对你着迷了，眼下就连我也觉得你又有些像安妮·埃利奥特了。”

They ascended and passed him; and as they passed, Anne's face caught his eye, and he looked at her with a degree of earnest admiration, which she could not be insensible of. She was looking remarkably well; her very regular, very pretty features, having the bloom and freshness of youth restored by the fine wind which had been blowing on her complexion, and by the animation of eye which it had also produced. It was evident that the gentleman, (completely a gentleman in manner) admired her exceedingly. Captain Wentworth looked round at her instantly in a way which shewed his noticing of it. He gave her a momentary glance, a glance of brightness, which seemed to say, "That man is struck with you, and even I, at this moment, see something like Anne Elliot again."

“一个人不到四十岁是不知道思考的，那以前，我太热心，太固执，太残忍，也太无知。我很遗憾，你还要经历一大段时间才能到四十岁。但要有所得，总要有所失。我常常想，过了四十岁，一个人就不可能真正有所感受了。感受上的新鲜感，零敏感，无疑已经一去不复返了。你会把他们保留的比很多人长，我希望我能够再若干年后再看到你。我要看看生活对你发生了什么作用。一件事是肯定的：它不会败坏你。它可能使你吃尽苦头，但我不相信它能摧毁你。”

"One can't judge till one's forty; before that we're too eager, too hard, too cruel, and in addition much too ignorant. I'm sorry for you; it will be a long time before you're forty. But every gain's a loss of some kind; I often think that after forty one can't really feel. The freshness, the quickness have certainly gone. You'll keep them longer than most people; it will be a great satisfaction to me to see you some years hence. I want to see what life makes of you. One thing's certain—it can't spoil you. It may pull you about horribly, but I defy it to break you up."

“我对你的未来怀有一种美丽的幻想，”拉尔夫说，没有回答她的话，“我一直在为你设想一种崇高的命运，我对这事感兴趣。但在那里完全没有你现在那样的情况，你不应该这么容易、这么快就摔下来。”

“你说，摔下来？”

“是的，它表现了我对这事的看法。在我的心目中，你是在蔚蓝的天空中高高翱翔，在光芒万丈的云端，在人们的头顶上飞行。突然有人向上抛了一朵已经凋谢的玫瑰花——它抛了上去，可是根本达不到你的高度——你就一头栽下来，掉到了地上。这使我感到委屈，”拉尔夫鼓足了勇气说，“彷佛我自己掉了下来！”

"I had treated myself to a charming vision of your future," Ralph observed without answering this; "I had amused myself with planning out a high destiny for you. There was to be nothing of this sort in it. You were not to come down so easily or so soon."

"Come down, you say?"

"Well, that renders my sense of what has happened to you. You seemed to me to be soaring far up in the blue—to be, sailing in the bright light, over the heads of men. Suddenly some one tosses up a faded rosebud—a missile that should never have reached you—and straight you drop to the ground. It hurts me," said Ralph audaciously, "hurts me as if I had fallen myself!"

一个人往往受到生活的支配，生活支撑人的躯壳，完成人的历史使命，但同时却又虚无缥缈，仿佛任人去自生自灭，不闻不问。

Sometimes life takes hold of one, carries the body along, accomplishes one's history, and yet is not real, but leaves oneself as it were slurred over.

“当理发师拿起他的工具时，我朝我的头发看了最后一眼，那就是结局。我从来不为那样的小事哭鼻子。不过我承认，当我看到原来可爱的头发安放在桌子上，自己头上只剩下短而乱的发根时，觉得很不自在。我几乎像被斫去一只手臂或一条腿。那女人见我看着那头发，便捡出一长绺给我保留着。我把它交给你，妈妈，以纪念往昔秀发披肩的美丽。其实留短发很舒服，我可不想再要那浓密长发了。”

“I took a last look at my hair while the man got his things, and that was the end of it. I never snivel over trifles like that. I will confess, though, I felt queer when I saw the dear old hair laid out on the table, and felt only the short rough ends of my head. It almost seemed as if I’d an arm or leg off. The woman saw me look at it, and picked out a long lock for me to keep. I’ll give it to you, Marmee, just to remember past glories by, for a crop is so comfortable I don’t think I shall ever have a mane again.”

她们默默地吻了她，寂静无声地出去了，仿佛亲爱的病人就睡在隔壁房间似的。贝思和艾米尽管有着巨大的忧伤也很快就睡着了，可是梅格却睡不着，想着她短短的人生中所经历过的最严重的心事。乔躺着不动，她姐姐还以为她睡着了。当梅格碰到一张潮湿的脸颊时，一声憋着的呜咽使她喊了起来：

“乔，亲爱的，怎么了？你在哭父亲吗？”

“我的——我的头发！”可怜的乔放声哭了起来，她想用枕头把自己的感情压下去，却是徒劳。

梅格一点都不觉得好笑，她无限温柔地吻着抚摸着这个苦恼的女英雄。

“我并不后悔，”乔哽噎着声明说，“如果有可能，我明天还会这么做的。这仅仅是我虚荣、自私的一面，卖掉了头发又来哭泣这太傻了。别告诉任何人，现在一切都过去了。我还以为你睡着了呢，所以就想私下里为我那一点美丽悲叹两声。你怎么还醒着？”

They kissed her quietly, and went to bed as silently as if the dear invalid lay in the next room. Beth and Amy soon fell asleep in spite of the great trouble, but Meg lay awake, thinking the most serious thoughts she had ever known in her short life. Jo lay motionless, and her sister fancied that she was asleep, till a stifled sob made her exclaim, as she touched a wet cheek...

“Jo, dear, what is it? Are you crying about father?”

“My... My hair!” burst out poor Jo, trying vainly to smother her emotion in the pillow.

It did not seem at all comical to Meg, who kissed and caressed the afflicted heroine in the tenderest manner.

“I’m not sorry,” protested Jo, with a choke. “I’d do it again tomorrow, if I could. It’s only the vain part of me that goes and cries in this silly way. Don’t tell anyone, it’s all over now. I thought you were asleep, so I just made a little private moan for my one beauty. How came you to be awake?”

白天实在太短了。他要学的东西真多呀。他拚命少睡，只睡五个钟点，发现这样也过得下去。他试试只睡四个半钟点，结果不成，只得没奈何地回复到睡五个钟点。他要干的工作很多，巴不得把醒着的时间一股脑儿用来干其中的任何一项。他停止了写作来读书，停止了读书上图书馆，硬着头皮离开那间知识的海图室，或者放下阅览室里的杂志，上面满载着作家们怎样卖掉稿件的诀窍，这些时候，他总是怀着恋恋不舍的心情。当他在罗丝那儿，得站起身来告辞时，心弦总像被刀割一般；不过，一到了黑黝黝的大街上，他就横冲直撞地飞跑，为了尽量节省时间，尽早赶回家去读书。最难受的是：不得不合上代数或物理书，收拾起笔记本和铅笔，闭上疲倦的眼睛入睡。他想到要停止生活就恨，即使停止的时间是那么短也罢，而唯一的安慰是，闹钟的指针被拨在五个钟点以后的地方。不管怎么着，他至多只损失五个钟点，到那时候，叮铃铃的钟声会把他从无知无觉的境界里一把拖起来，他面前就又是十九个钟点的辉煌的一天啦。

The days were too short. There was so much he wanted to study. He cut his sleep down to five hours and found that he could get along upon it. He tried four hours and a half, and regretfully came back to five. He could joyfully have spent all his waking hours upon any one of his pursuits. It was with regret that he ceased from writing to study, that he ceased from study to go to the library, that he tore himself away from that chart-room of knowledge or from the magazines in the reading-room that were filled with the secrets of writers who succeeded in selling their wares. It was like severing heart strings, when he was with Ruth, to stand up and go; and he scorched through the dark streets so as to get home to his books at the least possible expense of time. And hardest of all was it to shut up the algebra or physics, put note-book and pencil aside, and close his tired eyes in sleep. He hated the thought of ceasing to live, even for so short a time, and his sole consolation was that the alarm clock was set five hours ahead. He would lose only five hours anyway, and then the jangling bell would jerk him out of unconsciousness and he would have before him another glorious day of nineteen hours.

“事实上，他曾是一个知恩图报和感情丰富的少年，哦，我记得很清楚，当时他才这么点大，给父亲撂在后院里跑来跑去，脚上没有靴子，小裤子光靠一个扣子吊着……我就给他带去一斤榛子，因为还从来没有人给这孩子带去一斤榛子，我竖起一根手指头。对他说：‘小孩儿！圣父，’他笑了起来，跟着我说：‘圣父。’我说：‘圣子，’他又笑了，学着说：‘圣子。’我说：‘圣灵，’他又笑起来，尽可能照着样儿说：‘圣灵。’我就走了。第三天我打他那儿经过，他主动叫我：‘伯伯，圣父，圣子，’只是忘了圣灵，我帮他想了起来，我再次觉得他怪可怜的。后来他给送到别处去了，我就不再看到他。过了二十三年，一天早上我坐在自己书房里，已是满头白发，忽然走进来一位容光焕发的年轻人，我怎么也认不出是谁，但他举起一个手指头笑着说：‘圣父圣子圣灵！我刚到此地，特地来为一斤榛子向您道谢，因为那时候从来没有人给我买过一斤榛子，只有您为我买过一斤榛子。’于是我想起自己年轻时多么幸福，也想起了脚上没有靴子、满院跑的可怜小男孩，我的心整个儿翻了过来，我说：‘你是个知恩图报的年轻人，因为你始终记得你小时候我带给你的一斤榛子。’我和他拥抱，为他祝福。当时我哭了。他笑了，但他也在哭，因为俄国人常常在该哭的时候笑。当时他哭了，我看见的。可现在，唉！…

“现在我也在哭，德国人，现在我也在哭，你是个好人！”米嘉忽然从被告席上大声叫喊。……”

"In truth he was a grateful and warm-hearted boy — oh, I remember it very well, he was only so high at the time, left to run about the back yard by his father, without boots on his feet, his little trousers hanging by a single button… So I brought him a pound of hazelnuts, for no one had ever yet brought that child a pound of hazelnuts. I raised one finger and said to him: 'Little one! God the Father,' and he laughed and repeated after me: 'God the Father.' I said: 'God the Son,' and he laughed again and said after me: 'God the Son.' I said: 'God the Holy Ghost,' and he laughed again and said, as well as he could: 'God the Holy Ghost.' And I went away. Two days later I was passing by and he called out to me of his own accord: 'Uncle, God the Father, God the Son' — only he had forgotten the Holy Ghost, and I reminded him of it, and again I felt how pitiable he was. Then he was taken away somewhere and I saw him no more. Twenty-three years went by. One morning I was sitting in my study, my head already white, when in came a young man in the flower of life, whom I could not recognise at all; but he lifted one finger and said, laughing: 'God the Father, God the Son, and God the Holy Ghost! I have only just arrived here, and I have come on purpose to thank you for that pound of hazelnuts; for no one else ever bought me a pound of hazelnuts then — you alone bought me a pound of hazelnuts.' And then I remembered how happy I had been in my youth, and I remembered the poor little boy with no boots on his feet running about the yard, and my whole heart was turned over within me, and I said: 'You are a grateful young man, for you have remembered all your life the pound of hazelnuts I brought you in your childhood.' And I embraced him and blessed him. And I wept. He laughed, but he was weeping too — for a Russian will very often laugh when he ought to weep. But he wept, I saw it. And now, alas!…"

"Now I am weeping too, German — now I am weeping too, you good man!" Mitya suddenly shouted out from the dock. …

他身上尽管没有什么称得上美的地方，但此刻她也找不出特别丑的地方。对于疤痕是能够习惯的。就像奶奶所说的那样：“你需要的不是一个漂亮的男人，而是一个好人。”经受过这样的磨难之后还那么坚强和刚毅——这就是卓娅从他身上所明确感觉到的。这种经过考验的刚毅，她在自己所结识的男青年当中还没有遇到过。

她一针针地绣着，忽然感觉到他投来打量的目光。 卓娅投去一瞥，但并没抬起头来。 他开始以极富表现力的语调朗诵，目光始终没离开过她： 我该召唤谁呢？ …… 只因为我还活着， 我该跟谁来分享 这既悲又喜的欢乐？

“可你们不是已经分享过了么！”卓娅悄声说，眼睛和嘴唇在向他微笑。

她的嘴唇不像玫瑰，但似乎也不是涂了口红。那是一种燃烧得不太炽烈的火焰的颜色，介于朱红与橙黄之间。黄色夕阳的柔光使他瘦削面庞的病态脸色有了生气。在这温暖的天地里，看来他死不了，他能活下去。

奥列格把脑袋一抖，像吉他歌手唱完了哀伤的歌要换唱快乐的歌似的： “暧，卓英卡！您就彻底为我安排一个节日吧！这些白长衫让我腻烦透了。我希望您给我看的不是护士，而是一个漂亮的城市姑娘！要知道，在乌什一捷列克我是看不到城里姑娘的。”

There was nothing about him that could be called beautiful, yet just now she could find nothing especially ugly in him either. One can grow used to a scar. As her grandmother used to say: "What you need is not a handsome man but a good one." To have come through such an ordeal and still be so firm and so steadfast — that was what Zoya felt in him beyond mistaking. Such tested steadfastness she had never yet met with among the young men she knew.

She went on with her stitching, and suddenly felt his appraising look upon her. Zoya glanced across, but without lifting her head. He began to declaim, with great expression, never taking his eyes from her:

"Whom shall I call? With whom shall I share
that sorrowful gladness — that I am still alive?"

"But you have shared it already!" Zoya said softly, her eyes and her lips smiling at him.

Her lips were not like roses, and yet they seemed not to be painted either. They were the colour of a flame burning not too fiercely, somewhere between vermilion and orange. The soft yellow light of the setting sun gave life to the sick pallor of his gaunt face. In this warm little world it seemed he would not die; he would live.

Oleg gave his head a shake, like a guitar-singer who has finished a mournful song and is about to strike up a merry one: "Ah, Zoyenka! Make me a real holiday of it, then! I am utterly sick of these white coats. I want you to show me not a nurse but a pretty girl of the town! You must understand, in Ush-Terek there are no town girls for me to look at."

现在，看到中国的文化大革命（也是在最终胜利后第十七年），我们大可怀疑这里有历史的规律性。甚至斯大林本人，我们也开始觉得只是一种盲目的和表面的执行力量。

Now, seeing China's Cultural Revolution (and it too came in the seventeenth year after the final victory), we may well suspect that there is a historical regularity at work here. Even Stalin himself we now begin to feel was no more than a blind and superficial executive force.

当他们在一般的文化方面冒充内行的时候，总是丑态百出。尽管对于x^2dx的积分尚不甚了然，他仍勇于赤膊上阵地和我进行有关任何高等数学方法的争论。他记住了五六句小学课本上的德文，不管是地方不是地方，到处运用。他根本不懂英文，但是关于英语发音问题可以和他人争论的脸红脖子粗，其实那句英文只是他一次在饭馆里听到的。

Whenever they set up as connoisseurs in matters of general culture, the spectacle was ludicrous in the extreme. Though he had no clear notion of how to integrate x²dx, he would still strip to the waist and do battle with me over any method of higher mathematics whatever. He had memorised five or six phrases of German out of a primary-school textbook, and trotted them out everywhere, in season and out. He knew no English at all, yet he could argue himself red in the face with anyone about English pronunciation — on the strength of a single English sentence he had once overheard in a restaurant.

首先，我觉得一切都那么龌龊——精神上的卑鄙龌龊。我根本不是说几十个甚至几百个围在赌台旁边的那些惶惶不安、贪得无厌的人。一心想赢得快些，赢得多些，我根本看不出这样的愿望有什么卑鄙龌龊的地方。可是，当人家辩护说：“不过是小赌而已，”一个饱食终日的道德家却回答说：这样更坏，因为连贪心也很渺小——我总觉得这个道德家的思想很愚蠢。其实，贪心大还是小——还不是一回事。这是个相对而言的问题。罗特希尔德觉得是区区小数，我认为是一笔巨款，至于押注赢钱，人们不光是在轮盘赌台上，而且到处都在互相巧取豪夺。押注赢钱是不是卑鄙——这是另外一个问题。我在这里不打算作解答。由于我自己狂热地一心想赢钱，当我跨进赌场的时候，这种贪婪以及诸如此类的丑恶心理可以说是正中我的下怀。大家不必互相谦让，可以公开地为所欲为，倒也是件痛快的事情。为什么要欺骗自己呢？这是一种无聊透顶、挥霍无度的玩意儿！

In the first place, it all struck me as so squalid — morally base and squalid. I am not speaking at all of the dozens, even hundreds, of anxious and greedy faces crowded about the gaming tables. I can see nothing base whatever in the wish to win quickly and to win a great deal. But when a well-fed moralist answers the plea “it is only small play, after all” by saying that this is worse, because the greed is petty as well — I have always thought that man's reasoning stupid. As though greed, large or small, were not one and the same thing. It is a question of proportion. What is a trifle to Rothschild is a fortune to me; and as for winnings and spoils, it is not only at the roulette table that people fleece one another — they do it everywhere. Whether winning is base is another question, and I do not undertake to settle it here. Since I was myself possessed by a furious wish to win, all this greed and all this foulness, if you like, suited me well enough as I crossed the threshold. There is nothing pleasanter than not having to stand on ceremony with one another, but to act openly and as one pleases. And indeed, why deceive oneself? It is the idlest and most improvident of occupations!

乍一看，这一大帮子玩轮盘赌的赌客围在赌台旁边，对赌博的那种严肃、紧张甚至虔敬的神气是很不雅观的。所以这里就有明显的区别，一种赌博称之为下等赌博，一种赌博是适合上等人玩的。两种赌博：一种是绅士玩的，另一种是下等人玩的，金钱至上，一般赌徒热衷的赌博。这是有严格区别的，可是这种区别实际上是毫无意义的！

At first sight, this whole crowd of players packed about the tables, with their grave, strained, even reverent air over the play, is not a pretty thing to look at. And so a distinction is drawn here: one sort of gambling is called plebeian gambling, and another is the sort fit for gentlemen. Two kinds of play: the one a gentleman plays, and the one the mob plays, the mercenary sort, the sort your common gambler is greedy for. The distinction is strictly drawn — and how utterly meaningless the distinction really is!

这帮人赌起钱来也真下流。我甚至不反对这样的看法：赌场上偷盗的勾当层出不穷，成了司空见惯的事儿。庄家坐在赌桌的两头，注视着赌客押的赌注，计算着赌客赢钱的数目，忙得不可开交。还有这一大帮形形色色的赌客！赌客大部分是法国人。不过，我在这里细细观察，根本不是为了描写轮盘赌。我要使自己适应这样的环境，懂得往后如何行事。比如说，我发现这是最普通不过的事——突然有人从背后伸过手来，把您赢的钱抢走。于是发生争执，往往是大吵大闹——赶紧找人作证，证明赌注是您的！

And the way these people play is contemptible too. I am not even prepared to argue with the view that thieving at the tables goes on all the time and is taken as a matter of course. The croupiers, sitting at either end of the table, watch the stakes and reckon up the winnings, and they have their hands full. And what a crowd of players, of every sort! Most of them are French. Still, I am observing all this closely not in the least in order to describe roulette. I want to accustom myself to these surroundings and to understand how I am to conduct myself hereafter. I found, for instance, that nothing is more ordinary than for a hand to reach out suddenly from behind you and carry off your winnings. A dispute follows, often an uproar — and then be so good as to find witnesses to prove that the stake was yours!

在我们道别的这会儿我再说一遍……因为用不着欺骗我们自己，我们这次别后再不见面了，你也能感觉得出来……你做得很聪明，你生来不是过我们那种艰辛和贫穷生活的人。你没有不顾一切的锐气和激越的忿懑，但有年轻人的勇敢和年轻人的热忱，而这些，对我们的事业是没有用的。

Let me say it once more, now that we are parting… for there is no use deceiving ourselves: we shall not meet again after this, and you feel it yourself… You have done sensibly; you were not made for our bitter, harsh, solitary life. There is no insolence in you, no anger, but you have the daring of youth and the ardour of youth — and those are of no use for our business.

“你真是要和我永远告别吗，叶夫根尼？”阿尔卡季悲哀地问，“就没有别的话要跟我说了？”

“有，阿尔卡季，还有话要说，但不想说，因为都是些浪漫主义，也就是说都是些多愁善感之词。你快快结婚吧，快快筑好窝，生他一大群孩子。他们会是很聪明的，因为他们将生活在新的时代，不像我们这样生不逢时。哦，马车已准备好了，该上路啦！我已和所有的人告过别……咱俩要不要拥抱一下？”

阿尔卡季抱住曾有过一段师友之谊的巴扎罗夫的脖子，泪水潸然而下。

“Are you really saying goodbye to me for ever, Yevgeny?” Arkady asked sadly. “And have you nothing else to say to me?”

“There is, Arkady, there is something else to say, but I shall not say it, because it is all romanticism — which is to say, sentimentality. Marry quickly, and make your nest quickly, and get yourself a great many children. They will be clever, because they will be born into a new time, and not out of season as we were. Ah, the horses are ready, it is time to go! I have taken leave of everyone… Well then — shall we embrace?”

Arkady threw his arms about the neck of Bazarov, who had once been something between a teacher and a friend to him, and the tears streamed down his face.

他站起身来，把娜塔莎从安乐椅上抱起来，把她紧紧地、紧紧地贴在自己心口。

“她又在这里了，又贴着我的心了！”他叫道，“噢，我感谢你，上帝，感谢你的一切，一切，感谢你的恼怒，也感谢你的仁慈！……也感谢暴风雨过后你现在又照耀着我们的阳光！为了这千金一刻，我要感谢你！噢！尽管我们是被侮辱的人，尽管我们是被损害的人，但是我们又在一起了，就让那些骄横不可一世的人，就让那些侮辱过我们和损害过我们的人现在去得意吧！就让他们拿石头打我们吧！别怕，娜塔莎……我们要手拉手地走出去，我要对他们说：这是我的爱女，这是我的掌上明珠，这是我的清白无辜的女儿，她受过你们的侮辱和损害，但是我爱她，我要永生永世地祝福她！……”

He rose to his feet, lifted Natasha out of the armchair, and pressed her close, close against his heart.

“She is here again, against my heart again!” he cried. “Oh, I thank Thee, God, I thank Thee for everything, for everything, for Thy anger and for Thy mercy too!… and for the sun that shines on us now, after the storm! For this priceless moment I thank Thee! Oh! Though we are the insulted, though we are the injured, we are together again — and let the proud and haughty exult now if they will, let those who have insulted and injured us exult! Let them cast stones at us! Do not be afraid, Natasha… We shall go out hand in hand, and I shall say to them: this is my beloved daughter, this is the apple of my eye, this is my innocent daughter, whom you have insulted and injured — but I love her, and I shall bless her for ever and ever!…”

他觉得他的真正的初恋正是在这个春天开始的。那时，他天天都在爱慕着某个人、某件事，热恋着一切中学的女同学以及世界上所有的姑娘！现在，他觉得那些日子已经非常遥远了！那时候，他还完全是个孩子，天真无瑕、淳朴忠厚，他的那些小小的喜悦、悲伤和梦想还是那样贫乏！

他那没有具体对象的精神恋爱不过是一种梦幻，更确切地说，不过是一场美梦的幻影而已。然而今天，世界上存在着一个卡佳，存在着一个体现了整个世界的心灵，这个心灵凌驾于他和一切事物之上。

It seemed to him that his real first love had begun in that very spring. In those days he was in love every day with someone, with something; he was in love with every schoolgirl at the gymnasium and with every girl in the world! Now those days seemed to him very far off. He had been altogether a child then — innocent, simple, guileless — and how meagre his small joys, his small sorrows and his small dreams had been!

That love of the spirit, which had no object of its own, was only a daydream — or, to put it more exactly, only the phantom of a beautiful dream. But today there exists in the world a Katya; there exists a soul in which the whole world is embodied, and that soul stands above him and above everything else.

乐师们憋着，免得笑出声来；听众们睁大了眼睛，而且可能真想堵上耳朵，但又无法办到。我的那些刽子手般的演奏员们，故意凑热闹，弄出很大噪音，连聋哑人的耳膜都能穿透。我始终坚持指挥着，当然，满头大汗淋漓，但因脸面关系，不敢溜之大吉，也不敢撂下不管。可结果是，我只听见周围的听众在窃窃私议，或者是对我悄声在说：“简直是受不了！多么疯狂的音乐！真是群魔乱舞！”

可怜的让-雅克，在这残酷的时刻，你可曾想到，你的音乐在法国国王及其整个宫廷面前会激起惊叹和掌声；想不到有一天，你周围包厢里的最可爱的女人们会窃窃私语：“多么动听的音乐！多么迷人的乐声！所有这些歌曲是多么地扣人心弦啊！”

The musicians held themselves in to keep from bursting out laughing; the audience opened their eyes wide, and would gladly have stopped their ears had that been possible. My executioners of players, deliberately adding to the confusion, made a din that would have pierced the eardrums of the deaf. I went on conducting all the while, streaming with sweat, of course, but for very shame not daring to slip away or to abandon my post. And all the result was that I heard the audience whispering around me, or murmuring in my very ear: "It is simply unbearable! What mad music! What a witches' sabbath!"

Poor Jean-Jacques, in that cruel hour could you have imagined that one day your music would call forth wonder and applause before the King of France and all his court; that in the boxes about you the loveliest women would be whispering to one another: "What delightful music! What enchanting sounds! Every one of these airs goes straight to the heart!"

早祷的钟声突然响了，无数的钟声一下子都惊醒了。天又黎明！黑沉沉的危崖后面，看不见的太阳在金色的天空升起。快要倒下的斗士终于到了彼岸。于是他对孩子说:

“咱们终于到了!唉，你多重啊！孩子，你究竟是谁？”

孩子回答说:

“我是即将到来的日子。”

Suddenly the bells of matins rang out, and all at once a thousand bells awoke. It was the dawn again! Behind the black cliffs the unseen sun rose into a sky of gold. The fighter, on the point of falling, had reached the other shore at last. And he said to the child:

"We are come! Ah, how heavy you were! Child, who are you, then?"

And the child answered:

"I am the day that is about to be born."

“没有旋律，没有节奏，没有主题的经营；只是一种流汁，没有冷却的液体，它可能适应任何形式而自己并没有一个固定的形式；它什么都不像；只是一片混沌中的几点微光。”

克利斯朵夫笑了笑回答：“差不多是这么回事。混沌的眼睛在世界的幕后发光……”

但来客不懂得诺瓦利斯的这句名言，只暗暗的想：“他才气尽了。”

“No melody, no rhythm, no working out of a theme; only a kind of fluid, an uncooled liquid, which might take any shape you please and has no fixed shape of its own; it is like nothing at all; only a few glimmers of light in the middle of a chaos.”

Christophe smiled and answered: “That is very nearly it. The eyes of chaos shining from behind the curtain of the world…”

But the visitor did not know that saying of Novalis, and only thought privately: “He is played out.”

我们知道，生活中引入一些插曲或变换一翻新花样，乃是维持我们生命力，使我们对时间保持清新感以及使我们对时间不会感到漫长，厌烦或枯燥无味的唯一方式，从而让我们的生活有一种新的感受。调环境，换空气，上温泉浴场，都是为了这个目的，而调换环境和生活中加入某些插曲就有消除疲劳的作用。住到一个新的地方，头几天有一种清新之感，也就是说使人精神百倍——它能保持六天到八天左右。接着，随着你“习惯于”这个地方，似乎渐渐察觉到日子紧缩起来。谁依恋着生命——或者说的确切些，谁对生命依依不舍，谁就会恐惧地察觉到，日子的步子跨得越来越轻盈，无声无息地开始溜走，而最后的几星期，比如说四星期左右，简直飞逝的令人害怕。当然，生活的插曲终了时，对时间的清新感也就随之消逝；而在回复到正常的生活以后，它又重新显现。因为人们对“习以为常”的生活，适应起来比那些例外情况为快。如果说时间的感受由于年迈而减弱，或者这种感受一向不很强烈（这是生命力本来就衰弱的征兆），那么他很快就会昏昏沉沉地回复到原来地生活，过了二十四个小时，就感到从来没有外出过似的，几天前的旅行宛如晚间做了一场梦。

We know that the introduction of an interlude into life, or a change into something new, is the sole means of maintaining our vital powers, of keeping our sense of time fresh, and of preventing time from seeming to us long, tedious, or insipid — and so of giving our life a renewed feeling of itself. To change one's surroundings, to change the air, to go to a watering-place: all this serves that same end, and a change of scene and an interlude in the course of life have the effect of dispelling fatigue. In a new place, the first few days bring a feeling of freshness — that is to say, they make a man wonderfully alert; and this can last some six or eight days. Then, as one "grows accustomed" to the place, one begins by degrees to notice that the days are contracting. Whoever clings to life — or, to put it more exactly, whoever cannot bear to let life go — will observe with dismay that the days are stepping ever more lightly, that they have begun to slip away without a sound, and that the last weeks, say some four of them, positively fly by in a manner that is frightening. Of course, when the interlude in life is over, the freshness of one's sense of time vanishes with it; and once the ordinary course of living is resumed, it appears again. For men adapt themselves more quickly to a life they are "used to" than to exceptional conditions. And if the feeling for time has been weakened by advancing years, or if it was never very strong to begin with (which is a sign that the vital powers were feeble from the first), then such a man will very soon sink drowsily back into his former existence; and after four-and-twenty hours it will seem to him as though he had never been away at all, and the journey of a few days ago will be like a dream dreamed in the night.

在庸常里沉睡，在伦理里衰老。

To slumber on in the commonplace; to grow old within the bounds of moral custom.

“对他来说，乌克兰的那一次失败给他带来的阴郁早已一扫而空，曾经因此而导致的失败和煎熬也已经不复存在。正是因为经历了那样的不幸，经过磨砺的意志才会变得更加坚强，正如同经历贫穷的身体才会更加强壮一样。虽然他明白，危险就在离自己不远的地方，但是他从来没有对此产生过分的担心，年轻时候的浮躁在他身上已经完全消失，取而代之的是异常的冷静。”

"For him the gloom brought on by that defeat in Ukraine had long since been swept away, and the reverses and torments it had once occasioned were no more. It is precisely because he had passed through such misfortune that his tempered will had grown the harder — just as a body that has known poverty grows the stronger. Though he knew that danger stood at no great distance from him, he never allowed himself excessive anxiety over it; the restlessness of his youth had wholly left him, and in its place had come an extraordinary composure."

雅各贝静静地看着从瑞典海岸上升起的血红的月亮，好像整个插曲对她没有造成任何影响。然而，她心里感到烦恼的同时，又有一种奇怪的解脱感，几乎要大笑出声来。彼尓的举止令她很痛苦，虽然她意识到这显然只是有意追求她的计划，但她渴望良久的人类的激情能像这样不可遏制的爆发出来，她还是由衷的感到高兴。这种激情的力量是与生俱来的本能，它使得这行为不再是孩子气的恼人的恶作剧！

Jakobe sat quietly watching the blood-red moon rise above the Swedish coast, as though the whole episode had left no mark on her at all. And yet, together with her vexation, she felt a strange sense of release, and could almost have laughed aloud. Per's behaviour had caused her pain; and although she understood quite well that it was plainly no more than a calculated attempt to win her, still she rejoiced from the bottom of her heart that the human passion she had so long yearned for should break out like this, ungovernably. The force of such passion is an inborn instinct — and it was that which kept the act from being merely a childish and irritating piece of mischief.

“年轻人敢做梦，难道不好吗？我是说……伟人的价值不正在于他们的理想吗？世上成就了大业的人，哪个没有理想？实际上，所有现实都来自于理想。”

“放过我们吧！”艾伯特笑道，“这又是另一码事了。我们不能只是满足于幻想，而要敢于实现它……”

“好吧，这我不懂。不管怎么样，对个人来说，这两者的价值真有不同吗？我是说，梦想就像愿望和希望一样，或者说就是愿望和希望之母……它有着神秘的力量，帮助个人冲破出身、成长、习惯、遗传，以及其他束缚我们的条件……不管什么样的情况，它似乎总能打破自然的阻碍。举例说吧，即便希德纽斯先生不能实现自己大胆的理想，不可否认这很有可能……但这无疑会对他的个人发展产生重大影响，从理想角度来讲，这一点是最重要的。”

"Is it not a good thing that young men should dare to dream? I mean — does not the worth of great men lie precisely in their ideals? Who among those who have accomplished anything great in this world was without them? Indeed, all reality comes out of the ideal."

"Spare us!" laughed Ivan. "That is quite another matter. We must not be content merely to dream; we must dare to realise the dream…"

"Well, that I do not understand. In any case, is there really such a difference in worth between the two, so far as the individual is concerned? I mean, a dream is like a wish and a hope — or rather, it is the mother of wishes and hopes… It has a mysterious power; it helps the individual to break through birth, upbringing, habit, heredity, and all the other conditions that bind us… Whatever the circumstances, it seems always able to break through the obstacles of nature. Take this, for instance: even if Mr Sidenius should never realise his bold ideal — and that, one cannot deny, is very possible — still it will beyond doubt have exercised a decisive influence upon his development as a person; and from the point of view of the ideal, that is what matters most."

母亲把从抽屉中拿出来的小东西递给他。那是父亲很珍惜的旧银表，一直戴到临终。他曾说这是他在世上最珍贵的东西。

“这只表”母亲接着说道，“还有一段故事。要是有机会的话，你父亲本该亲自讲给你听的。现在只有我替他讲了。听了之后，你就会明白他为什么决定把这只表留给你。”她顿了顿，不时闭上眼睛，父亲病重也是这样。

“当你父亲还是个少年的时候，有一次他回家过圣诞节。过完节后要回学校了，他的父亲就问他要行李箱钥匙，说在马车到来前，要检查行李是不是都按照顺序放好了，有没有忘东西。这一举动让你父亲大怒，他怒气冲冲，没和父亲好好告个别就走了。晚上，他到了学校，打开箱子，发现衣服还和他放的一样，什么东西都没有动过。只在一个角落多了一个纸包。里面就是你现在手上拿的这个手表。那是你爷爷送的礼物。你父亲这才明白他只是找了个借口，趁自己没注意放进箱子，这原是送给他离家在外的一个惊喜。意识到这一点，你父亲失声痛哭，后悔自己的草率，他于是穿上大衣，连夜走了将近二十英里，直到回家抱着父亲的脖子请求原谅。我的儿子，这就是你父亲这辈子为什么会把这个表当成圣物一样对待的原因。我记得有一次他还说这是上帝赐给他的一件特别的礼物。因为，当那天晚上他放平心态，由衷地请求祖父原谅的时候，他也找到了通往光明通往安宁以及天父恩赐的道路。”

母亲越说，彼尔越觉得手中的表越沉重。母亲讲完，他一句话也没有讲。屋子里一片漆黑，母亲睁开眼睛，但也辨认不出他的脸了。

His mother handed him the little object she had taken from the drawer. It was the old silver watch his father had prized, and had worn to the very end of his life. He had once said it was the most precious thing he possessed on earth.

"This watch," his mother went on, "has a story of its own. Had there been the opportunity, your father would have told it to you himself. Now it falls to me to tell it for him. When you have heard it, you will understand why he determined to leave the watch to you." She paused, closing her eyes from time to time, just as his father had done in his last illness.

"When your father was still a boy, he once came home for Christmas. When the holiday was over and it was time to go back to school, his own father asked him for the key to his trunk, saying that before the carriage came he wished to see whether everything had been packed in good order and nothing forgotten. This so enraged your father that he went off in a fury, without taking a proper leave of him. That evening he reached the school and opened the trunk, and found his clothes exactly as he had laid them; nothing had been touched. Only in one corner there lay a small paper packet. Inside it was the very watch you now hold in your hand. It was a present from your grandfather. Only then did your father understand that the key had been nothing but a pretext, so that the watch might be slipped in unnoticed — a surprise for him when he was far from home. When he understood that, your father broke into weeping and bitterly repented his rashness; and so he put on his overcoat and walked through the night nearly twenty miles, until he was home again and could throw his arms about his father's neck and beg his forgiveness. That, my son, is why your father treated this watch all his life as though it were a holy thing. I remember he once said, too, that it was a special gift to him from God; for on that night, when he had humbled his heart and asked his father's pardon from his soul, he had also found the way to light, and to peace, and to the grace of the Heavenly Father."

The longer his mother spoke, the heavier the watch grew in Per's hand. When she had finished, he did not say a word. The room was quite dark; his mother opened her eyes, but she could no longer make out his face.

“在世上，只有无爱，无恨，无欲，才能无所畏惧，无所束缚。”

"In this world, only he who is without love, without hatred, and without desire can be without fear and without bonds."

尼禄像一阵狂风、一阵暴雨，或者像火灾、战争和瘟疫一样，就这么消失了。可是彼得建立的教堂至今依然屹立在梵蒂冈山丘上，统治着罗马和全世界。

在古老的卡彭城门近旁，现在还保存了一座小小的教堂，教堂的大门上有一行虽然久经磨损但仍依稀可辨的题词：“主啊，你往何处去？”

Nero passed away as a whirlwind passes, as a storm, as a fire, as war or pestilence passes; but Peter's basilica still rules to this day, from the Vatican hill, over the city and over the world.

Near the ancient Capene Gate there stands to this day a little chapel, and on its door there is an inscription, worn by time but still faintly legible: "Domine, quo vadis?"

我在你们这个年纪的时候，也曾把船解开，让它从码头漂出去，迎接狂风暴雨，谁的警告都不听。直到现在，我从来没有后悔过，就算有什么值得后悔的事，那又有什么了不起呢？人总是要犯错误、受挫折、伤脑筋的，不过绝不能停滞不前；应该完成的任务，即使为它牺牲生命也要完成。社会之河的圣水就是因为被一股永不停滞的激流推动向前才得以保持洁净。这意味着河岸偶尔也会被冲垮，短时间造成损失，可是如果怕河堤溃决，便设法永远堵死这股激流，那只会招致停滞和死亡。

When I was your age I too cut the moorings one day and set my boat adrift — I paid no heed to the storm, and listened to no one's warnings. To this day I have never repented of it. And even if there had been cause for repentance, what of that? Man will make mistakes, man will be cheated, man will be troubled in mind; but above all else — man must go forward. Life exists in order that the work which is true may be brought to completion; whether that life is spent or preserved, what does it matter? Only by keeping the current of society flowing is its water kept pure — and yes, now and then the banks are broken and houses are swept away; but to stop the stream in order to make society safe is simply to kill it.

戈拉看见社会在人需要的时候，不给他帮助；在他不幸的时候，不给他鼓励；它只是用惩罚去折磨他，使他蒙受屈辱。

戈拉生活在知识分子的圈子里，忘记了上述事实，因为在知识分子的社会里，为了共同的利益，一种外在的力量，促使大家团结一致。在那个社会，可以看到许多促进团结的努力，唯一令人担心的是，由于相互模仿，他们追求团结的努力不会产生什么效果。

Gora saw that society gives a man no help when he needs it, and no encouragement when he is in distress; it only torments him with punishment and heaps humiliation upon him.

Gora, living within the circle of the educated, had forgotten this; for in the society of the educated an outward force drives men to hold together in the name of a common interest. In that society one may see a great many efforts made towards unity, and the only thing to be feared is that, because they merely imitate one another, their striving after unity will come to nothing.