雾都孤儿英文版.docx

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简介

　　《雾都孤儿》一书于1838年首次刊行。

当时并不时兴写作反映生活的悲惨现实的小说，但狄更斯存心要使读者震惊。

他想要展示出罪犯们的真实面目，揭露出隐藏在伦敦狭小、肮脏的偏僻街道里的恐怖与暴力。

因此他为我们写了邪恶的费金，残暴的比尔·赛克斯，以及一大群窃贼强盗。

这些人撒谎、欺诈、偷盗，害怕进监狱，害怕刽子手把绞索套到他们的脖颈上，在惴惴不安中生活。

　　狄更斯写这本书还有一个目的。

他试图说明，善良能克服一切艰难险阻。

因此，他为我们塑造了小奥利弗·特威斯特——一个孤儿，他被投入一个充满贫困与犯罪的世界，忍饥挨饿，挨打挨骂，从来没有人爱他。

他为我们写出了南希——可怜、凄惨、悲苦的南希，她生活在一个残忍的世界中，却挣扎着要忠实于她所爱的人。

　　而且，正如在一切最好的故事里一样，善良最终战胜了邪恶。

　　查尔斯·狄更斯（1812—1870）是英国最伟大的小说家之一。

他出生于一个穷苦的家庭（他的父亲曾因欠债而入狱），但他后来享有盛名，并且拥有财富。

1Oliver'searlylife

　　OliverTwistwasborninaworkhouse，andwhenhearrivedinthishardworld，itwasverydoubtfulwhetherhewouldlivebeyondthefirstthreeminutes．Helayonahardlittlebedandstruggledtostartbreathing．

　　Oliverfoughthisfirstbattlewithoutmuchassistancefromthetwopeoplepresentathisbirth．Onewasanoldwoman，whowasnearlyalwaysdrunk，andtheotherwasabusylocaldoctor，whowasnotpaidenoughtobeveryinterestedinOliver'ssurvival．Afterall，deathwasacommoneventintheworkhouse，whereonlythepoorandhomelesslived．

　　However，Olivermanagedtodrawhisfirstbreath，andthenannouncedhisarrivaltotherestoftheworkhousebycryingloudly．Hismotherraisedherpaleyoungfacefromthepillowandwhispered，'Letmeseethechild，anddie．'

　　Thedoctorturnedawayfromthefire，wherehehadbeenwarminghishands．'Youmustnottalkaboutdyingyet，'hesaidtoherkindly．Hegaveherthechildtohold．Lovingly，shekissedthebabyonitsforeheadwithhercoldwhitelips，thenstaredwildlyaroundtheroom，fellback-anddied.'Poordear！

'saidthenurse，hurriedlyputtingagreenglassbottlebackinthepocketofherlongskirt.

　　Thedoctorbegantoputonhiscoat．'Thebabyisweakandwillprobablyhavedifficulties，'hesaid．'Ifso，giveitalittlemilktokeepitquiet．'Thenhelookedatthedeadwoman.'Themotherwasagood－lookinggirl．Wheredidshecomefrom？

'

　　'Shewasbroughtherelastnight，'repliedtheoldwoman.'Shewasfoundlyinginthestreet.She'dwalkedsomedistance，judgingbyhershoes，whichwereworntopieces．Whereshecamefrom，whereshewasgoingto，orwhathernamewas，nobodyknows.'

　　Thedoctorliftedthegirl'slefthand.'Theoldstory，'hesaidsadly，shakinghishead．'Noweddingring，Isee．Ah！

Goodnight.'

　　AndsoOliverwasleftwithonlythedrunkennurse．Withoutclothes，underhisfirstblanket，hecouldhavebeenthechildofakingorabeggar．Butwhenthewomandressedhimlaterinroughcottonclothes，yellowwithage，helookedexactlywhathewas-anorphaninaworkhouse，readyforalifeofmisery，hunger，andneglect.

　　Olivercriedloudly．Ifhecouldhaveknownthathewasaworkhouseorphan，perhapshewouldhavecriedevenmoreloudly.

　　Therewasnoonetolookafterthebabyintheworkhouse，soOliverwassenttoaspecial'babyfarm'nearby.There，heandthirtyotherchildrenrolledaroundthefloorallday，withouttheinconvenienceoftoomuchfoodortoomuchclothing.MrsMann，theoldwomanwho'lookedafter'them，wasveryexperienced．Sheknewwhatwasgoodforchildren，andafullstomachwasverydangeroustotheirhealth.Shealsoknewwhatwasgoodforherself，soshekeptforherownusethemoneythatshewasgivenforthechildren'sfood．Theboardresponsiblefortheorphanssometimescheckedonthehealthofthechildren，butTheyalwayssentthebeadle，akindoflocalpoliceman，toannouncetheirvisitthedaybefore．Sowhenevertheboardarrived，ofcourse，thechildrenwerealwaysneatandclean．

　　ThiswasthewayOliverwasbroughtup.Consequently，attheageofninehewasapale，thinchildandshortforhisage．ButdespitefrequentbeatingsbyMrsMann，hisspiritwasstrong，whichwasprobablythereasonwhyhemanagedtoreachtheageofnineatall．

　　OnOliver'sninthbirthday，MrBumblethebeadlecametothehousetoseeMrsMann．ThroughthefrontwindowMrsMannsawhimatthegate，andturnedquicklytothegirlwhoworkedwithher．

　　'Quick！

TakeOliverandthoseothersupstairstobewashed！

'shesaid．Thensheranouttounlockthegate．（Itwasalwayskeptlockedtopreventofficialvisitorswalkinginunexpectedly．）

　　'Ihavebusinesstotalkabout，'MrBumbletoldMrsMannasheenteredthehouse．Hewasabigfatman，oftenbad-tempered，andwasfullofself-importance.Hedidnotliketobekeptwaitingatalockedgate.

　　MrsManntookhishatandcoat，placedachairforhim，andexpressedgreatconcernforhiscomfort．'You'vehadalongwalk，MrBumble'shesaid，'andyoumustbethirsty．'Shetookoutabottlefromthecupboard．

　　'No，thankyou，MrsMann.Notadrop．'Hewavedthebottleaway．

　　'Justalittledrop，MrBumble，withcoldwater，'saidMrsMannpersuasively．

　　MrBumblecoughed．'Whatisit？

'heasked，lookingatthebottlewithinterest．

　　'Gin．Ikeepitforthechildren'smedicinedrink.'

　　'Yougivethechildrengin，MrsMann？

'askedMrBumble，watchingasshemixedhisdrink．

　　'Onlywithmedicine，sir．Idon'tliketoseethemsuffer．'

　　'You'reagoodwoman，MrsMann．'MrBumbledrankhalfhisglassimmediately．'I'lltelltheboardaboutyou．Now-thereasonwhyI'mhere．OliverTwistisnineyearsoldtoday．We'veneverbeenabletodiscoveranythingabouthisparents.'

　　'Thenhowdidhegethisname？

'

　　'Igaveittohim，'saidMrBumbleproudly．'Wefollowthealphabet．ThelastonewasanS-Swubble．ThenitwasT，sothisoneisTwist．ThenextonewillbeUnwin．Anyway，OliverTwistisnowoldenoughtoreturntotheworkhouse．Bringhimhere，please．'WhileMrsMannwenttogethim，MrBumblefinishedtherestofhisgin．

　　Oliver，hisfaceandhandsnowalmostclean，wasledintotheroom.

　　'Willyoucomealongwithme，Oliver？

'askedMrBumbleinaloudvoice．

　　OliverwasverygladtobefreeofMrsMann'sviolence，buthesaidnothingbecauseshewasangrilyshakingherfingerathim．However，asthegateclosedbehindOliver，heburstintotears.Hewasleavingbehindtheotherchildren，theonlyfriendshehad，andherealizedatthatmomenthowlonelyhewasintheworld.

　　MrBumblewalkedonwithlongsteps，withOliveronhisshortlittlelegsrunningbesidehim．Thefeelingofcontentmentproducedbygin－and－waterhadnowdisappeared，andthebeadlewasinabadmoodoncemore．

　　Backattheworkhouse，Oliverwastakentoseetheboard.Hestoodinfrontoftenfatmenwhoweresittingaroundatable．

　　'What'syourname，boy？

'askedaparticularlyfatmanwithaveryround，redface．

　　Oliverwasfrightenedatthesightofsomanypeople，andstartedtocry.

　　'Whyareyoucrying？

'

　　Thebeadlehithimontheback，andsonaturallyOlivercriedevenmore.

　　'Theboyisafool，'onememberoftheboardannounced.

　　'Youknowyouhavenofatherormother，'saidthefirstman，'andthatyouhavebeenbroughtupwithotherorphans？

'

　　'Yes，sir，'repliedOliver，cryingbitterly．

　　'Whyistheboycrying？

'repeatedtheotherman，puzzled．

　　'Youhavecomeheretobeeducated，'continuedthefatman，'soyouwillstartworkingheretomorrowatsixo'clock．'

　　Oliverwasledawaytoalargeroom，where，onaroughhardbed，hecriedhimselftosleep．

　　Theroomintheworkhousewheretheboyswerefedwasalargestonehall，andatoneendthemasterandtwowomenservedthefood．Thisconsistedofabowlofthinsoupthreetimesaday，withapieceofbreadonSundays．Theboysateeverythingandwerealwayshungry．Thebowlsneverneededwashing．TheboyspolishedthemwiththeirspoonsuntilTheyshone．Afterthreemonthsofthisslowstarvation，oneoftheboystoldtheothershewassohungrythatonenighthemighteattheboywhosleptnexttohim．Hehadawildhungryeye，andtheotherboysbelievedhim．Afteralongdiscussion，Theydecidedthatoneofthemshouldaskformorefoodaftersupperthatevening，andOliverwaschosen．

　　Theeveningarrived；thesoupwasserved，andthebowlswereemptyagaininafewseconds．Oliverwentuptothemaster，withhisbowlinhishand．Hefeltveryfrightened，butalsodesperatewithhunger．

　　'Please，sir，Iwantsomemore．'

　　Themasterwasafat，healthyman，butheturnedverypale.Helookedatthelittleboyinfrontofhimwithamazement．Nobodyelsespoke．

　　'What？

'heaskedatlast，inafaintvoice．

　　'Please，sir，'repliedOliver，'Iwantsomemore.'

　　Themasterhithimwiththeservingspoon，thenseizedOliver'sarmsandshoutedforthebeadle．Thebeadlecamequickly，heardthedreadfulnews，andimmediatelyrantotelltheboard．

　　'Heaskedformore？

'MrLimbkins，thefattestboardmember，askedinhorror．'Bumble-isthisreallytrue？

'

　　'Thatboywillbehanged！

'saidthemanwhoearlierhadcalledOliverafool．'YouseeifI'mnotright．'

　　Oliverwasledawaytobelockedup，andarewardwasofferedtoanybodywhowouldtakehimawayandusehimforwork.

2Oliver'sfirstjob

　　Oliverstayedaprisoneraloneinthedarkroomforaweek．Hecriedbitterlyallday，andwhenthelongnightcame，hespreadhislittlehandsoverhiseyestoshutoutthedarkness，andtriedtosleep．Hewasgivenfreezingwatertowashwith，andwasbeatendailybyMrBumbleinfrontofalltheotherboysinthehall，asawarningtothem．

　　OnedayMrBumblemetthelocalundertaker，MrSowerberry，outsidetheworkhouse．

　　'Doyouknowanybodywhowantstotrainaboyforwork，MrSowerberry？

'MrBumblepointedatthenoticeonthewallabovehim，whichofferedfivepoundstoanybodywhowouldtakeOliverTwistforwork．

　　MrSowerberryrubbedhischinandthoughtforawhile．'Ipayenoughforthepoorwithmytaxes，'hesaid，'sowhyshouldn'tIbeabletomakeuseoftheminmywork？

Yes，I'lltaketheboymyself．'

　　AndsotheboardagreedtosendOlivertoworkfortheundertaker．Thenecessarypapersweresigned．Oliver'ssmallpossessionswereputintoabrownpaperparcel，