Ball_of_fat(羊脂球英文PPT)

Classification of Novel英文小说类别公开课PPT23页

却未在与枝群
头芳 The development of the novel
独同欢温笑暖
却未
在与
枝群头芳独同
classification of novel
欢温
笑暖
• 1. In terms of coverage and capacity 按篇幅和内容分
• 2. In terms of the content 按内容分

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羊脂球(英文版)【参考模板】

BOULE DE SUIFIt was half past four in the morning．The travellers， who had met in the yard of the Normandy Hotel，were shivering with cold in the darkness．“Isn't the coach ready yet？”one of them said．“No，not yet，”his companion answered．“Lucky we have been to get a permit from the Prussian army to leave Rouen，”another said．“I have an acquaintance among German officers．”“I see．”“Do you think we can run a business at Havre？”“Perhaps we can．If not，we can make our way to England．Nothing venture，nothing gain．”“I agree with you．We can do nothing in occupied Rouen．”“I have brought my wife．”“So have I．”“And I，too．”Horses’ hoofs were heard，and the tinkling of little bells told them that the harness was being got ready．Snow was falling with something like a vague and indefinable whisper．A man with a lantern appeared，dragging along a horse．He spent a long time adjusting the harness with one hand， for he held the lantern in the other．As he was going to fetch the second horse，he noticed the travellers standing helplessly under the falling snow．“Don't you stand there，”he said．“Get inside the coach， and you can at least take shelter from the snow．”Why had it not occurred to them？They rushed for the coach．The three husbands took their seats at the far end with their wives；the other veiled and vague forms took the remaining places．At last the coach was ready．It was drawn by a team of six horses instead of the usual four，because of the bad state of the roads．The roads were very bad indeed．The horses slipped and panted，and the driver had to use his whip incessantly．Gradually the day dawned．A bluish，leaden light came over the dreary，white landscape．Inside the carriage the passengers now looked at one another inquisitively．Monsieur and Madame Loiseau were wholesale wine merchants of the Rue Grand-pont．He had started life as a clerk in an office，and when his employer failed in business，he bought it and made a fortune by selling very bad wine at low prices to small retailers in the country．Master of every trick of making money， he was notoriousfor his sharp practice．Next to them sat， with the dignity of a higher class，Monsieur Carre －Lamadon，owner of three spinning－mills，officer of the Legion of Honour and member of the Conseil Général．Under the Empire he posed as leader of the moderate opposition，which he hoped would be useful to him should he wish to desert to the opposite side．Madame Carré－Lamadon was much younger20 than her husband．A lady of delicate beauty，she had always attracted the attention of officers of good family， stationed at Rouen．Muffled in furs，she now stared sulkily at the interior of the coach．Their neighbours were the Count and Countess Hubert de Bréville， who belonged to one of the oldest and most aristocratic families in Normandy．The Count bore a natural likeness to King Henry Ⅳ， which he tried to accentuate by elaborate make－up．It had long been whispered among his family，not without pride， that the king had once made love to a Madame de Bréville， and in return for her attentions， had made her husband a count and governor of a province．God only knows why he was married to the daughter of an unimportant shipowner of Nantes．She was stately to look at， very hospitable，and the rumour that she had been a favourite with one of the sons of Louis Philippe made her themore popular among the local nobles．Her salon was considered the best in the neighbourhood．Admittance to it was not easy to get，and her drawing room was the only place where the gracious politeness of bygone days remained alive．The Brévilles had landed estates，which were said to yield an income of half a million francs．These six were the most important of the party； they were all wealthy，respectable and solid members of society．It so happened that all the women were seated on the same side．Next to the Countess sat two nuns．One of them was an old woman with a skin5 deeply pitted with smallpox； her companion was as mall，sickly， even consumptive-looking person，but seemingly filled with religious devotion．Opposite the two nuns sat a man and a woman．The man was Cornudet；he was wellknown for his dissolute habits and crazy political ideas．Hehad inherited a respectable fortune from his father， but had wasted it away upon drink and useless ambitions．Now he took it into his head that he would be better employed at Havre，where his help would be needed．The woman beside him was what is called a woman of a certain type．What was most noticeable about her was her excessive portliness．Short， round and plump as a dumpling， she was nicknamed Boule de Suif， that is，suet dumpling．She had，nevertheless， rosy cheeks suggesting peony buds ready to burst into flowers， black eyes shaded and deepened by long lashes， and a25 charming， pouting mouth revealing now and then white rows of tiny teeth．As soon as the ladies recognized her， they began to whisper among themselves．By and by the words “prostitute”and “shameful”and similar5 words became audible and attracted the attention of the poor woman．She raised her head and looked at them so defiantly that they became silent，with their eyes cast down； Loiseau， sensitive to feminine charms，cast stealthy glances of curiosity at her．However， the three ladles， soon encouraged by their dislike of this common enemy to housewives， resumed their conversation．The three husbands，on the other hand， discussed money matters proudly， and made contemptuous remarks about poorer folk．Count Hubert talked about the loss of cattle and crops caused by the Prussians， but with an expression which showed that he did not care about it at all．Monsieur Carré-Lamadon said he had been shrewd enough to send to England six hundred thousand francs for safe keeping．Loiseau spoke of the huge amount of money the State would pay him at Havre for the wines he had sold to the French Commissariat．The three man exchanged meaningful glances．Though of different social standing，they all worshipped money．The coach moved on at a snail-like pace，and by ten o'clock they had covered not more than ten miles．They had intended to have lunch at Ttes， but it seemed impossible now to arrive there before nightfall．They looked for a wayside inn，but there was no sign of even the meanest tavern or wine shop．They were growing hungry and rather depressed， for they had not brought any food with them．The men tried to get food from peasants they came across by the roadside，but they could not obtain even plain bread．Towards one o'clock they felt more and more hungry，and stopped gossiping，pinched with hunger．“I feel ill，”the Count said．“Why didn't I think of bringing some provisions？Boule de Suif stooped down now and then，as if to take out something from under her petticoats， but each time she hesitated and sat up again．About three o'clock，when the coach was going across a desolate plain，she bent down again，and this time drew from under the seat a large basket covered with a napkin．First she took out of it a little earthen plate， next a dainty silver cup，and then a large dish loaded with two cut fowls flavoured with jelly．And from the basket peeped other good things-pies，fruit，dainties，even bottles，seemingly sufficient for a three days journey．The agreeable smell of food filled the air，and riveted the attention of the hungry passengers．The ladies contempt for the hussy rose to a fury．She was making a display of food when they were starving！How they wished they could kill her！Loiseau was the first to rise to the occasion．“Thank God！”he said．Madame，you've been very thoughtful．”Boule de suif turned towards him．“Would you care for some，sir？”she said．“It is hard to go without food all day．”He bowed．“well，”he replied，trying to be facetious．“Any port in a storm．We must make the best of things．”He spread a newspaper on his lap，and using a knife which he always carried in his pocket， speared a leg of chicken thickly coated with jelly and began to eat it greedily．Then in a low，gentle voice Boule de Suif asked the two nuns if they would share her meal．The two devotees readily accepted the offer．Cornudet also accepted her invitation．With newspapers spread on their knees they made a sort of table and feverishly started stuffing their stomachs．Loiseau quietly urged his wife to follow their example．At first she refused，but her hunger was too strong to resist for a long time．Her husband asked Boule de Suif if he might offer his wife a small portion．“Why，certainly，sir，”she replied，a happy smile spreading across her face，and she handed him the dish．Then the bottle of Bordeaux wine was opened， and though they had only one cup，they passed it round，each wiping it in turn．Cornudet alone gallantly put his lips to the brim of the cup still wet from the lips of his fair companion．With people eating and drinking all around them，the Count and Countess de Bréville and Monsieur and Madame Carré-Lamadon suffered the agonies of hunger and thirst．。

羊脂球

内容简介

一八七O年普法战争爆发，普鲁士军队攻占了鲁昂城，有十个人同坐一辆马车出逃。这十个人的身份很是特殊，分别是臭名昭著的奸商鸟先生和他的太太；大资产阶级、省议会议员卡雷· 拉马东夫妇；省议会议员贝尔· 德· 布雷维尔伯爵夫妇;两个修女；民主党人科尔尼代和一个绰号叫“羊脂球”的妓女。前面三对夫妇离开鲁昂的原因各不相同，但计划和目的却是一致的— 这三对夫妇都不会回鲁昂了。十个人中最没有地位的是“羊脂球”。
作品影响

1880年莫泊桑在《梅塘之夜》上发表了中篇小说《羊脂球》，这部以普法战争为背景的作品一发表便震惊了法国文坛，它奠定了莫泊桑在法国文学史上的地位，一颗闪耀的新星瞬间升上了天空。
基本简介

基· 德· 莫泊桑（1850—1893）是法国19世纪后期一位重要的作家,他和美国的欧· 亨利、俄国的契河夫并称为世界三大短篇小说之王。1880年《羊脂球》的发表，使莫泊桑在文学界如流星升空，福楼拜高兴地说：“这小子崭露头角，会比我们走得更远。” 1850年8月5日，莫泊桑生于法国诺曼底一个没落的小贵族家庭， 1856年父母因感惰不合而分居，莫泊桑随母亲住到乡下。1868 年进入卢昂中学学习，与诗人路易· 布耶通信，布耶鼓励他写诗。 1869年秋，莫泊桑开始在巴黎学习法律。1870年普法战争爆发时莫泊桑中断学业志愿应征入伍，他被分配到卢昂第二师的后勤处，目睹了法军的崩溃，他本人也随同溃退的军队一起逃命。不过他对自己的这段逃亡经历很厌恶，对战争也深恶痛绝，后来作品中对野蛮与荒谬的战争描写正是这段情感经历的宣泄。
内容简介

马车继续前行来到了托特镇，这里也被普鲁士军队侵占了，普鲁士军官扣下了马车，提出要羊脂球陪自己过夜。羊脂球面对侵略者的无耻要求断然拒绝了，于是同行的一车人都扣留了下来。除了羊脂球外其余的人都急坏了，为了达到自己的目的、为了维护自己的利益，九个人想尽了办法、施展了种种阴谋想迫使羊脂球就范。最后还是老修女的“只要用意是好的，做任何事情都不会触怒天主”的宗教说教产生了相当好的效果，羊脂球为了大家的利益牺牲了自己。普鲁士军官的淫欲得到了满足，第二天就放行了。但大家非但不感激这位可怜的姑娘，反而还避而远之，之前的赞美和亲近又变成了最初的鄙视和唾弃。这一次，大家各自准备了丰富的食物.唯独羊脂球没有来得及准备。马车继续前行，车上的人拿出了自己的食物大口地嚼着，只有羊脂球缩在车的角落里受冻挨饿，在科尔尼代的“马赛曲”中呜咽。

人教版高中英语必修三B3U3 The Million Pound Bank Note 拓展训练

高中英语学习材料madeofjingetiejiB3U3 The Million Pound Bank Note 拓展训练一、完形填空Captain America（《美国队长》）: The Winter Soldier has taken China by storm. __1__ its opening weekend earlier last month, the action movie grossed $39.2 million (243.82 million yuan) at the national box office,__2__ an estimated(估计) crowd of 5.6 million, __3__ The Hollywood Reporter. That’s more than Thor(《雷神》), __4__ was released in November, but not enough to __5__ Iron Man 3’s record-breaking performance a year ago.__6__ their commercial success, what do Captain America, Thor and Iron Man have in __7__? They’re all superheroes who we’ve __8__ since our childhood. They’re also the products of Marvel, the US publisher of comic books.Besides, they have something in common too: they’re al l __ 9_ men.Scarlett Johansson makes an __10__ starring as Black Widow（黑寡妇）alongside Chris Evans in The Winter Soldier, but it’s just that —an appearance. Her __11__ doesn’t bring any real substance(实质) to the plot(情节) and the __12__ is predominantly on Captain America.“There’s a glass ceiling cinematically,” Joss Whedon, __13__ of The Avengers(《复仇者联盟》), told Wired magazine. “There is not a major studio out there that is trying to make a movie about a __14__ superhero. They’ll say, “‘This is guy’s role.’”On those __15__occasions when women do make it into action movies, it seems they __16__ lose their femininity(女子本性) or merely __17__ supporting roles, as James Cameron, director of Avatar, told The Guardian(《卫报》). “I __18__ think Hollywood movies get it __19__ when they show women in action roles — they basically make them men. Or else they __20__ them into superheroes in shiny black suits, which is just not as interesting.”1. A. On B. In C. At D. To2. A. leading B. drawing C. affecting D. attacking3. A. according to B. compared with C. judging from D.4. A. which B. that C. what D. it5. A. beat B. win C. hit D. strike6. A. In addition B. After all C. As though D. Now that7. A. ordinary B. average C. usual D. common8. A. appreciated B. enjoyed C. admired D. loved9. A. black B. yellow C. white D. brown10. A. appearance B. performance C. action D. movement11. A. story B. role C. life D. event12. A. attraction B. focus C. interest D. attention13. A. director B. actor C. actress D. photographer14. A. male B. interesting C. female D. inspiring15. A. rare B. some C. many D. few16. A. neither B. both C. either D. other17. A. perform B. make C. gain D. play18. A. do B. have C. has D. does19. A. right B. wrong C. real D. true20. A. make B. act C. have D. get二、阅读理解：WHEN talking about French literature, Guy de Maupassant (1850-1893) is often the first name that comes to mind for Chinese readers.The master of short story-telling was brought up in Normandy in northwest France. In 1869, he went to study law in Paris but one year later, aged 20, he volunteered to serve in the army during the Franco-Prussian War.Returning to Paris in 1871, Maupassant worked as a civil servant (公务员) for eight years. His rich life experience offered good subject matter for his writing. And he learned a lot through spending time with other French literary masters such as Gustave Flaubert. By 1880, Maupassant had established himself in the literary world with his first short story, "Ball of Fat" (《羊脂球》).Over the course of his life, he wrote 300 short stories and six novels, using sad tales of Norman peasant life, the Franco-Prussian War and the fashionable life of Paris as his subject matter.He presents his characters in a simple and objective way, describing them as unhappy victims of their greed, desire or vanity (虚荣).During his final years of life, Maupassant suffered from mental illness. He died in 1893 at the age of 43. His major works are as follows: Une Vie (A Life), Bel-Ami (Best Friends), Pierre et Jean (Pierre and Jean)《两兄弟》, Boule de suif (Ball of Fat), L'Héritage (The Heritage)《遗产》, La Parure (The Necklace), Clair de lune (Moonlight) .1. Which of the following statement is true according to the passage?A. When it comes to French literature, Maupassant is the only name we can think about.B. Maupassant was brought up in Normandy in southwest France.C. Maupassant volunteered to serve in the army after he finished his study in Paris.D. “Ball of Fat” was Maupassant first short story which was very famous.2. Why did Maupassant serve in the army during the Franco-Prussian War?A. because he love his country very much.B. because he was tired of studying law in Paris.C. because he wanted to be a soldier.D. the reason was not mentioned in the passage.3. What did his short stories and novels in common?A. They were related to Norman peasant life.B. they all told us the Franco-Prussian War.C. They were from Maupassant’s life experience.D. they described the fashionable life in Paris.4. Which of the following works are written by Maupassant?A. The necklace and Bel-AmiB. The Heritage and HamletC. Romeo and Juliet and Pierre and JeanD. A life and The Cop and the Anthem5. What does the underlined word “victim” in paragraph 5 mean?A. someone who has been hurt or killed.B. someone who has suffered as a result of his actions or beliefs.C. something which is thrown away by people.D. something that people are not interested in.三、短文改错：Ever since the South Korean TV drama Man From the Stars co me out last year, the show’s lead actor, Kim Soo-hyun, have been the talk of the town. Kim plays the learned and handsome college professor Do Min-joon on the show. To many of his fan, he is irreplaceable and the hottest man on Earth. The drama is about a romance among a 400-year-old alien and a human actress. Because the new role, Kim has madehim a household name in China and earn praise for his acting. However, as the only son in his family, Kim was used to be a timid (胆怯的) child who wasn’t good in expressing his feelings. As the result, his mother took him to acting lessons with a theater company. That was the beginning of everything.参考答案：完形：ABAAA ADCCA BBAAA CDABA好莱坞大片《美国队长2：寒冬战士》可谓人气席卷全中国。

漂亮朋友英文版ppt

Process:
弗雷斯蒂埃夫妻玛德莱纳
情人拉罗舍
老板
瓦尔特
杜杜洛洛瓦瓦情人
夫妻
情人
女婿
瓦尔特夫人，维吉尼母女
马莱尔夫人
苏珊
三个女人一台戏~
Georges Duroy
• With the help of his friend's wife, Madeleine Forestier, whom he later marries after her husband's death. He makes further gains through the wife of the owner of La Vie française, Madame Walter. After obtaining a fortune in some shady dealings, he divorces Madeleine, marries Madame Walter's daughter, Suzanne, and rises to the position of editor‐in‐chief.
MAIN WORKS
• Ball of Fat 《羊脂球》 • The Umbrella《雨伞》 • Mademoiselle Fifi《菲菲小姐》 • That Costly Ride《骑马》 • The Patron《保护人》 • The Diamond Necklace《项链》 • My Uncle Jules《我的叔叔于勒》 • Bel Ami《漂亮朋友》
About Author
Guy de Maupassant The World's Three Great Masters of Short Story

羊脂球(英文版)

BOULE DE SUIFIt was half past four in the morning．The travellers，who had met in the yard of the Normandy Hotel，were shivering with cold in the darkness．“Isn't the coach ready yet？”one of them said．“No，not yet，”his companion answered．“Lucky we have been to get a permit from the Prussian army to leave Rouen，”another said．“I have an acquaintance among German officers．”“I see．”“Do you think we can run a business at Havre？”“Perhaps we can．If not，we can make our way to England．Nothing venture，nothing gain．”“I agree with you．We can do nothing in occupied Rouen．”“I have brought my wife．”“So have I．”“And I，too．”Horses’hoofs were heard，and the tinkling of little bells told them that the harness was being got ready．Snow was falling with something like a vague and indefinable whisper．A man with a lantern appeared，dragging along a horse．He spent a long time adjusting the harness with one hand，for he held the lantern in the other．As he was going to fetch the second horse，he noticed the travellers standing helplessly under the falling snow．“Don't you stand there，”he said．“Get inside the coach，and you can at least take shelter from the snow．”Why had it not occurred to them？They rushed for the coach．The three husbands took their seats at the far end with their wives；the other veiled and vague forms took the remaining places．At last the coach was ready．It was drawn by a team of six horses instead of the usual four，because of the bad state of the roads．The roads were very bad indeed．The horses slipped and panted，and the driver had to use his whip incessantly．Gradually the day dawned．A bluish，leaden light came over the dreary，white landscape．Inside the carriage the passengers now looked at one another inquisitively．Monsieur and Madame Loiseau were wholesale wine merchants of the Rue Grand-pont．He had started life as a clerk in an office，and when his employer failed in business，he bought it and made a fortune by selling very bad wine at low prices to small retailers in the country．Master of every trick of making money，he was notoriousfor his sharp practice．Next to them sat，with the dignity of a higher class，Monsieur Carre －Lamadon，owner of three spinning－mills，officer of the Legion of Honour and member of the Conseil Général．Under the Empire he posed as leader of the moderate opposition，which he hoped would be useful to him should he wish to desert to the opposite side．Madame Carré－Lamadon was much younger20 than her husband．A lady of delicate beauty，she had always attracted the attention of officers of good family，stationed at Rouen．Muffled in furs，she now stared sulkily at the interior of the coach．Their neighbours were the Count and Countess Hubert de Bréville，who belonged to one of the oldest and most aristocratic families inNormandy．The Count bore a natural likeness to King Henry Ⅳ，which he tried to accentuate by elaborate make－up．It had long been whispered among his family，not without pride，that the king had once made love to a Madame de Bréville，and in return for her attentions，had made her husband a count and governor of a province．God only knows why he was married to the daughter of an unimportant shipowner of Nantes．She was stately to look at，very hospitable，and the rumour that she had been a favourite with one of the sons of Louis Philippe made her the more popular among the local nobles．Her salon was considered the best in the neighbourhood．Admittance to it was not easy to get，and her drawing room was the only place where the gracious politeness of bygone days remained alive．The Brévilles had landed estates，which were said to yield an income of half a million francs．These six were the most important of the party；they were all wealthy，respectable and solid members of society．It so happened that all the women were seated on the same side．Next to the Countess sat two nuns．One of them was an old woman with a skin5 deeply pitted with smallpox；her companion was as mall，sickly，even consumptive-looking person，but seemingly filled with religious devotion．Opposite the two nuns sat a man and a woman．The man was Cornudet；he was wellknown for his dissolute habits and crazy political ideas．Hehad inherited a respectable fortune from his father，but had wasted it away upon drink and useless ambitions．Now he took it into his head that he would be better employed at Havre，where his help would be needed．The woman beside him was what is called a woman of a certain type．What was most noticeable about her was her excessive portliness．Short，round and plump as a dumpling，she was nicknamed Boule de Suif，that is，suet dumpling．She had，nevertheless，rosy cheeks suggesting peony buds ready to burst into flowers，black eyes shaded and deepened by long lashes，and a25 charming，pouting mouth revealing now and then white rows of tiny teeth．As soon as the ladies recognized her，they began to whisper among themselves．By and by the words “prostitute”and “shameful”and similar5 words became audible and attracted the attention of the poor woman．She raised her head and looked at them so defiantly that they became silent，with their eyes cast down；Loiseau，sensitive to feminine charms，cast stealthy glances of curiosity at her．However，the three ladles，soon encouraged by their dislike of this common enemy to housewives，resumed their conversation．The three husbands，on the other hand，discussed money matters proudly，and made contemptuous remarks about poorer folk．Count Hubert talked about the loss of cattle and crops caused by the Prussians，but with an expression which showed that he did not care about it at all．Monsieur Carré-Lamadon said he had been shrewd enough to send to England six hundred thousand francs for safe keeping．Loiseau spoke of the huge amount of money the State would pay him at Havre for the wines he had sold to the French Commissariat．The three man exchanged meaningful glances．Though of different social standing，they all worshipped money．The coach moved on at a snail-like pace，and by ten o'clock they had covered not more than ten miles．They had intended to have lunch at Ttes，but it seemed impossible now to arrive there before nightfall．They looked for a wayside inn，but there was no sign of even the meanest tavern or wine shop．They were growing hungry and rather depressed，for they had not brought any food with them．The men tried to get food from peasants they came across by the roadside，but they could not obtain even plain bread．Towards one o'clock they felt more and more hungry，and stopped gossiping，pinched with hunger．“I feel ill，”the Count said．“Why didn't I think of bringing some provisions？Boule de Suif stooped down now and then，as if to take out something from under her petticoats，but each time she hesitated and sat up again．About three o'clock，when the coach was going across adesolate plain，she bent down again，and this time drew from under the seat a large basket covered with a napkin．First she took out of it a little earthen plate，next a dainty silver cup，and then a large dish loaded with two cut fowls flavoured with jelly．And from the basket peeped other good things-pies，fruit，dainties，even bottles，seemingly sufficient for a three days journey．The agreeable smell of food filled the air，and riveted the attention of the hungry passengers．The ladies contempt for the hussy rose to a fury．She was making a display of food when they were starving！How they wished they could kill her！Loiseau was the first to rise to the occasion．“Thank God！”he said．Madame，you've been very thoughtful．”Boule de suif turned towards him．“Would you care for some，sir？”she said．“It is hard to go without food all day．”He bowed．“well，”he replied，trying to be facetious．“Any port in a storm．We must make the best of things．”He spread a newspaper on his lap，and using a knife which he always carried in his pocket，speared a leg of chicken thickly coated with jelly and began to eat it greedily．Then in a low，gentle voice Boule de Suif asked the two nuns if they would share her meal．The two devotees readily accepted the offer．Cornudet also accepted her invitation．With newspapers spread on their knees they made a sort of table and feverishly started stuffing their stomachs．Loiseau quietly urged his wife to follow their example．At first she refused，but her hunger was too strong to resist for a long time．Her husband asked Boule de Suif if he might offer his wife a small portion．“Why，certainly，sir，”she replied，a happy smile spreading across her face，and she handed him the dish．Then the bottle of Bordeaux wine was opened，and though they had only one cup，they passed it round，each wiping it in turn．Cornudet alone gallantly put his lips to the brim of the cup still wet from the lips of his fair companion．With people eating and drinking all around them，the Count and Countess de Bréville and Monsieur and Madame Carré-Lamadon suffered the agonies of hunger and thirst．Suddenly the manufacturer's wife grew ghastly pale，closed her eyes，and fainted．Her husband called out for help，and the other passengers were panic－stricken．The elder nun held Boule de Suif'scup to the woman's lips and made her swallow a few drops of wine．Madame opened her eyes and expressed her gratitude，saying that she was all right．“Nothing serious，”the nun said．“Mere hunger．”Bould de Suif timidly looked at the four dignified ladies and gentlemen who were still fasting and spoke haltingly；“Oh，dear，might I offer…？”She broke off，for fear of being rebuffed．Loiseau took the cue．“We are in the same boat，as the saying is．”he said．“We should help one another．Come，ladies and gentlemen，accept her offer．”They hesitated to be the first to yield to the necessity．It was the Count who made the decision．He said with a superior air，Madame，we accept your offer with thanks．”The ice once broken，they talked to Boule de Suif，at first with some reserve，but presently，through the influence of her sweet temper，with increasing freedom．Madame de Bréville and Madame Carré-Lamadon，who had seen much of the world，said nice things to please her．The Countess treated Boule de suif with the gracious condescension of a great lady．Only Madame Loiseau was proof against the conciliatory influence of the party．She said little but ate much．The conversation turned naturally upon the war，the atrocities committed by the Prussians and the gallantry shown by the French．Presently they began to talk about themselves，and Boule de Suif，like the woman of her class who becomes eloquent when excited，told them why she had left Rouen．“At first I thought I could stay there．But the Prussians were more than I could bear．Oh，if only I were a man！I watched them out of my window，swine with their helmets on，and I would have thrown chairs and tables on them if my maid hadn't stopped me．I was ordered to board and lodge some of them，but I sprang at the throat of the first one．Theydragged me down by my hair．After that I had to hide．I was always on the lookout for a chance of getting away，and here I am．”The passengers all congratulated her upon her success．They thought highly of her bravery．However，the basket was soon empty：the ten hungry people ate up all the provisions．Conversation flowed for a while，but with less smoothness now that the meal was over．Night closed in on the coach，and the darkness gradually deepened．Boule de Suif shivered with cold．Madame de Bréville offered her her foot warmer；Madame Carré-Lamadon and Madame Loiseau gave their foot warmers to the two nuns．In the strong，dazzling light of the lamps the horses galloped on，puffing and blowing，reeking with sweat，on a snowy and seemingly endless road．Within the carriage all was dark，but once Loiseau thought he saw Cornudet jump aside from Boule de Suif as if repulsed．At last little twinkling lights came within sight in the darkness ahead．It was the town of Tótes．Thirteen hours’ride was nearly at an end．They entered the town and drew up at the Hotel of Commerce．The door of the carriage was flung open，but they were frightened when they heard some one exclaiming in German，together with the rattling sound of a sabre．While they sat inside the coach in awful suspense，the driver flashed his lamps into their faces．Beside him stood a young German officer，tall，fair，and extremely slender，wearing a flat cap which made him look like a porter at an English hotel．In Alsatian French he said：“Will you get out，ladies and gentlemen？”There was no choice for them but to obey．They followed the officer into the great kitchen of the inn，where he asked them to show him their permit for departure and closely examined them all．At length he said，“All right，”and went in－to another room．They heaved a sigh of relief．While two maids were busy preparing their supper，they went to look at the bedrooms，all of which faced a long passage．Just as they were sitting down to supper，the host appeared．“Is Mademoiselle Elisabeth Rousset here？”Boule de Suif turned to him，as if frightened．“Yes？”“Mademoiselle，the Prussian officer wants to speak to you immediately．”“To me？”“Yes．”“He may want to speak to me，but I don't want to speak to him．”This caused consternation among the company．Everyone was anxious to know what was his business．The Count went up to Boule de Suif and said：“Think well，madame．Your refusal may invite something serious，not only for yourself but for us all．Perhaps he wants to speak to you about some trivial formality which has been omitted．”The others agreed with him，and again begged her to reconsider the situation．Finally she said：“All right，I'll do as you wish—for your sake．”The Countess．clasped her hand．“You have our hearty thanks，”she said．When Boule de Suif was gone，they tried to guess why she had been summoned．They wondered what they would say if they were called in their turn．In ten minutes Boule de Suif returned，crimson with passion．She was so excited that she was almost breathless．She only gasped out，“Pig！Filthy pig！”No one could tell why she was so angry．The next morning the party gathered in the kitchen，but the coach，which was to start at eight o'clock，stood in the courtyard without any sign of starting．The driver being nowhere in the house，they went out into the street in search of him．When they reached the market place，they saw a number of Prussian soldiers．One of them was peeling potatoes，another cleaning the barber's shop，a third humming to a little child in his arms，and a fourth doing the washing for an old woman．Some soldiers were splitting wood for peasant women．Such kindness was the last thing they expected from Prussian soldiers．The Count asked the beadle，as he came out of the church，how the Prussians behaved．“Oh，they are not rowdy．They are not Prussians，so I hear．They come from a distant place，I don't know exactly where．Perhaps every one of them has his wife and children waiting for his return at home．You see，poor people help one another．They are ready to do any odd job as they did in their own country．War is the vice of higher－ups．”It was a long time before they found the driver．He was talking nonchalantly with the officer's orderly．“Wasn't it arranged that the coach should start at eight？”the Count demanded．“Yes，but I had orders．”“What orders？”“Orders that I should not start this morning．”“Who gave them？”“The Prussian commandant，of course．”“For what reason？”“How can I know？”“Did he give such orders in person？”“No，through the innkeeper．”On returning to the inn，the three men wanted to see the innkeeper，but were told by the maid that the innkeeper，Monsieur Follenvie，had given strict orders that he was not to be disturbed till ten o'clock on account of his asthma．Nothing remained to them but to wait for him to wake up，for Monsieur Follenvie alone was authorized to speak to the German officer on civil business．The ladies went back to their rooms to pass the time．Cornudet was smoking a beautiful meerschaum pipe in the kitchen chimney corner，with a pot of beer on a table．Loiseau under the pretext of going for a walk，went out to strike a bargain with local shopkeepers．The Count and the manufacturer discussed politics and the future of France．Just at ten o'clock Monsieur Follenvie appeared and said to the impatiently waiting guests：“The officer said to me，‘Monsieur Follenvie，you will give orders that the coach should not go tomorrow without my consent．You understand？Good！’”They asked the innkeeper to let them see the officer through him，and were told that they would be received after lunch about oneo'clock．In the meanwhile，the ladies came down and，de- spite their dissatisfaction，showed a pretty good appetite．Boule de Suif was somewhat nervous and restless．It might be that she was upset about something．As they were drinking coffee，the orderly brought word that they might see the commandant．Loiseau joined the Count and Monsieur Carr éLamadon；but Cornudet did not like to speak to Germans，and he called for another pot of beer．The three men went upstairs and were led into the best room of the inn，used only by the officer．The Prussian officer lounging in an armchair，was smoking a long porcelain pipe．He wore a gaudy dressing gown，doubtless looted from some unfortunate fugitive．With his feet on the mantel- piece，he neither rose nor saluted；he did not even look at them．He was the very picture of the inso- lence of a victor．At last he said：“What do you want？”The count acted the part of spokesman．“Sir，we wish to resume our journey．”“You can't．”“Might I ask why we can't？”“You can't go on because I don't wish you to resume your journey．”“I beg you will notice the fact that the general in command has given us a permit to go to Dieppe．I don't think we have done anything to justify your refusal．”“I don't wish it．That's all．You may go．”Coming down to the kitchen，they discussed the mysterious caprice of the German officer．Was he going to keep them，suspecting them to be well-off，as hostages or as prisoners，in order to gain a big ransom？In that case，the poorer they seemed，the better．They racked their brains to invent some way of seeming to be very poor．Just as they were sitting down to dinner，the innkeeper came in and said：“The Prussian officer asked me to find out whether Madomoiselle Elisabeth Rousset has changed her mind．”Boule de Suif turned pale．She stood speech- less．Then suddenly blood rushed to her cheeks；her hands trembled with rage．At last she spat out：“Tell him，that filthy Prussian，that my decision remains unchanged．Unchanged，I repeat！”The innkeeper went away．The others gathered round Boule de Suif，asking her what the Prussian wanted with her．At first she refused to tell them，but finally，her passions running high，she blurted out：“What does he want with me？Well，he wants to go to bed with me！”Every one of them was aghast at this shocking declaration．Barbarian！Yes，baser than a beast！They，especially，the ladies，became furious．Only the nuns bent their heads in silence．The next morning，however，when they got up early，they had something like a hope that the Prussian would change his mind，while they were haunted by a fear that they might be confined for ever in this horrible inn．They stood about the coach hoping for good news．The hours dragged by wearily．By lunch time the situation was getting on their nerves．Naturally their thoughts underwent a subtle change．The gentlemen，even the ladies，found themselves asking the same question．Why should Boule de Suif be so particular on this occasion？What was her profession？Was it not her daily job to sell her body for money？“Suppose we went on foot？”Loiseau suggested．“Quite impossible in this snow，and with our wives，too，”the Count answered．Dinner was eaten hurriedly；every one was de- pressed．The next morning they came downstairs，looking exhausted and irritable．The women would hardly speak to Boule de Suif．When the church bell rang for a christening，Boule de Suif，Who had a baby of her own，brought up by a peasant at Yvetot took it into her head to go out and see it．As soon as she left the inn，the others exchanged glances．It was high time they came to a decision．Loiseau had an idea．It was to invite the officer to keep only Boule de Suif and let the others go．Monsieur Follenvie went upstairs to give this message to the Prussian，and was all but kicked out of the room．Now Madame Loiseau，vulgar by nature，unmasked herself：“Ladies and gentlemen，I'll give you a bit of my mind．It is out of the question for us to stay here all our lifetime．She had refused to entertain the officer，but isn't it her profession to at- tend on a man at night？I know her policy at Rouen was Let anyone come，and I am his mistress．’And now，when we are in trouble，she puts on airs．The German is an officer，not without a sense of propriety，for he is ready to contenthimself with such a common woman as she，when he knows we are here，we three ladies，whom he would no doubt have preferred．Remember，he could do anything with us if he were so minded．Frankly，he is too good for such a prostitute as Boule de Suif．I would like to know if she is a were of her position．She should thank her stars that she has a chance of entertaining a handsome German officer．”The other women shuddered．Madame Carré-Lamadon，who had been listening to her with sparkling eyes，nearly fainted with fear．It might be that she imagined herself being forced by the Prussian officer．Loiseau，quite excited，proposed that they should hand over Boule de Suif by sheer strength，but the Count insisted that the situation should be handled with delicacy．“We must talk her round，”he said．Then they put their heads together over the plan，every one giving an opinion with cruel enthusiasm．They were so deep in the discussion that they did not hear Boule de Suif come in，till the Count whispered，“Hush！”Up to lunch time the ladies tried to be polite to Boule de Suif so as to throw her off her guard．But as soon as they sat down to table，they opened fire．They used the virtue of self-sacrifice as a weapon to makeher agree．They first referred to Judith，mentioned in the Book of Judith，speaking at length about her courage and loyalty；how she went to the tent of Holofernes，general of King Nebuchadnezzar，when he besieged Bethulia；how she was admitted because of her stately beauty；how she cut off the invader's head with his own sword and returned to the city；how the townsmen，aroused to enthusiasm by her deed，went forth and defeated the enemy．Then they referred to Lucretia，speaking enthusiastically of her virtue of self-sacrifice．They told one another how Lucretia，a virtuous Roman married woman，was threatened that she must yield to the desire of Sextus，who swore that he would kill her and a slave，if she refused，and then say he had caught them in adultery，and avenged her husband's honour；how she summoned her relatives after Sextus had departed told them what had happened，swearing them to vengeance，and then stabbed herself fatally；how this incident led to the Roman Revolution，by which the monarchy was overthrown and the republic was established．Oh，how courageous she was！She was purer in mind than the purest of the pure！Then they referred to Cleopatra，queen of Egypt，who used her unusual charms to attain her ends．What made Julius Caesar support herclaims when he came to Alexandria？Her self-sacrifice．What made Mark Antony take sides with her？Her self-sacrifice．Next was unfolded a fantastic story of how the Roman women went to Capua and attended on Hannibal，his officers，and his phalanxes of mercenaries．These women，they said，loved their country's good with a respect more tender，more holy and more profound than their own chastity．By the time they had finished，one would have supposed that the whole duty of a woman consisted in a sacrifice of her person and a surrender of herself to the lust of victorious soldiers．Deep in their meditations，the two nuns did not seem to be listening，and Boule de Suif did not say a word．All that afternoon they left her to her own thoughts．They no longer addressed her as “Madame”；they only said“Mademoiselle”，as if reminding her that she was only a prostitute．When dinner was being served，Monsieur Follenvie appeared and repeated the same question of the previous evening：“The Prussian officer asked me to find out whether Mademoiselle Elisabeth Rousset has changed her mind．”“No，”Boule de Suif answered curtly．During dinner，the Countess happened to question the elder nun about the lives of the saints．She answered with unexpected eloquence that even the saints had suffered from the entanglements of sin，and that only by the constant exercise of reverence could they walk the paths of the Lord．Then she added that an offence against society was not always an offence against God，indeed some acts prejudicial to society might be commendable in the eyes of God if they are done for the glory of God or for the good of neighbours．She went so far as to say that any act would be acceptable to God，if actuated by love and friendship．“Do you mean to say that God will pardon any act if it is done for the good of neighbours？”the Count asked with apparent surprise．“Of course I do．The marvel of His love is such that an act sinful in itself becomes far from sinful if inspired by a noble idea．”An argument made on the authority of the church seemed to be most effective in breaking down the resistance offered by the wilful prostitute．In the afternoon，the countess suggested a walk．The Count gave his arm to Boule de Suif and lingered with her behind the others．He spoke to her with a pretence of generosity which higher-ups often display towards the lower class when they want to gain something for them- selves．At last he said：“What makes you grudge him a favour which has been a matter of course to you at Rouen？”Boule de Suif made no reply．He then tried using his diplomatic ability，arguing with or without reason，appealing to her heart，and always emphasizing the gratitude she would thus win from her fellow travellers．Boule de Suif still made no reply．On returning to the hotel，she withdrew to her room and would not see anyone．The rest of the party were very much worried，and made many conjectures．Dinner time came，but Boule de Suif was not to be seen．Monsieur Follenvie said that Mademoiselle Rousset was not feeling well and that they might eat their dinner without her．The ladies cast a meaningfulglance at one another．Then the Count went up to the innkeeper and said in a whisper，“All right？”The latter nodded．Every one gave a sigh of relief．Loiseau exclaimed，I'll treat you all to champagne，if there's any in the house．”The conversation went on merrily and convivially．Suddenly Loiseau raised his hands and said with force，“Hush！The whole party，armed，ceased to speak at once．He stood up，as if straining his ears，looked up at the ceiling，and said，“Now we are out of danger．”They ex- changed ironical smiles．This detestable joke was repeated several times throughout the evening，and apparently pleased their bad taste．At dessert，even the women，under the influence of wine and champagne，made rather indecent remarks．About midnight，Cornudet，who had remained silent throughout the dinner，suddenly stood up．Glaring at the company，he said，“This is too much，”and strode out of the room．Everyone was struck dumb for a moment．Loiseau，however，soon pulled himself together，laughed heartily，and said：“The grapes are sour，ladies and gentlemen；he envies the Prussian officer．”。

BALL-OF-FAT 羊脂球

Chapter 2
Some detachments rapped at each door，then disappeared into the houses．It was occupation after invasion．Then the duty commences for the conquered to show themselves gracious toward the conquerors．

After some time，as soon as the first terror disappears，a new calm is established．In many families，the Prussian officer eats at the table．He is sometimes well bred and，through politeness，pities France，and speaks of his repugnance in taking part in this affair．One is grateful to him for this sentiment；then，one may be，some day or other，in need of his protection．By treat-ing him well，one has，perhaps，a less number of men to feed．And why should we wound anyone on whom we are entirely dependent？To act thus would be less bravery than temerity．And temerity is no longer a fault of the commoner of Rouen，as it was at the time of the heroic defense，when their city became famous．Final-ly，each told himself that the highest judgment of French urbanity required that they be allowed to be polite to the strange soldier in the house，provided they did not show themselves familiar with him in public．Outside they would not make themselves known to each other，but at home they could chat freely，and the German might remain longer each evening warming his feet at their hearthstones．

羊脂球--莫泊桑(英汉对照)

BOULE DE SUIFIt was half past four in the morning．The travellers，who had met in the yard of the Normandy Hotel，were shivering with cold in the darkness．“Isn't the coach ready yet？”one of them said．“No，not yet，”his companion answered．“Lucky we have been to get a permit from the Prussian army to leave Rouen，”another said．“I have an acquaintance among German officers．”“I see．”“Do you think we can run a business at Havre？”“Perhaps we can．If not，we can make our way to England．Nothing venture，nothing gain．”“I agree with you．We can do nothing in occupied Rouen．”“I have brought my wife．”“So have I．”“And I，too．”Horses’hoofs were heard，and the tinkling of little bells told them that the harness was being got ready．Snow was falling with something like a vague and indefinable whisper．A man with a lantern appeared，dragging along a horse．He spent a long time adjusting the harness with one hand，for he held the lantern in the other．As he was going to fetch the second horse，he noticed the travellers standing helplessly under the falling snow．“Don't you stand there，”he said．“Get inside the coach，and you can at least take shelter from the snow．”羊脂球清晨4点半钟，天还黑蒙蒙的。