The lottery 中英文版
The-Lottery---摸彩书评知识分享
The Lottery商英132班莫雨清We all know “lottery” which is typically thought of as something good because it usually involves getting something such as money or prizes. But the book《The Lottery》written by Shirley Jackson gave us a new definition of this word and it turned out to be a cruel and horrible one.The author, Shirley Jackson,was an influential American writer. Her works have received increasing attention from literary critics in recent years. Her most stories’ themes are evil which include the abnormal psychology or supernatural powers and the best story is "The Lottery" , ironically giving the lottery a bad meaning.The story contrasts details of contemporary small town American life with an annual ritual know as “the lottery”.On 27 June, 300 residents in this village assembled together with strange and nervous mood. Mr.Summers conducted the lottery, carrying a box wooden box with slips of paper.In the first round of the lottery, the head of each family draws a small slip of paper; Bill Hutchinson gets the one slip with a black spot, meaning that his family has been chosen. In the next round, each Hutchinson family member draws a slip, and Bill’s wife Tessie got the marked slip.In keeping with tradition, Tessie who protesting about the fairness of the lottery was stoned to death by others.The author’s writing techniques are very exquisite.At the beginning, the happy children make readers feel comfortable and think that the story is a happy and easy one. We are led to believe everything is fine because we do not really know what anyone is thinking. But it turned out to be a cruel and horrible one that the conflict is resolved with Tessie being stoned to death. However, there are several foreshadows. The first clue is stone which was mentioned for many times. Children had stuffed pockets full of stones to hurt people in the end. The second one is name. Mr.Graves’ name is simply a foreshadow of the grave situation to come; the name Warmer can be seen as a literal warning against ceasing the tradition of the lottery.Another feature in this story is the irony. In this lottery it was not what they win but what they lost, the winner even had to die. So the title is the first great irony. The situation which was going to happen was so awful that cannot truly be forgotten. But Mrs. Hutchinson was jokingly saying yo Mrs. Delacroix “Clean forget what day it was”. At the end of the story, Mrs.Hutchinson was upset because of the way she was chosen rather than the doom. She shouted out “It isn’t fair, it isn’t right”. The situation is extremely ironic to the story.In this story, people are not willing to reject outdated traditions, ideas, rules, laws, and practices. The villagers continued the lottery year after year because they thought they had always done it this way. Why should change now? Society wrongfully designates scapegoats to bear the sins of the community. They naively thought the sacrifice of one person can lead to great harvest. Following the crowd can have disastrous consequences. Although some villagers raised questions about the lottery, they all went along with it in the end. Thus, they became unthinking members of a herd, forfeiting their individuality and sending Tessie Hutchinson to her death.In real life, sometimes we sho uld keep our own minds and don’t follow the herd blindly because the untested life is not worth living.。
The Lottery(英文版)
"The Lottery" (1948)by Shirley JacksonThe morning of June 27th was clear and sunny, with the fresh warmth of a full-summer day; the flowers were blossoming profusely and the grass was richly green. The people of the village began to gather in the square, between the post office and the bank, around ten o’clock; in some towns there were so many people that the lottery took two days and had to be started on June 20th, but in this village, where there were only about three hundred people, the whole lottery took less than two hours, so it could begin at ten o’clock in the morning and still be through in time to allow the villagers to get home for noon dinner.The children assembled first, of course. School was recently over for the summer, and the feeling of liberty sat uneasily on most of them; they tended to gather together quietly for a while before they broke into boisterous play, and their talk was still of the classroom and the teacher, of books and reprimands. Bobby Martin had already stuffed his pockets full of stones, and the other boys soon followed his example, selecting the smoothest and roundest stones; Bobby and Harry Jones and Dickie Delacroix—the villagers pronounced this name “Dellacroy”—eventually made a great pile of stones in one corner of the square and guarded it against the raids of the other boys. The girls stood aside, talking among themselves, looking over their shoulders at the boys, and the very small children rolled in the dust or clung to the hands of their older brothers or sisters.Soon the men began to gather, surveying their own children, speaking of planting and rain, tractors and taxes. They stood together, away from the pile of stones in the corner, and their jokes were quiet and they smiled rather than laughed. The women, wearing faded house dresses and sweaters, came shortly after their menfolk. They greeted one another and exchanged bits of gossip as they went to join their husbands. Soon the women, standing by their husbands, began to call to their children, and the children came reluctantly, having to be called four or five times. Bobby Martin ducked under his mother’s grasping hand and ran, laughing, back to the pile of stones. His father spoke up sharply, and Bobby came quickly and took his place between his father and his oldest brother.The lottery was conducted—as were the square dances, the teen club, the Halloween program—by Mr. Summers, who had time and energy to devote to civic activities. He was a round-faced, jovial man and he ran the coal business, and people were sorry for him because he had no children and his wife was a scold. When he arrived in the square, carrying the black wooden box, there was a murmur of conversation among the villagers, and he waved and called. “Little late today, folks. ” The postmaster, Mr. Graves, followed him, carrying a three-legged stool, and the stool was put in the center of the square and Mr. Summers set the black box down on it. The villagers kept their distance, leaving a space between themselves and the stool, and when Mr. Summers said, “Some of you fellows want to give me a hand?” there was a hesitation before two men. Mr. Martin and his oldest son, Baxter, came forward to hold the box steady on the stool while Mr. Summers stirred up the papers inside it.The original paraphernalia for the lottery had been lost long ago, and the black box now resting on the stool had been put into use even before Old Man Warner, the oldest man in town, was born. Mr. Summers spoke frequently to the villagers about making a new box, but no oneliked to upset even as much tradition as was represented by the black box. There was a story that the present box had been made with some pieces of the box that had preceded it, the one that had been constructed when the first people settled down to make a village here. Every year, after the lottery, Mr. Summers began talking again about a new box, but every year the subject was allowed to fade off without anything’s being done. The black bo x grew shabbier each year: by now it was no longer completely black but splintered badly along one side to show the original wood color, and in some places faded or stained.Mr. Martin and his oldest son, Baxter, held the black box securely on the stool until Mr. Summers had stirred the papers thoroughly with his hand. Because so much of the ritual had been forgotten or discarded, Mr. Summers had been successful in having slips of paper substituted for the chips of wood that had been used for generations. Chips of wood, Mr. Summers had argued, had been all very well when the village was tiny, but now that the population was more than three hundred and likely to keep on growing, it was necessary to use something that would fit more easily into he black box. The night before the lottery, Mr. Summers and Mr. Graves made up the slips of paper and put them in the box, and it was then taken to the safe of Mr. Summers’ coal company and locked up until Mr. Summers was ready to take it to the square next morning. The rest of the year, the box was put way, sometimes one place, sometimes another; it had spent one year in Mr. Graves’s barn and another year underfoot in the post office. and sometimes it was set on a shelf in the Martin grocery and left there.There was a great deal of fussing to be done before Mr. Summers declared the lottery open. There were the lists to make up–of heads of families, heads of households in each family, members of each household in each family. There was the proper swearing-in of Mr. Summers by the postmaster, as the official of the lottery; at one time, some people remembered, there had been a recital of some sort, performed by the official of the lottery, a perfunctory, tuneless chant that had been rattled off duly each year; some people believed that the official of the lottery used to stand just so when he said or sang it, others believed that he was supposed to walk among the people, but years and years ago this p3rt of the ritual had been allowed to lapse. There had been, also, a ritual salute, which the official of the lottery had had to use in addressing each person who came up to draw from the box, but this also had changed with time, until now it was felt necessary only for the official to speak to each person approaching. Mr. Summers was very good at all this; in his clean white shirt and blue jeans, with one hand resting carelessly on the black box, he seemed very proper and important as he talked interminably to Mr. Graves and the Martins.Just as Mr. Summers finally left off talking and turned to the assembled villagers, Mrs. Hutchinson came hurriedly along the path to the square, her sweater thrown over her shoulders, and slid into place in the back of the crowd. “Clean forgot what day it was,” she said to Mrs. Delacroix, who stoo d next to her, and they both laughed softly. “Thought my old man was out back stacking wood,” Mrs. Hutchinson went on, “and then I looked out the window and the kids was gone, and then I remembered it was the twenty-seventh and came a-running. ” She dried her hands on her apron, and Mrs. Delacroix said, “You’re in time, though. They’re still talking away up there. “Mrs. Hutchinson craned her neck to see through the crowd and found her husband and children standing near the front. She tapped Mrs. Delacroix on the arm as a farewell and beganto make her way through the crowd. The people separated good-humoredly to let her through: two or three people said, in voices just loud enough to be heard across the crowd, “Here comes your, Missus, Hutchinson,” and “Bill, she made it after all. ” Mrs. Hutchinson reached her husband, and Mr. Summers, who had been waiting, said cheerfully. “Thought we were going to have to get on without you, Tessie. ” Mrs. Hutchinson said, grinning, “Wouldn’t have me leave m’dishes in the sink, now, would you, Joe?” and soft laughter ran through the crowd as the people stirred back into position after Mrs. Hutchinson’s arrival.“Well, now. ” Mr. Summers said soberly, “guess we better get started, get this over with, so’s we can go back to work. Anybody ain’t here?”“Dunbar. ” several people said. “Dunbar. Dunbar. “Mr. Summers consulted his list. “Clyde Dunbar. ” he said. “That’s right. He’s broke his leg, hasn’t he? Who’s drawing for him?”“Me. I guess,” a woman said, and Mr. Summers turned to look at her. “Wife draws for her husband. ” Mr. Summers said. “Don’t you have a grown boy to do it for you, Janey?” Although Mr. Summers and everyone else in the village knew the answer perfectly well, it was the business of the official of the lottery to ask such questions formally. Mr. Summers waited with an expression of polite interest while Mrs. Dunbar answered.“Horace’s not but sixteen yet. ” Mrs. Dunbar said regretfully. “Guess I gotta fill in for the old man this year. ““Right. ” Mr. Summers said. He made a note on the list he was holding. Then he asked, “Watson boy drawing this year?”A tall boy in the crowd raised his hand. “Here,” he said. “I m drawing for my mother and me. ” He blinked his eyes nervously and ducked his head as several voic es in the crowd said things like “Good fellow, lack. ” and “Glad to see your mother’s got a man to do it. ““Well,” Mr. Summers said, “guess that’s everyone. Old Man Warner make it?”“Here,” a voice said, and Mr. Summers nodded.A sudden hush fell on the crowd as Mr. Summers cleared his throat and looked at the list. “All ready?” he called. “Now, I’ll read the names–heads of families first–and the men come up and take a paper out of the box. Keep the paper folded in your hand without looking at it until eve ryone has had a turn. Everything clear?”The people had done it so many times that they only half listened to the directions: most of them were quiet, wetting their lips, not looking around. Then Mr. Summers raised one hand high and said, “Adams. ” A man disengaged himself from the crowd and came forward. “Hi. Steve. ” Mr. Summers said, and Mr. Adams said. “Hi. Joe. ” They grinned at one another humorlessly and nervously. Then Mr. Adams reached into the black box and took out a folded paper. He held it firmly by one corner as he turned and went hastily back to his place in the crowd, where he stood a little apart from his family, not looking down at his hand.“Allen. ” Mr. Summers said. “Anderson… Bentham. ““Seems like there’s no time at all between lotteries any more. ” Mrs. Delacroix said to Mrs. Graves in the back row.“Seems like we got through with the last one only last week. ““Time sure goes fast” Mrs. Graves said.“Clark… Delacroix. ““There goes my old man. ” Mrs. Delacroix said. She held her breat h while her husband went forward.“Dunbar,” Mr. Summers said, and Mrs. Dunbar went steadily to the box while one of the women said. “Go on, Janey,” and another said, “There she goes. ““We’re next. ” Mrs. Graves said. She watched while Mr. Graves came arou nd from the side of the box, greeted Mr. Summers gravely and selected a slip of paper from the box. By now, all through the crowd there were men holding the small folded papers in their large hand, turning them over and over nervously Mrs. Dunbar and her two sons stood together, Mrs. Dunbar holding the slip of paper.“Harburt… Hutchinson. ““Get up there, Bill,” Mrs. Hutchinson said, and the people near her laughed.“Jones. ““They do say,” Mr. Adams said to Old Man Warner, who stood next to him, “that over in the north village they’re talking of giving up the lottery. “Old Man Warner snorted. “Pack of crazy fools,” he said. “Listening to the young folks, nothing’s good enough for them. Next thing you know, they’ll be wanting to go back to living in caves, nobody work any more, live hat way for a while. Used to be a saying about Lottery in June, corn be heavy soon. ‘ First thing you know, we’d all be eating stewed chickweed and acorns. There’s always been a lottery,” he added petulantly. “Bad enough to see y oung Joe Summers up there joking with everybody. ““Some places have already quit lotteries,” Mrs. Adams said.“Nothing but trouble in that,” Old Man Warner said stoutly. “Pack of young fools. ““Martin. ” And Bobby Martin watched his father go forward. “Overdyke… Percy. ““I wish they’d hurry,” Mrs. Dunbar said to her older son. “I wish they’d hurry.”“They’re almost through,” her son said.“You get ready to run tell Dad,” Mrs. Dunbar said.Mr. Summers called his own name and then stepped forward precisely and selected a slip from the box. Then he called, “Warner. ““Seventy-seventh year I been in the lottery,” Old Man Warner said as he went through the crowd. “Seventy-seventh time. ““Watson. ” The tall boy came awkwardly through the crowd. Someone said, “Don’t be nervous, Jack,” and Mr. Summers said, “Take your time, son. ““Zanini. “After that, there was a long pause, a breathless pause, until Mr. Summers, holding his slip of paper in the air, said, “All right, fellows. ” For a minute, no one moved, and then all the slips of paper were opened. Suddenly, all the women began to speak at once, saving. “Who is it?,” “Who’s got it?,” “Is it the Dunbars?,” “Is it the Watsons?” Then the voices began to say, “It’s Hutchinson. It’s Bill,” “Bill Hutchinson’s got it. ““Go tell your father,” Mrs. Dunbar said to her older son.People began to look around to see the Hutchinsons. Bill Hutchinson was standing quiet, staring down at the paper in his hand. Suddenly, Tessie Hutchinson shouted to Mr. Summers. “You didn’t give him time enough to take any paper he wanted. I saw you. It wasn’t fair!”“Be a good sport, Tessie,” Mrs. Delacroix called, and Mrs. Graves said, “All of us took the same chance. ““Shut up, Tessie,” Bill Hutchinson said.“Well, everyone,” Mr. Summers said, “that was done pretty fast, and now we’ve got to be hurrying a little more to get done in time. ” He consulted his next list. “Bill,” he said, “you draw for the Hutchinson family. You got any other households in the Hutchinsons?”“There’s Don and Eva,”Mrs. Hutchinson yelled. “Make them take their chance!”“Daughters draw with their husbands’ families, Tessie,” Mr. Summers said gently. “You know that as well as anyone else. ““It wasn’t fair,” Tessie said.“I guess not, Joe,” Bill Hutchinson said regretfully. “My daughter draws with her husband’s family; that’s only fair. And I’ve got no other family except the kids. ““Then, as far as drawing for families is concerned, it’s you,” Mr. Summers said in explanation, “and as far as drawing for households is concerned, that’s you, too. Right?”“Right,” Bill Hutchinson said.“How many kids, Bill?” Mr. Summers asked formally.“Three,” Bill Hutchinson said.“There’s Bill, Jr. , and Nancy, and little Dave. And Tessie and me. ““All right, then,” Mr. Summers said. “Harry, you got their tickets back?”Mr. Graves nodded and held up the slips of paper. “Put them in the box, then,” Mr. Summers directed. “Take Bill’s and put it in. ““I think we ought to start over,” Mrs. Hutchinson said, as quietly as she could. “I tell you it wasn’t fair. You didn’t give him time enough to choose. Everybody saw that. “Mr. Graves had selected the five slips and put them in the box, and he dropped all the papers but those onto the ground, where the breeze caught them and lifted them off.“Listen, everybody,” Mrs. Hutchinson was saying to the people around her.“Ready, Bill?” Mr. Summers asked, and Bill Hutchinson, with one quick glance around at his wife and children, nodded.“Remember,” Mr. Summers said, “take the slips and keep them fol ded until each person has taken one. Harry, you help little Dave. ” Mr. Graves took the hand of the little boy, who came willingly with him up to the box. “Take a paper out of the box, Davy,” Mr. Summers said. Davy put his hand into the box and laughed. “Take just one paper. ” Mr. Summers said. “Harry, you hold it for him. ” Mr. Graves took the child’s hand and removed the folded paper from the tight fist and held it while little Dave stood next to him and looked up at him wonderingly.“Nancy next,” Mr. Sum mers said. Nancy was twelve, and her school friends breathed heavily as she went forward switching her skirt, and took a slip daintily from the box “Bill, Jr. ,” Mr. Summers said, and Billy, his face red and his feet overlarge, near knocked the box over as he got a paper out. “Tessie,” Mr. Summers said. She hesitated for a minute, looking around defiantly, and then set her lips and went up to the box. She snatched a paper out and held it behind her.“Bill,” Mr. Summers said, and Bill Hutchinson reached into the box and felt around, bringing his hand out at last with the slip of paper in it.The crowd was quiet. A girl whispered, “I hope it’s not Nancy,” and the sound of the whisper reached the edges of the crowd.“It’s not the way it used to be,” Old Man Warner said clearly. “People ain’t the way they used to be. ““All right,” Mr. Summers said. “Open the papers. Harry, you open little Dave’s. “Mr. Graves opened the slip of paper and there was a general sigh through the crowd as he held it up and everyone could see that it was blank. Nancy and Bill, Jr. , opened theirs at the same time, and both beamed and laughed, turning around to the crowd and holding their slips of paper above their heads.“Tessie,” Mr. Summers said. There was a pause, and then Mr. Summer s looked at Bill Hutchinson, and Bill unfolded his paper and showed it. It was blank.“It’s Tessie,” Mr. Summers said, and his voice was hushed. “Show us her paper, Bill. “Bill Hutchinson went over to his wife and forced the slip of paper out of her hand. It had a black spot on it, the black spot Mr. Summers had made the night before with the heavy pencil in the coal company office. Bill Hutchinson held it up, and there was a stir in the crowd.“All right, folks. ” Mr. Summers said. “Let’s finish quickly. “Although the villagers had forgotten the ritual and lost the original black box, they still remembered to use stones. The pile of stones the boys had made earlier was ready; there were stones on the ground with the blowing scraps of paper that had come out of the box Delacroix selected a stone so large she had to pick it up with both hands and turned to Mrs. Dunbar. “Come on,” she said. “Hurry up. “Mrs. Dunbar had small stones in both hands, and she said, gasping for breath. “I can’t run at all. You’ll have to go ahead and I’ll catch up with you. “The children had stones already. And someone gave little Davy Hutchinson a few pebbles.Tessie Hutchinson was in the center of a cleared space by now, and she held her hands out desperately as the villagers mov ed in on her. “It isn’t fair,” she said. A stone hit her on the side of the head. Old Man Warner was saying, “Come on, come on, everyone. ” Steve Adams was in the front of the crowd of villagers, with Mrs. Graves beside him.“It isn’t fair, it isn’t right,” Mrs. Hutchinson screamed, and then they were upon her.Discussion Questions:1. Were you surprised by the ending of the story? If not, at what point did you know what was going to happen? How does Jackson start to foreshadow the ending in paragraphs 2 and 3? Conversely, how does Jackson lull us into thinking that this is just an ordinary story with an ordinary town?2. Where does the story take place? In what way does the setting affect the story? Does it make you more or less likely to anticipate the ending?3. In what ways are the characters differentiated from one another? Looking back at the story, can you see why Tessie Hutchinson is singled out as the "winner"?4. What are some examples of irony in this story? For example, why might the title, "The Lottery," or the opening description in paragraph one, be considered ironic?5. Take a close look at Jackson's description of the black wooden box (paragraph 5) and of the black spot on the fatal slip of paper (paragraph 72). What do these objects suggest to you? Why is the black box described as "battered"? Are there any other symbols in the story?6. What do you understand to be the writer's own attitude toward the lottery and the stoning? Exactly what in the story makes her attitude clear to us?7. This story satirizes a number of social issues, including the reluctance of people to reject outdatedtraditions, ideas, rules, laws, and practices. What kinds of traditions, practices, laws, etc. might "The Lottery" represent?。
The Lottery
In the first round of the lottery, Bill Hutchinson gets the one slip with a black spot, meaning that his family has been chosen. In the next round, each Hutchinson family member draws a slip, and Bill's wife Tessie—who had arrived late—gets the marked slip. In keeping with tradition, each villager obtains a stone and begins to surround Tessie. The story ends as Tessie is stoned to death while she bemoans[be'məun] 惋惜；为…恸哭the unfairness of the situation.
Mr. Summers is the shiny磨光的,磨损的surface of the lottery .He is quite the innovator: he wants to make a new black box because the old one is getting shabby . He cares about surface and not content. But behind all of his reforming – his call for a new box and paper instead of wood . Like the boys, Mr. Summers is filled with energy, but unlike the boys, he doesn‘t direct that enthusiasm to the root of the lottery, the stones. Instead, he works wholeheartedly to give the lottery a new face for the 20th century; he suggests strips of paper instead of chips of wood to save space, but what is paper except milled磨损的 wood?
The Lottery(1)
The Lottery-QuestionsThe Lottery Questions1)What happens at the end of the story?At the end of the story, Mrs. Hutchinson was chosen. Everyone had stones in their hands and used them to attack Mrs. Hutchinson. Someone even gave little Davy Hutchinson few pebbles.2)Give me at least 2 clues that suggest how the townspeoplefeel about the lottery.They thought the lottery is normal and it is a part of daily life. Before the lottery began, people seemed relaxed. They talked about”planting and rain, trac tors and taxes.” All these things were just their daily lives. Obviously, they are used to the lottery. They also believed that the lottery is reliable. They had been in the lottery for at least seventy-seven years. They attended the lottery punctually every year. They also thought that only crazy fools will abandon this tradition.3)What is meant by the phrase “Lottery in June, corn be heavysoon?”The phrase meant if people do the lottery in June, their crops will flourish in the rest of the year.4)What is the point of view in this story?The point of view in this story is objective point of view. The narrator does not use “I” in the story and reader cannot see the thought or feelings of any character.5)What are the central themes in this story?The central theme of this story is that superstition is harmful. According to the story, we can see the lottery is a bloody and brutal rite. The author also used irony to emphasize this theme. For example, she described the relaxed mood among the villagers before the lottery.6)Give me an example of foreshadowing in the story.In the story, Mrs. Hutchinson shouted to Mr. Summers. "You didn't give him time enough to take any paper he wanted. I saw you. It wasn't fair!" This is an example of foreshadowing. Mr. Hutchinson got the paper with black spot and Mrs. Hutchinson was angry tense. This gives us a hint that being chosen by the lottery is a terrible thing.7)What does the black box symbolize?The black box symbolized of foolish old tradition and superstition. The villager used it every year for the lottery. It also8)What is the significance of the following characters?a.Old Man Warnerb.Mr. SummerA)Old Man Warner is important because he is the symbol ofsuperstition. He has been in the lottery for seventy-seven years. He believed that crazy only fool will abandon the lottery.B)The existence of Mr. Summer makes the story more ironic. He has alighted-hearted name and jovial personality, but he is the one who conducts the bloody rite.。
THE LOTTERY SUMMARY 摘要写作
Summary Writing of The LotteryThe story started in a small village, which had a small population but a long history. Thus, there was a traditional activity in this village every year, called “the lottery”.It was a pretty morning of June 27th. The people of the village began to gather together in the square around ten o’clock. The children assembled first, making a great pile of stones in one corner of the square, and filled their pockets with the stones. Sooner, the women arrived after their husbands. They called their children back and started waiting the lottery began.This lottery was conducted by Mr.Summers, as usual. He came here with the black wooden box, and put it on a three-legged stool, which carried by Mr. Graves, the postmaster of this village. About the black wooden box, everyone knew that it was the one replaced the original one, but no one care about making a new one instead, even as much tradition as was represented by the black Before the lottery, there were something had to be done. Mr.Summers and Mr. Graves made up the slips of paper and put them in the box. Also, there were lists of heads of families, heads of households in each family, members of each household in each family, needed to be made up. And there was the proper swearing-in of Mr.Summers by the postmaster, as the official of the lottery. At last, Mr. Summers had a speech. Just as he finally finished talking, Mrs.Hutchinson came hurriedly. And then, the lottery began.Mr.Summers asked if everyone was here. Then, each villager came to reach into the black box and took out a folded paper one by one. In this process, people chatted about the lottery, which they were familiar to.When everybody finished, there was a long pause, until Mr, Summers asked who got the paper. It was Bill Hutchinson. Getting the result, Bill’s wife, Tessie, shouted to Mr.Summers and tried to let her daughter in. Mr.Summers refused these words and started a new turn, among the Hutchinsons. Bill, his wife, and their three children, took the paper one by one as they had done just now. Mr.Summers opened the paper one by one, and the last one, owned by Tessie, was signed.Mr.Summers told everyone to finished this lottery quickly in the end. And Tessie was in the center of a cleared space by then. The only thing she could do was screaming, while the villagers were throwing the stones on her head.。
老友记txt版剧本中英文对照918 The One With The Lottery
Chandler: Yeah I know.
Rachel: Well, there's two spots left right?
Chandler: Yeah...I mean I want this so much! I mean, I wanna get one, I want my friend Charlie to get one...Except I don't care about Charlie.
Rachel: She dropped off a casserole?
Joey: Oh yeah! The casserole lady.
Monica: (to Ross)So, did you come by to watch us win the big bucks?
Ross: Yeah, uh... and then I figured after you win, we could all go out to the balcony and see a night rainbow with gremlins dancing on top of it!
Monica: I'm parked in a garage on Morton!
Ross: (panting)They're towing a car. And I am seeing...spots.
Joey: (sounding panicky)Oh my god Ross! You don't have Emma! And Rachel you don't have Emma! (Starts yelling) Where's Emma? Who has Emma!?
TheLottery中文版[修订]
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The Lottery中文版摸彩作者：雪莱·杰克森六月27日的早晨晴朗无云，有着盛夏时节新鲜的温暖；花儿开得繁茂，草儿长得绿油油。
十点钟左右，村里的人们开始在邮局和银行间的广场上聚集；有些城镇因为人太多，摸彩不得不花上两天，而且要在六月2日开始，但是在这个村子里，只有三百来人，摸彩的全程至多不会超过两小时，所以可以在早晨十点钟开始，并且仍能够让村民们准时回家吃上午饭。
首先集合来的当然是孩子们。
最近学校在放暑假，自由感不安地降落在多数人身上；在他们疯玩起来之前，他们往往会安静地聚在一起一会儿。
他们谈论的仍是学校和老师，书本和惩戒。
博比·马丁已经在他的衣兜里塞满了石子，其他男孩子很快也学起他的样子，挑选了最圆滑的石头；博比和哈里·琼斯还有迪克·戴拉克罗莱——村里人都把这个姓读作“戴拉克罗利”——最后终于在广场一角堆出了一个大石堆，他们守护着石堆，不让其他男孩袭击它。
女孩们站在一边，互相聊着，转过头看到哥哥姐姐们蜂拥而来或是偎依而行。
不久，男人们开始聚来了。
他们看着自己的孩子，讲着种地、雨水、拖拉机还有税收的事。
他们站在一起，离角落里那堆石头很远，他们开的玩笑有些单调，他们只是平静地笑笑。
女人们穿着褪了色的便装和毛衫，继她们的丈夫之后不久也来了。
她们彼此招呼着，闲谈上一两句，然后加入到她们丈夫的行列里。
很快，这些站在丈夫身边的女人们开始喊她们的孩子，孩子们来得很不情愿，必须要叫四、五遍。
博比·马丁躲开了他妈妈抓过来的手，笑着，又跑回到石堆那里。
他爸爸厉声喊了一下，博比赶快过来了，站到爸爸和哥哥中间。
T这次摸彩——就像广场舞会、少年俱乐部、万圣节前夕的节目——由夏莫斯先生主持。
他有时间和精力来投身于市民的活动。
他是个圆脸、快活的男人，他经营煤炭生意，人们很可怜他，因为他没有孩子，妻子又是个那样的泼妇。
当他带着黑木箱来到广场时，村民们窃窃私语起来，他挥挥手，喊道，“今天有点晚了，乡亲们。
the lottery译文
the lottery译文以下是短篇小说《抽签》（The Lottery）的中文译文：在小镇上，每年六月的第一天，小镇居民都会举行一个名为“抽签”的仪式。
这个仪式已经有数百年的历史了，人们认为它是镇上的传统，是保佑小镇平安的一种方式。
在抽签那天，人们会在镇广场上聚集在一起。
镇长会从一捆用绳子绑在一起的纸片中抽出一张。
抽到纸片的人，将会被石头砸死。
今年，抽签的结果是蒂娜。
蒂娜是一个年轻的女人，她有两个孩子。
当她抽到纸片时，她感到非常震惊和恐惧。
她不明白为什么自己要被杀死。
蒂娜的丈夫，汉克，也感到非常悲伤和愤怒。
他不想让妻子被杀死，但他知道他不能反抗。
抽签结束后，人们开始向蒂娜投掷石头。
蒂娜被石头砸得遍体鳞伤，最终死去。
抽签结束后，人们回到家中，继续过着自己的生活。
他们似乎已经忘记了刚刚发生的事情。
译文注释1.抽签是小镇上一个古老的传统，人们认为它是保佑小镇平安的一种方式。
2.抽签的结果是随机的，任何人都有被抽到纸片的可能。
3.被抽到纸片的人将会被石头砸死，这是小镇的传统。
小说分析《抽签》是美国作家谢尔曼·阿勒克西的短篇小说，发表于1948年。
这篇小说讲述了一个古老的传统，在这个传统中，每年都会有一个人被抽签杀死。
小说通过对抽签仪式的描写，表达了作者对传统和暴力的反思。
小说一开始，作者就将抽签仪式描述成一种非常正常的活动。
人们聚集在一起，兴高采烈地等待抽签结果。
这似乎是一个非常快乐的场景，但它却隐藏着一场悲剧。
当蒂娜抽到纸片时，她感到非常震惊和恐惧。
她不明白为什么自己要被杀死。
这反映了她对传统的反抗和不理解。
汉克对妻子的死感到非常悲伤和愤怒。
他不想让妻子被杀死，但他知道他不能反抗。
这反映了人们对传统的顺从和恐惧。
抽签结束后，人们似乎已经忘记了刚刚发生的事情。
他们继续过着自己的生活，仿佛什么都没有发生过。
这反映了人们对暴力的麻木和冷漠。
《抽签》是一部非常有影响力的小说，它曾被多次改编成电影和电视剧。
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Recently, I've got a chance to read a shortstory by Shirley Jackson named The Lottery. Shirley Jackson(Dec 14, 1916 - Aug 8, 1965) was an American author and published this shortstory in 1948.Here is the story. I hope that you can enjoy it with a cup of your favorite tea.The LotteryThe morning of June 27th was clear and sunny, with the fresh warmth of a full-summer day; the flowers were blossoming profusely and the grass was richly green. The people of the village began to gather in the square, between the post office and the bank, around ten o'clock; in some towns there were so many people that the lottery took two days and had to be started on June 2th. but in this village, where there were only about three hundred people, the whole lottery took less than two hours, so it could begin at ten o'clock in the morning and still be through in time to allow the villagers to get home fornoon dinner.The children assembled first, of course. School was recently over for the summer, and the feeling of liberty sat uneasily on most of them; they tended to gather together quietly for a while before they broke into boisterous play. and their talkwas still of the classroom and the teacher, of books and reprimands. Bobby Martin had already stuffed his pockets full of stones, and the other boys soon followed his example, selecting the smoothest and roundest stones; Bobby and Harry Jones and Dickie Delacroix-- the villagers pronounced this name "Dellacroy"--eventually made a great pile of stones in one corner of the square and guarded it against the raids of the other boys. The girls stood aside, talking among themselves, looking over their shoulders at the boys. and the very small children rolled in the dust or clung to the hands oftheir older brothers or sisters.Soon the men began to gather. surveying their own children, speaking of planting and rain, tractors and taxes. They stood together, away from the pile of stones in the corner, and their jokes were quiet and they smiled rather than laughed. The women, wearing faded house dresses and sweaters, came shortly after their menfolk. They greeted one another and exchanged bits of gossip as they went to join their husbands. Soon the women, standing by their husbands, began to call to their children, and the children came reluctantly, having to be called four or five times. Bobby Martin ducked under his mother's grasping hand and ran, laughing, back to the pile ofstones. His father spoke up sharply, and Bobby came quickly and took his place between his father and his oldest brother. The lottery was conducted--as were the square dances, the teen club, the Halloween program--by Mr. Summers. who had time and energy to devote to civic activities. He was a round-faced, jovial man and he ran the coal business, and people were sorry for him. because he had no children and his wife was a scold. When he arrived in the square, carrying the black wooden box, there was a murmur of conversation among the villagers, and he waved and called. "Little late today, folks." The postmaster, Mr. Graves, followed him, carrying a three- legged stool, and the stool was put in the center of the square and Mr. Summers set the black box down on it. The villagers kept their distance, leaving a space between themselves and the stool. and when Mr. Summers said, "Some of you fellows want to give me a hand?" there was a hesitation before two men. Mr. Martin and his oldest son, Baxter. came forward to hold the box steady on the stool while Mr. Summers stirred up the papers inside it.The original paraphernalia for the lottery had been lost long ago, and the black box now resting on the stool had been putinto use even before Old Man Warner, the oldest man in town, was born. Mr. Summers spoke frequently to the villagers about making a new box, but no one liked to upset even as much tradition as was represented by the black box. There was a story that the present box had been made with some pieces of the box that had preceded it, the one that had been constructed when the first people settled down to make a village here. Every year, after the lottery, Mr. Summers began talking again about a new box, but every year the subject was allowed to fade off without anything's being done. The black box grew shabbier each year: by now it was no longer completely black but splintered badly along one side to show the original wood color, and in some places faded or stained. Mr. Martin and his oldest son, Baxter, held the black box securely on the stool until Mr. Summers had stirred the papers thoroughly with his hand. Because so much of the ritual had been forgotten or discarded, Mr. Summers had been successful in having slips of paper substituted for the chips of wood that had been used for generations. Chips of wood, Mr. Summers had argued. had been all very well when the village was tiny, but now that the population was more than three hundred and likely to keep on growing, it was necessary to usesomething that would fit more easily into he black box. The night before the lottery, Mr. Summers and Mr. Graves made up the slips of paper and put them in the box, and it was then taken to the safe of Mr. Summers' coal company and locked up until Mr. Summers was ready to take it to the square next morning. The rest of the year, the box was put way, sometimes one place, sometimes another; it had spent one year in Mr. Graves's barn and another year underfoot in the post office. and sometimes it was set on a shelf in the Martingrocery and left there.There was a great deal of fussing to be done before Mr. Summers declared the lottery open. There were the lists to make up--of heads of families. heads of households in each family. members of each household in each family. There was the proper swearing-in of Mr. Summers by the postmaster, as the official of the lottery; at one time, some peopleremembered, there had been a recital of some sort, performed by the official of the lottery, a perfunctory. tuneless chant that had been rattled off duly each year; some people believed that the official of the lottery used to stand just so when he said or sang it, others believed that he was supposed to walk among the people, but years and years ago this p3rt ofthe ritual had been allowed to lapse. There had been, also, a ritual salute, which the official of the lottery had had to use in addressing each person who came up to draw from the box, but this also had changed with time, until now it was feltnecessary only for the official to speak to each person approaching. Mr. Summers was very good at all this; in his clean white shirt and blue jeans. with one hand resting carelessly on the black box. he seemed very proper and important as he talked interminably to Mr. Graves and theMartins.Just as Mr. Summers finally left off talking and turned to the assembled villagers, Mrs. Hutchinson came hurriedly along the path to the square, her sweater thrown over her shoulders, and slid into place in the back of the crowd. "Clean forgot what day it was," she said to Mrs. Delacroix, who stood next to her, and they both laughed softly. "Thought my old man was out back stacking wood," Mrs. Hutchinson went on. "and then I looked out the window and the kids was gone, and then I remembered it was the twenty-seventh and came a-running." She dried her hands on her apron, and Mrs. Delacroix said, "You're in time, though. They're still talking away up there."Mrs. Hutchinson craned her neck to see through the crowd and found her husband and children standing near the front. She tapped Mrs. Delacroix on the arm as a farewell and began to make her way through the crowd. The people separated good-humoredly to let her through: two or three people said. in voices just loud enough to be heard across the crowd, "Here comes your, Missus, Hutchinson," and "Bill, she made it after all." Mrs. Hutchinson reached her husband, and Mr. Summers, who had been waiting, said cheerfully. "Thought we were going to have to get on without you, Tessie." Mrs. Hutchinson said. grinning, "Wouldn't have me leave m'dishes in the sink, now, would you. Joe?," and soft laughter ran through the crowd as the people stirred back into position after Mrs.Hutchinson's arrival."Well, now." Mr. Summers said soberly, "guess we better get started, get this over with, so's we can go back to work.Anybody ain't here?""Dunbar." several people said. "Dunbar. Dunbar." Mr. Summers consulted his list. "Clyde Dunbar." he said. "That's right. He's broke his leg, hasn't he? Who's drawing forhim?""Me. I guess," a woman said. and Mr. Summers turned to look at her. "Wife draws for her husband." Mr. Summers said. "Don't you have a grown boy to do it for you, Janey?" Although Mr. Summers and everyone else in the village knew the answer perfectly well, it was the business of the official of the lottery to ask such questions formally. Mr. Summers waited with an expression of polite interest while Mrs. Dunbaranswered."Horace's not but sixteen vet." Mrs. Dunbar said regretfully."Guess I gotta fill in for the old man this year." "Right." Sr. Summers said. He made a note on the list he was holding. Then he asked, "Watson boy drawing this year?"A tall boy in the crowd raised his hand. "Here," he said. "I mdrawing for my mother and me." He blinked his eyes nervously and ducked his head as several voices in the crowd said thin#s like "Good fellow, lack." and "Glad to see yourmother's got a man to do it.""Well," Mr. Summers said, "guess that's everyone. Old ManWarner make it?""Here," a voice said. and Mr. Summers nodded.A sudden hush fell on the crowd as Mr. Summers cleared his throat and looked at the list. "All ready?" he called. "Now, I'll read the names--heads of families first--and the men come up and take a paper out of the box. Keep the paper folded in your hand without looking at it until everyone has had a turn.Everything clear?"The people had done it so many times that they only half listened to the directions: most of them were quiet. wetting their lips. not looking around. Then Mr. Summers raised one hand high and said, "Adams." A man disengaged himself from the crowd and came forward. "Hi. Steve." Mr. Summers said. and Mr. Adams said. "Hi. Joe." They grinned at one another humorlessly and nervously. Then Mr. Adams reached into the black box and took out a folded paper. He held it firmly by one corner as he turned and went hastily back to his place in the crowd. where he stood a little apart from his family. notlooking down at his hand."Allen." Mr. Summers said. "Anderson.... Bentham." "Seems like there's no time at all between lotteries any more."Mrs. Delacroix said to Mrs. Graves in the back row."Seems like we got through with the last one only last week.""Time sure goes fast.-- Mrs. Graves said."Clark.... Delacroix""There goes my old man." Mrs. Delacroix said. She held her breath while her husband went forward. "Dunbar," Mr. Summers said, and Mrs. Dunbar went steadily to the box while one of the women said. "Go on. Janey," and another said, "There she goes.""We're next." Mrs. Graves said. She watched while Mr. Graves came around from the side of the box, greeted Mr. Summers gravely and selected a slip of paper from the box. By now, all through the crowd there were men holding the small folded papers in their large hand. turning them over and over nervously Mrs. Dunbar and her two sons stood together, Mrs.Dunbar holding the slip of paper."Harburt.... Hutchinson.""Get up there, Bill," Mrs. Hutchinson said. and the people nearher laughed."Jones.""They do say," Mr. Adams said to Old Man Warner, who stood next to him, "that over in the north village they're talking ofgiving up the lottery."Old Man Warner snorted. "Pack of crazy fools," he said. "Listening to the young folks, nothing's good enough for them. Next thing you know, they'll be wanting to go back to living in caves, nobody work any more, live hat way for a while. Used to be a saying about 'Lottery in June, corn be heavy soon.' First thing you know, we'd all be eating stewed chickweed and acorns. There's always been a lottery," he added petulantly. "Bad enough to see young Joe Summers up there joking witheverybody.""Some places have already quit lotteries." Mrs. Adams said. "Nothing but trouble in that," Old Man Warner said stoutly."Pack of young fools.""Martin." And Bobby Martin watched his father go forward."Overdyke.... Percy.""I wish they'd hurry," Mrs. Dunbar said to her older son. "Iwish they'd hurry.""They're almost through," her son said."You get ready to run tell Dad," Mrs. Dunbar said. Mr. Summers called his own name and then stepped forward precisely and selected a slip from the box. Then he called,"Warner.""Seventy-seventh year I been in the lottery," Old Man Warner said as he went through the crowd. "Seventy-seventh time." "Watson" The tall boy came awkwardly through the crowd. Someone said, "Don't be nervous, Jack," and Mr. Summerssaid, "Take your time, son.""Zanini."After that, there was a long pause, a breathless pause, until Mr. Summers. holding his slip of paper in the air, said, "All right, fellows." For a minute, no one moved, and then all the slips of paper were opened. Suddenly, all the women began to speak at once, saving. "Who is it?," "Who's got it?," "Is it the Dunbars?," "Is it the Watsons?" Then the voices began to say, "It's Hutchinson. It's Bill," "Bill Hutchinson's got it.""Go tell your father," Mrs. Dunbar said to her older son.People began to look around to see the Hutchinsons. Bill Hutchinson was standing quiet, staring down at the paper in his hand. Suddenly. Tessie Hutchinson shouted to Mr. Summers. "You didn't give him time enough to take any paper he wanted. I saw you. It wasn't fair!""Be a good sport, Tessie." Mrs. Delacroix called, and Mrs.Graves said, "All of us took the same chance.""Shut up, Tessie," Bill Hutchinson said."Well, everyone," Mr. Summers said, "that was done pretty fast, and now we've got to be hurrying a little more to get done in time." He consulted his next list. "Bill," he said, "you draw for the Hutchinson family. You got any other householdsin the Hutchinsons?""There's Don and Eva," Mrs. Hutchinson yelled. "Make themtake their chance!""Daughters draw with their husbands' families, Tessie," Mr. Summers said gently. "You know that as well as anyone else.""It wasn't fair," Tessie said."I guess not, Joe." Bill Hutchinson said regretfully. "My daughter draws with her husband's family; that's only fair.And I've got no other family except the kids." "Then, as far as drawing for families is concerned, it's you," Mr. Summers said in explanation, "and as far as drawing for households is concerned, that's you, too. Right?""Right," Bill Hutchinson said."How many kids, Bill?" Mr. Summers asked formally."Three," Bill Hutchinson said."There's Bill, Jr., and Nancy, and little Dave. And Tessie andme.""All right, then," Mr. Summers said. "Harry, you got theirtickets back?"Mr. Graves nodded and held up the slips of paper. "Put them in the box, then," Mr. Summers directed. "Take Bill's and put itin.""I think we ought to start over," Mrs. Hutchinson said, as quietly as she could. "I tell you it wasn't fair. You didn't give him time enough to choose. Everybody saw that."Mr. Graves had selected the five slips and put them in the box. and he dropped all the papers but those onto the ground.where the breeze caught them and lifted them off. "Listen, everybody," Mrs. Hutchinson was saying to the peoplearound her."Ready, Bill?" Mr. Summers asked. and Bill Hutchinson, with one quick glance around at his wife and children. nodded. "Remember," Mr. Summers said. "take the slips and keep them folded until each person has taken one. Harry, you help little Dave." Mr. Graves took the hand of the little boy, who came willingly with him up to the box. "Take a paper out of the box, Davy." Mr. Summers said. Davy put his hand into the box and laughed. "Take just one paper." Mr. Summers said. "Harry, you hold it for him." Mr. Graves took the child's hand and removed the folded paper from the tight fist and held it while little Dave stood next to him and looked up at himwonderingly."Nancy next," Mr. Summers said. Nancy was twelve, and her school friends breathed heavily as she went forward switching her skirt, and took a slip daintily from the box "Bill, Jr.," Mr.Summers said, and Billy, his face red and his feet overlarge, near knocked the box over as he got a paper out. "Tessie," Mr. Summers said. She hesitated for a minute, looking around defiantly. and then set her lips and went up to the box. She snatched a paper out and held it behind her. "Bill," Mr. Summers said, and Bill Hutchinson reached into the box and felt around, bringing his hand out at last with the slipof paper in it.The crowd was quiet. A girl whispered, "I hope it's not Nancy," and the sound of the whisper reached the edges of the crowd. "It's not the way it used to be." Old Man Warner said clearly."People ain't the way they used to be.""All right," Mr. Summers said. "Open the papers. Harry, youopen little Dave's."Mr. Graves opened the slip of paper and there was a general sigh through the crowd as he held it up and everyone could see that it was blank. Nancy and Bill. Jr.. opened theirs at the same time. and both beamed and laughed. turning around to the crowd and holding their slips of paper above their heads."Tessie," Mr. Summers said. There was a pause, and then Mr. Summers looked at Bill Hutchinson, and Bill unfolded his paper and showed it. It was blank."It's Tessie," Mr. Summers said, and his voice was hushed."Show us her paper. Bill."Bill Hutchinson went over to his wife and forced the slip of paper out of her hand. It had a black spot on it, the black spot Mr. Summers had made the night before with the heavy pencil in the coal company office. Bill Hutchinson held it up, andthere was a stir in the crowd."All right, folks." Mr. Summers said. "Let's finish quickly." Although the villagers had forgotten the ritual and lost the original black box, they still remembered to use stones. The pile of stones the boys had made earlier was ready; there were stones on the ground with the blowing scraps of paper that had come out of the box Delacroix selected a stone so large she had to pick it up with both hands and turned to Mrs.Dunbar. "Come on," she said. "Hurry up."Mr. Dunbar had small stones in both hands, and she said. gasping for breath. "I can't run at all. You'll have to go aheadand I'll catch up with you."The children had stones already. And someone gave littleDavy Hutchinson few pebbles.Tessie Hutchinson was in the center of a cleared space by now, and she held her hands out desperately as the villagers moved in on her. "It isn't fair," she said. A stone hit her on the side of the head. Old Man Warner was saying, "Come on, come on, everyone." Steve Adams was in the front of the crowd of villagers, with Mrs. Graves beside him."It isn't fair, it isn't right," Mrs. Hutchinson screamed, andthen they were upon her.译文如下：摸彩by SHIRLEY JACKSON雪莱·杰克森六月27日的早晨晴朗无云，有着盛夏时节新鲜的温暖；花儿开得繁茂，草儿长得绿油油。