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上海后花园,爱上海,上海419论坛 - Powered By 上海靠谱的约群  我已很久没有同穿着考究的人物坐在一起了,心里不免有几分忐忑不安,直到现在还闻得到那股甲醛味。或许谢尔盖也往这儿送货,不过谢天谢地,这儿没有人搔痒。有一股淡淡的香水味儿……非常淡。音乐会尚未开始众人脸上便显出百无聊赖的神情,这音乐会真是一种礼貌的自我折磨。指挥短短的指挥棒敲响后大家紧张地全神贯注了一阵,随即便是寂静无声—一种单调沉闷的、被管弦乐队奏出的沉着、不间断的轻微乐声反衬出的寂静。我的头脑出乎意料地清醒,好像脑壳里镶了一千面镜子。我的神经绷得紧紧的,十分激动,音符像玻璃球在一百万股水流上跳跃。以前我从不曾饿着肚子去听音乐会,没有任何声响能逃过我的耳朵,甚至最细小的别针落地的声音也听得见。好像我没有穿衣服,身上的每一个毛孔都是一只窗子,所有的窗子都敞开着,光亮穿透了我的内赃。我可以感觉到这光线就蜡缩在我肋骨的穹窿下,我的肋骨垂在一个空空如也的肚子上,响声使它颤抖,我不知道这种情形持续了多久,我早已失去时间和地点的概念。仿佛过了很久很久以后出现了一阵半自觉的状态,与之相抵的是一种平静感。我感到身体内有一个大湖泊,一个发出彩虹色光辉的湖泊,冷峻得像果冻。这个湖泊上突然形成一个个巨大螺旋,一群群腿细长、羽毛漂亮的候鸟出现了,它们一群群地从清凉的静止湖面上腾空飞起,从我的锁骨下飞过,消逝在一片白茫茫的空间里。然后,缓慢地、异常缓慢地,这些窗子关上了,我的器官也回到原来位置上,犹如一位戴白帽子的老妇在我身体内漫游。突然,剧院里的灯全亮了,我发现白色包厢里的那个男人原来竟是一个头上顶着一个花盆的女人,起初我还以为这是一位土耳其军官呢。Approaching the Place Clichy toward evening I pass the little whore with the wooden stump who stands opposite the Gaumont Palace day in and day out. She doesn't look a day over eighteen. Has her regular customers, I suppose. After midnight she stands there in her black rig rooted to the spot. Back of her is the little alleyway that blazes like an inferno. Passing her now with a light heart she reminds me somehow of a goose tied to a stake, a goose with a diseased liver, so that the world may have paté de foie gras. Must be strange taking that wooden stump to bed with you. One imagines all sorts of things - splinters, etc. However, every man to his taste!I met Serge under rather peculiar circumstances. Sniffing about for food I found myself toward noon the other day in the neighbourhood of the Folies Bergère - the back entrance, that is to say, in the narrow little lane with an iron gate at one end. I was dawdling about the stage entrance, hoping vaguely for a casual brush with one of the butterflies, when an open truck pulls up to the sidewalk. Seeing me standing there with my hands in my pockets the driver, who was Serge, asks me if I would give him a hand unloading the iron barrels. When he learns that I am an American and that I'm broke he almost weeps with joy. He has been looking high and low for an English teacher, it seems. I help him roll the barrels of insecticide inside and I look my fill at the butterflies fluttering about the wings. The incident takes on strange proportions to me - the empty house, the sawdust dolls bouncing in the wings, the barrels of germicide, the battleship "Potemkin" - above all, Serge's gentleness. He is big and tender, a man every inch of him, but with a woman's heart.宁夏回族自治区党委书记“交接班”现场

我像小鸟一样轻松地由一条街飞奔到另一条街,仿佛刚从牢房里放出来。我用全新的目光看世界,万物都引起我极大的兴趣,甚至包括鸡毛蒜皮的小事。我在布尔索尼尔街站下看一家体育用品商店的橱窗,里面有一些照片展示”史前及史后”人类的标本。全是法国佬,有些人光着身于,只戴一副夹鼻眼镜,留一缕胡子。真不明白这些姑娘怎么爱上了双杠和哑铃。一个法国佬应该有个微微腆起的大肚子,像查露斯男爵那样。他也该蓄胡须,戴夹鼻眼镜,不过不该光着身子让人拍照。他该穿双闪闪发光的漆皮靴,短便衣口袋上应该别一条白手帕,露出来四分之三英寸。如果有条件,他还应该在上衣翻领上系一条红缓带,穿过纽眼,上床睡觉时还要换睡衣。

西港区LNG接收站项目由烟台港集团与中石油旗下昆仑能源有限公司合资建设,投资约70亿元人民币,项目包括新建26.6万方LNG船接卸泊位1座,20万方LNG储罐4座及配套设施这条30米长的自行车道包含的可再生塑料相当于超过218,000个塑料杯或500,000个塑料瓶盖英力士发言人拒绝就媒体的推测向《塑料新闻》发表看法他也指出,四川、云南等大型水电基地开发进度与消纳市场衔接不足,水电外送受通道建设滞后和省内网架薄弱问题制约据了解,传统的氢燃料电池技术路线为氢-加氢站-燃料电池2019 年 1 月 18 日,总部位于德国路德维希港的巴斯夫欧洲公司(巴斯夫)以及印度阿达尼集团(Adani,阿达尼)在2019活力古吉拉特邦全球峰会前夕签署谅解备忘录,评估共同投资丙烯酸价值链业内专家认为,批复非国营贸易企业拥有原油进口资格,不仅有利于和传统的原油进口企业形成竞争,也是油气进出口改革的一部分在签约仪式上,阿达尼集团董事长Gautam Adani表示:“印度中产阶级人群迅速壮大,而印度却仍是石化产品的主要进口国,这将导致宝贵外汇的大量外流加快优化我国能源供应结构,统筹协调我国能源供给和布局,着力降低油气资源的对外依存度,多措并举保障我国能源安全”兴发集团一高管向记者介绍《电动汽车安全指南》显示,电动汽车安全性事故原因比较复杂,具体与材料选择、电芯和模块结构、系统集成、连接结构、整车匹配设计、生产管控、产品试验验证、售后服务、充电设备和工程电子、充电运维管理、回收再利用过程安全管理、火灾管控方法等多种因素有关鼓励金融机构对环保信任企业给予更大力度支持对两份文件的咨询讨论于2月22日结束煤油以及柴油出口配额数量持续攀升,均远超过汽油可以说,中国煤炭资源丰富,仅以煤制甲醇便可保证我国百年能源安全,未来甲醇还可通过生物质、农作物秸秆等制取2015年,液化空气与上汽集团签订了战略合作意向书,共同促进中国氢能基础设施建设此外,中俄还在讨论其他可能的天然气管道项目,例如“西线”的“西伯利亚力量2”中亚进口管道气短供之所以备受关注,是因为在上一个供暖季,中亚供气量也曾出现偏离计划的意外减量,对华供气量一度比合同计划减少了约4200万方/日,令当时的天然气保供承压参与“北溪-2”的德方企业13日没有回应美方警告上海后花园,爱上海,上海419论坛 - Powered By 上海靠谱的约群明确至2030年,中国石油将扩容10座储气库(群),新建23座储气库1月14日,商务部网站发布公告称浙江物产中大石油有限公司申请原油非国营贸易进口资格进入为期10天的公示期据了解,为进一步规范和开放市场,2018年浙江自贸试验区建立船用燃料油加注安全管理失信联合惩戒机制,出台《船舶燃料油加注系统计量技术规范》,填补了国内行业计量技术制度空白;中石化船供油全球总部也正式落地舟山Ascend宣布HMD不可抗力,将加剧尼龙6/6供应紧张

The meal over, the guests rush away. They rush away precipitously, as if they feared a plague. Serge and I are left with the dogs - his wife has fallen asleep on the couch. Serge moves about unconcernedly, scraping the garbage for the dogs. "Dogs like very much," he says. "Very good for dogs. Little dog he has worms … he is too young yet." He bends down to examine some white worms lying on the carpet between the dog's paws. Tries to explain about the worms in English, but his vocabulary is lacking. Finally he consults the dictionary. "Ah," he says, looking at me exultantly, "tapeworms!" My response is evidently not very intelligent. Serge is confused. He gets down on his hands and knees to examine them better. He picks one up and lays it on the table beside the fruit. "Huh, him not very beeg," he grunts. "Next lesson you learn me worms, no? You are gude teacher. I make progress with you…"  分手时我设法从他那儿骗了一个半法郎,我想再榨出五十生丁,可是办不到。不过我弄到手的已足够喝一杯咖啡,吃一块月牙形蛋卷了,圣拉扎尔车站那儿有一家供应降价食品的酒吧。

(本文作者:堂傲儿 ,见下图

10月15日复盘:科技股大跌说明了什么?主力出击3股

  在这里却是给绅士的,这样行吗?”吃完了燕麦片便上蘑菇汤和蔬菜,过后是咸肉蛋卷、水果、红葡萄酒、伏特加、咖啡和香烟。俄国饭还不错,每个人说话时嘴里都塞得满满的。饭快吃完时谢尔盖的老婆—一个很懒的亚美尼亚婆娘---屁股坐在沙发上啃起夹心糖来,她把肥胖的手指伸进盒子里去摸一块,啃下一点点看里面是否有果汁,然后就把它扔到地板上喂狗。  饭桌旁一共是我们八个,还有三条狗。狗先吃,它们吃的是燕麦片,然后我们才开始。我们也吃燕麦片—作为一种提胃口的佐餐食品。谢尔盖眨眨眼说,”在我们国家这是喂狗的。Part 6 Chapter 2。

Going down the Rue des Dames I bump into Peckover, another poor devil who works on the paper. He complains of getting only three or four hours' sleep a night - has to get up at eight in the morning to work at a dentist's office. It isn't for the money he's doing it, so he explains - it's for to buy himself a set of false teeth. "It's hard to read proof when you're dropping with sleep," he says. "The wife, she thinks I've got a cinch of it. What would we do if you lost your job? she says." But Peckover doesn't give a damn about the job; it doesn't even allow him spending money. He has to save his cigarette butts and use them for pipe tobacco. His coat is held together with pins. He has halitosis and his hands sweat. And only three hours' sleep a night. "It's no way to treat a man," he says. "And that boss of mine, he bawls the piss out of me if I miss a semicolon." Speaking of his wife he adds: "That woman of mine, she's got no fucking gratitude, I tell you!"In parting I manage to worm a franc fifty out of him. I try to squeeze another fifty centimes out of him but it's impossible. Anyway I've got enough for a coffee and croissants. Near the Gare St. Lazare there's a bar with reduced prices.

(本文作者:愚杭壹)

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Going down the Rue des Dames I bump into Peckover, another poor devil who works on the paper. He complains of getting only three or four hours' sleep a night - has to get up at eight in the morning to work at a dentist's office. It isn't for the money he's doing it, so he explains - it's for to buy himself a set of false teeth. "It's hard to read proof when you're dropping with sleep," he says. "The wife, she thinks I've got a cinch of it. What would we do if you lost your job? she says." But Peckover doesn't give a damn about the job; it doesn't even allow him spending money. He has to save his cigarette butts and use them for pipe tobacco. His coat is held together with pins. He has halitosis and his hands sweat. And only three hours' sleep a night. "It's no way to treat a man," he says. "And that boss of mine, he bawls the piss out of me if I miss a semicolon." Speaking of his wife he adds: "That woman of mine, she's got no fucking gratitude, I tell you!"  我试图叫自己平静下来。不管怎么说,这毕竟是我找到的一个家,每天有一顿现成饭吃,而且谢尔盖无疑是个热心人。可是我无法入睡,这简直如同在陈尸所里睡觉一样。床垫已被散发出香气的液体浸透,已成了虱子,臭虫、蟑螂和绦虫的陈尸所。我忍受不了。我不愿忍受!毕竟我还是一个人,不是一个虱子。Going down the Rue des Dames I bump into Peckover, another poor devil who works on the paper. He complains of getting only three or four hours' sleep a night - has to get up at eight in the morning to work at a dentist's office. It isn't for the money he's doing it, so he explains - it's for to buy himself a set of false teeth. "It's hard to read proof when you're dropping with sleep," he says. "The wife, she thinks I've got a cinch of it. What would we do if you lost your job? she says." But Peckover doesn't give a damn about the job; it doesn't even allow him spending money. He has to save his cigarette butts and use them for pipe tobacco. His coat is held together with pins. He has halitosis and his hands sweat. And only three hours' sleep a night. "It's no way to treat a man," he says. "And that boss of mine, he bawls the piss out of me if I miss a semicolon." Speaking of his wife he adds: "That woman of mine, she's got no fucking gratitude, I tell you!"。

  饭桌旁一共是我们八个,还有三条狗。狗先吃,它们吃的是燕麦片,然后我们才开始。我们也吃燕麦片—作为一种提胃口的佐餐食品。谢尔盖眨眨眼说,”在我们国家这是喂狗的。It's so long since I've sat in the company of well dressed people that I feel a bit panic-stricken. I can still smell the formaldehyde. Perhaps Serge makes deliveries here too. But nobody is scratching himself, thank God. A faint odor of perfume … very faint. Even before the music begins there is that bored look on people's faces. A polite form of self-imposed torture, the concert. For a moment, when the conductor raps with his little wand, there is a tense spasm of concentration followed almost immediately by a general slump, a quiet vegetable sort of repose induced by the steady, uninterrupted drizzle from the orchestra. My mind is curiously alert; it's as though my skull had a thousand mirrors inside it. My nerves are taut, vibrant! the notes are like glass balls dancing on a million jets of water. I've never been to a concert before on such an empty belly. Nothing escapes me, not even the tiniest pin falling. It's as though I had no clothes on and every pore of my body was a window and all the windows open and the light flooding my gizzards. I can feel the light curving under the vault of my ribs and my ribs hang there over a hollow nave trembling with reverberations. How long this lasts I have no idea; I have lost all sense of time and place. After what seems like an eternity there follows an interval of semiconsciousness balanced by such a calm that I feel a great lake inside me, a lake of iridescent sheen, cool as jelly; and over this lake, rising in great swooping spirals, there emerge flocks of birds of passage with long slim legs and brilliant plumage. Flock after flock surge up from the cool, still surface of the lake and, passing under my clavicles, lose themselves in the white sea of space. And then slowly, very slowly, as if an old woman in a white cap were going the rounds of my body, slowly the windows are closed and my organs drop back into place. Suddenly the lights flare up and the man in the white box whom I had taken for a Turkish officer turns out to be a woman with a flowerpot on her head.

(本文作者:孛硕) 武磊In the café nearby - Café des Artistes - he proposes immediately to put me up; says he will put a mattress on the floor in the hallway. For the lessons he says he will give me a meal every day, a big Russian meal, or if for any reason the meal is lacking then five francs. It sounds wonderful to me - wonderful. The only question is, how will I get from Suresnes to the American Express every day?  到了早晨我等着谢尔盖装车,我叫他把我带到巴黎去,却不忍心告诉他我就要走了。我把背包留下了,还有他给我的几件东西。我们到佩里埃广场时我跳下来了,在这儿溜掉并没有什么特殊原因。我是自由的—这才是最要紧的……,见下图

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It's so long since I've sat in the company of well dressed people that I feel a bit panic-stricken. I can still smell the formaldehyde. Perhaps Serge makes deliveries here too. But nobody is scratching himself, thank God. A faint odor of perfume … very faint. Even before the music begins there is that bored look on people's faces. A polite form of self-imposed torture, the concert. For a moment, when the conductor raps with his little wand, there is a tense spasm of concentration followed almost immediately by a general slump, a quiet vegetable sort of repose induced by the steady, uninterrupted drizzle from the orchestra. My mind is curiously alert; it's as though my skull had a thousand mirrors inside it. My nerves are taut, vibrant! the notes are like glass balls dancing on a million jets of water. I've never been to a concert before on such an empty belly. Nothing escapes me, not even the tiniest pin falling. It's as though I had no clothes on and every pore of my body was a window and all the windows open and the light flooding my gizzards. I can feel the light curving under the vault of my ribs and my ribs hang there over a hollow nave trembling with reverberations. How long this lasts I have no idea; I have lost all sense of time and place. After what seems like an eternity there follows an interval of semiconsciousness balanced by such a calm that I feel a great lake inside me, a lake of iridescent sheen, cool as jelly; and over this lake, rising in great swooping spirals, there emerge flocks of birds of passage with long slim legs and brilliant plumage. Flock after flock surge up from the cool, still surface of the lake and, passing under my clavicles, lose themselves in the white sea of space. And then slowly, very slowly, as if an old woman in a white cap were going the rounds of my body, slowly the windows are closed and my organs drop back into place. Suddenly the lights flare up and the man in the white box whom I had taken for a Turkish officer turns out to be a woman with a flowerpot on her head.我像小鸟一样轻松地由一条街飞奔到另一条街,仿佛刚从牢房里放出来。我用全新的目光看世界,万物都引起我极大的兴趣,甚至包括鸡毛蒜皮的小事。我在布尔索尼尔街站下看一家体育用品商店的橱窗,里面有一些照片展示”史前及史后”人类的标本。全是法国佬,有些人光着身于,只戴一副夹鼻眼镜,留一缕胡子。真不明白这些姑娘怎么爱上了双杠和哑铃。一个法国佬应该有个微微腆起的大肚子,像查露斯男爵那样。他也该蓄胡须,戴夹鼻眼镜,不过不该光着身子让人拍照。他该穿双闪闪发光的漆皮靴,短便衣口袋上应该别一条白手帕,露出来四分之三英寸。如果有条件,他还应该在上衣翻领上系一条红缓带,穿过纽眼,上床睡觉时还要换睡衣。。

  在附近的咖啡馆里—“艺术家咖啡馆”—他马上提议为我安排住宿,说他要在走廊地板上铺一张床垫。作为上课的酬劳,他说叫我每天免费吃一顿饭,一顿丰盛的俄国饭,如果由于什么原因没有吃上这顿饭他就给我五法郎。我觉得这主意很妙—妙极了。唯一的一个问题是,我每天如何从叙雷油赶到美国捷运公司去。

(本文作者:喜奕萌) 今日《自然》揭示长寿关键,延缓衰老在于“休息”?

  在附近的咖啡馆里—“艺术家咖啡馆”—他马上提议为我安排住宿,说他要在走廊地板上铺一张床垫。作为上课的酬劳,他说叫我每天免费吃一顿饭,一顿丰盛的俄国饭,如果由于什么原因没有吃上这顿饭他就给我五法郎。我觉得这主意很妙—妙极了。唯一的一个问题是,我每天如何从叙雷油赶到美国捷运公司去。。

As luck would have it I find a ticket in the lavabo for a concert. Light as a feather now I go there to the Salle Gaveau. The usher looks ravaged because I overlook giving him his little tip. Every time he passes me he looks at me inquiringly, as if perhaps I will suddenly remember.

(本文作者:焉秀颖) I try to quiet myself. After all, this is a home I've found, and there's a meal waiting for me every day. And Serge is a brick, there's no doubt about that. But I can't sleep. It's like going to sleep in a morgue. The mattress is saturated with embalming fluid. It's a morgue for lice, bedbugs, cockroaches, tapeworms. I can't stand it. I won't stand it! After all I'm a man, not a louse.It's so long since I've sat in the company of well dressed people that I feel a bit panic-stricken. I can still smell the formaldehyde. Perhaps Serge makes deliveries here too. But nobody is scratching himself, thank God. A faint odor of perfume … very faint. Even before the music begins there is that bored look on people's faces. A polite form of self-imposed torture, the concert. For a moment, when the conductor raps with his little wand, there is a tense spasm of concentration followed almost immediately by a general slump, a quiet vegetable sort of repose induced by the steady, uninterrupted drizzle from the orchestra. My mind is curiously alert; it's as though my skull had a thousand mirrors inside it. My nerves are taut, vibrant! the notes are like glass balls dancing on a million jets of water. I've never been to a concert before on such an empty belly. Nothing escapes me, not even the tiniest pin falling. It's as though I had no clothes on and every pore of my body was a window and all the windows open and the light flooding my gizzards. I can feel the light curving under the vault of my ribs and my ribs hang there over a hollow nave trembling with reverberations. How long this lasts I have no idea; I have lost all sense of time and place. After what seems like an eternity there follows an interval of semiconsciousness balanced by such a calm that I feel a great lake inside me, a lake of iridescent sheen, cool as jelly; and over this lake, rising in great swooping spirals, there emerge flocks of birds of passage with long slim legs and brilliant plumage. Flock after flock surge up from the cool, still surface of the lake and, passing under my clavicles, lose themselves in the white sea of space. And then slowly, very slowly, as if an old woman in a white cap were going the rounds of my body, slowly the windows are closed and my organs drop back into place. Suddenly the lights flare up and the man in the white box whom I had taken for a Turkish officer turns out to be a woman with a flowerpot on her head.  谢尔盖坚持马上就开始,他给我车费,叫我晚上到叙雷讷来。我带着背包在吃晚饭前赶到了,目的是给谢尔盖上一课。已经有些客人到场了,看来他们一贯是一起吃的,大伙儿凑钱。三季度债券基金份额激增3000亿份 定制类产品再井喷

  饭一吃完客人们便匆匆忙忙走了,他们仓皇逃走,仿佛怕瘟疫降临。最后只剩下谢尔盖、我和狗—他妻子已经在长沙发上睡着了。他满不在乎地走来走去,替狗收集残汤剩饭。他用英语说,”狗喜欢吃这些东西,喂狗好得很。那条小狗它有虫子……它还大校”他弯腰仔细察看在狗两只爪子之间的地毯上爬着的一些白虫子,他试图用英语解释这些虫子,但是他的词汇不够用。最后他查了查词典,欣喜地抬头望着我道,”哈,是绦虫!”我的反应显然不那么明显,谢尔盖有些迷惑不解,于是便跪在地上,双手撑着地更仔细地察看它们,还捉起一条放在桌上的水果旁。”畸,它不太大,”他用英语嘟哝道。”下一课你教我各种虫子,行吗?你是个好老师,我跟你学了不少……””大”、” 教”、”好”都发错了音。  一阵骚动,所有想咳嗽的人都尽情咳开了,传来脚在地板上蹭踏发出的声响、In the morning I wait for Serge to load the truck. I ask him to take me in to Paris. I haven't the heart to tell him I'm leaving. I leave the knapsack behind, with the few things that were left me. When we get to the Place Péreire I jump out. No particular reason for getting off here. No particular reason for anything. I'm free - that's the main thing…。

(本文作者:归水香) ,如下图

  傍晚我走近克利希广场时从那个装着一条假腿的小婊子面前经过,她日复一日地站在戈蒙宫对面。看起来她还不到十八岁,可我想她已有固定的客人了。午夜过后她用黑假腿一动不动地站在那儿,身后是一条小胡同,里面像一座地狱一样灯火通明。如今我心情轻松地从她身边经过,不知怎么搞的她使我联想起一只拴在桩上的鹅,一只肝上患了病的鹅,这样世人才得以享用它的鹅肝馅饼。带着那条木腿去睡觉一定很古怪,人们会联想到各种各样的事儿—木刺啦等等。行啦,各人对自己的口味就行!  在这里却是给绅士的,这样行吗?”吃完了燕麦片便上蘑菇汤和蔬菜,过后是咸肉蛋卷、水果、红葡萄酒、伏特加、咖啡和香烟。俄国饭还不错,每个人说话时嘴里都塞得满满的。饭快吃完时谢尔盖的老婆—一个很懒的亚美尼亚婆娘---屁股坐在沙发上啃起夹心糖来,她把肥胖的手指伸进盒子里去摸一块,啃下一点点看里面是否有果汁,然后就把它扔到地板上喂狗。  分手时我设法从他那儿骗了一个半法郎,我想再榨出五十生丁,可是办不到。不过我弄到手的已足够喝一杯咖啡,吃一块月牙形蛋卷了,圣拉扎尔车站那儿有一家供应降价食品的酒吧。我像小鸟一样轻松地由一条街飞奔到另一条街,仿佛刚从牢房里放出来。我用全新的目光看世界,万物都引起我极大的兴趣,甚至包括鸡毛蒜皮的小事。我在布尔索尼尔街站下看一家体育用品商店的橱窗,里面有一些照片展示”史前及史后”人类的标本。全是法国佬,有些人光着身于,只戴一副夹鼻眼镜,留一缕胡子。真不明白这些姑娘怎么爱上了双杠和哑铃。一个法国佬应该有个微微腆起的大肚子,像查露斯男爵那样。他也该蓄胡须,戴夹鼻眼镜,不过不该光着身子让人拍照。他该穿双闪闪发光的漆皮靴,短便衣口袋上应该别一条白手帕,露出来四分之三英寸。如果有条件,他还应该在上衣翻领上系一条红缓带,穿过纽眼,上床睡觉时还要换睡衣。In the café nearby - Café des Artistes - he proposes immediately to put me up; says he will put a mattress on the floor in the hallway. For the lessons he says he will give me a meal every day, a big Russian meal, or if for any reason the meal is lacking then five francs. It sounds wonderful to me - wonderful. The only question is, how will I get from Suresnes to the American Express every day?

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  饭桌旁一共是我们八个,还有三条狗。狗先吃,它们吃的是燕麦片,然后我们才开始。我们也吃燕麦片—作为一种提胃口的佐餐食品。谢尔盖眨眨眼说,”在我们国家这是喂狗的。。

  在附近的咖啡馆里—“艺术家咖啡馆”—他马上提议为我安排住宿,说他要在走廊地板上铺一张床垫。作为上课的酬劳,他说叫我每天免费吃一顿饭,一顿丰盛的俄国饭,如果由于什么原因没有吃上这顿饭他就给我五法郎。我觉得这主意很妙—妙极了。唯一的一个问题是,我每天如何从叙雷油赶到美国捷运公司去。Approaching the Place Clichy toward evening I pass the little whore with the wooden stump who stands opposite the Gaumont Palace day in and day out. She doesn't look a day over eighteen. Has her regular customers, I suppose. After midnight she stands there in her black rig rooted to the spot. Back of her is the little alleyway that blazes like an inferno. Passing her now with a light heart she reminds me somehow of a goose tied to a stake, a goose with a diseased liver, so that the world may have paté de foie gras. Must be strange taking that wooden stump to bed with you. One imagines all sorts of things - splinters, etc. However, every man to his taste!

(本文作者:佼嵋缨)

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In the café nearby - Café des Artistes - he proposes immediately to put me up; says he will put a mattress on the floor in the hallway. For the lessons he says he will give me a meal every day, a big Russian meal, or if for any reason the meal is lacking then five francs. It sounds wonderful to me - wonderful. The only question is, how will I get from Suresnes to the American Express every day?  碰巧,我在盥洗室里找到一张音乐会票,于是便像一只轻松愉快的鸟一样奔戈韦音乐厅去了。引座员脸色难看极了,因为我竟没有给他一点小费。每次从我身边经过时他都要征询似的看看我,希望我会突然想起这件事来。。

Part 6 Chapter 2Approaching the Place Clichy toward evening I pass the little whore with the wooden stump who stands opposite the Gaumont Palace day in and day out. She doesn't look a day over eighteen. Has her regular customers, I suppose. After midnight she stands there in her black rig rooted to the spot. Back of her is the little alleyway that blazes like an inferno. Passing her now with a light heart she reminds me somehow of a goose tied to a stake, a goose with a diseased liver, so that the world may have paté de foie gras. Must be strange taking that wooden stump to bed with you. One imagines all sorts of things - splinters, etc. However, every man to his taste!

(本文作者:虞文斌) ,如下图

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The meal over, the guests rush away. They rush away precipitously, as if they feared a plague. Serge and I are left with the dogs - his wife has fallen asleep on the couch. Serge moves about unconcernedly, scraping the garbage for the dogs. "Dogs like very much," he says. "Very good for dogs. Little dog he has worms … he is too young yet." He bends down to examine some white worms lying on the carpet between the dog's paws. Tries to explain about the worms in English, but his vocabulary is lacking. Finally he consults the dictionary. "Ah," he says, looking at me exultantly, "tapeworms!" My response is evidently not very intelligent. Serge is confused. He gets down on his hands and knees to examine them better. He picks one up and lays it on the table beside the fruit. "Huh, him not very beeg," he grunts. "Next lesson you learn me worms, no? You are gude teacher. I make progress with you…"  一阵骚动,所有想咳嗽的人都尽情咳开了,传来脚在地板上蹭踏发出的声响、。

In the café nearby - Café des Artistes - he proposes immediately to put me up; says he will put a mattress on the floor in the hallway. For the lessons he says he will give me a meal every day, a big Russian meal, or if for any reason the meal is lacking then five francs. It sounds wonderful to me - wonderful. The only question is, how will I get from Suresnes to the American Express every day?  躺在走廊里的床垫上,杀菌剂的气味叫我喘不过气来,这种刺鼻的辣味儿似乎钻进了我身上的每一个毛孔。刚才吃过的东西又在口中散发出气味—廉价燕麦片、蘑菇、咸肉和煎苹果。我又看到躺在水果旁的那条小小的绦虫和谢尔盖向我解释狗出了什么毛病时摆在桌布上的各式各样的虫子。我看到”疯狂的牧羊女”歌舞场的空乐他,每一条裂缝里都藏着蟑螂、虱子和臭虫。我看到人们疯了似的搔自己身上,搔呀搔,直到搔出血来。我看到这些虫子像一支红色蚂蚁大军一样在布景上到处爬,吞下它们看见的一切。我看到合唱队的姑娘抛开薄纱外衣,光着身子跑过走道。我还看到正厅里的观众也脱掉衣服互相搔痒,活像一群猴子。

(本文作者:檀铭晨) 我像小鸟一样轻松地由一条街飞奔到另一条街,仿佛刚从牢房里放出来。我用全新的目光看世界,万物都引起我极大的兴趣,甚至包括鸡毛蒜皮的小事。我在布尔索尼尔街站下看一家体育用品商店的橱窗,里面有一些照片展示”史前及史后”人类的标本。全是法国佬,有些人光着身于,只戴一副夹鼻眼镜,留一缕胡子。真不明白这些姑娘怎么爱上了双杠和哑铃。一个法国佬应该有个微微腆起的大肚子,像查露斯男爵那样。他也该蓄胡须,戴夹鼻眼镜,不过不该光着身子让人拍照。他该穿双闪闪发光的漆皮靴,短便衣口袋上应该别一条白手帕,露出来四分之三英寸。如果有条件,他还应该在上衣翻领上系一条红缓带,穿过纽眼,上床睡觉时还要换睡衣。  在这里却是给绅士的,这样行吗?”吃完了燕麦片便上蘑菇汤和蔬菜,过后是咸肉蛋卷、水果、红葡萄酒、伏特加、咖啡和香烟。俄国饭还不错,每个人说话时嘴里都塞得满满的。饭快吃完时谢尔盖的老婆—一个很懒的亚美尼亚婆娘---屁股坐在沙发上啃起夹心糖来,她把肥胖的手指伸进盒子里去摸一块,啃下一点点看里面是否有果汁,然后就把它扔到地板上喂狗。,见图

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  在这里却是给绅士的,这样行吗?”吃完了燕麦片便上蘑菇汤和蔬菜,过后是咸肉蛋卷、水果、红葡萄酒、伏特加、咖啡和香烟。俄国饭还不错,每个人说话时嘴里都塞得满满的。饭快吃完时谢尔盖的老婆—一个很懒的亚美尼亚婆娘---屁股坐在沙发上啃起夹心糖来,她把肥胖的手指伸进盒子里去摸一块,啃下一点点看里面是否有果汁,然后就把它扔到地板上喂狗。I try to quiet myself. After all, this is a home I've found, and there's a meal waiting for me every day. And Serge is a brick, there's no doubt about that. But I can't sleep. It's like going to sleep in a morgue. The mattress is saturated with embalming fluid. It's a morgue for lice, bedbugs, cockroaches, tapeworms. I can't stand it. I won't stand it! After all I'm a man, not a louse.。

  碰巧,我在盥洗室里找到一张音乐会票,于是便像一只轻松愉快的鸟一样奔戈韦音乐厅去了。引座员脸色难看极了,因为我竟没有给他一点小费。每次从我身边经过时他都要征询似的看看我,希望我会突然想起这件事来。

(本文作者:怀孟辉) In the morning I wait for Serge to load the truck. I ask him to take me in to Paris. I haven't the heart to tell him I'm leaving. I leave the knapsack behind, with the few things that were left me. When we get to the Place Péreire I jump out. No particular reason for getting off here. No particular reason for anything. I'm free - that's the main thing…  碰巧,我在盥洗室里找到一张音乐会票,于是便像一只轻松愉快的鸟一样奔戈韦音乐厅去了。引座员脸色难看极了,因为我竟没有给他一点小费。每次从我身边经过时他都要征询似的看看我,希望我会突然想起这件事来。  躺在走廊里的床垫上,杀菌剂的气味叫我喘不过气来,这种刺鼻的辣味儿似乎钻进了我身上的每一个毛孔。刚才吃过的东西又在口中散发出气味—廉价燕麦片、蘑菇、咸肉和煎苹果。我又看到躺在水果旁的那条小小的绦虫和谢尔盖向我解释狗出了什么毛病时摆在桌布上的各式各样的虫子。我看到”疯狂的牧羊女”歌舞场的空乐他,每一条裂缝里都藏着蟑螂、虱子和臭虫。我看到人们疯了似的搔自己身上,搔呀搔,直到搔出血来。我看到这些虫子像一支红色蚂蚁大军一样在布景上到处爬,吞下它们看见的一切。我看到合唱队的姑娘抛开薄纱外衣,光着身子跑过走道。我还看到正厅里的观众也脱掉衣服互相搔痒,活像一群猴子。

Serge insists that we begin at once - he gives me the carfare to get out to Suresnes in the evening. I arrive a little before dinner, with my knapsack, in order to give Serge a lesson. There are some guests on hand already - seems as though they always eat in a crowd, everybody chipping in.?铁桶。听说我是美国人而且生活无着,他差一点高兴得哭起来,看来他一直在到处寻找一个英语教师。我帮他把装杀虫剂的桶子滚进去,我尽情看着在舞台两侧到处奔跑的女演员。这件事在我心中留下怪诞的印象—空旷的房子、女演员像填装着锯未的洋娃娃似的在舞台两厢横冲直撞、一桶桶杀菌剂、战舰”波将金号”—而最难忘的是谢尔盖的温文尔雅。他是一个大块头,十分温柔,是一个十分地道的男子汉,却又生了一副女人的柔肠。

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In parting I manage to worm a franc fifty out of him. I try to squeeze another fifty centimes out of him but it's impossible. Anyway I've got enough for a coffee and croissants. Near the Gare St. Lazare there's a bar with reduced prices.  我试图叫自己平静下来。不管怎么说,这毕竟是我找到的一个家,每天有一顿现成饭吃,而且谢尔盖无疑是个热心人。可是我无法入睡,这简直如同在陈尸所里睡觉一样。床垫已被散发出香气的液体浸透,已成了虱子,臭虫、蟑螂和绦虫的陈尸所。我忍受不了。我不愿忍受!毕竟我还是一个人,不是一个虱子。。

In the café nearby - Café des Artistes - he proposes immediately to put me up; says he will put a mattress on the floor in the hallway. For the lessons he says he will give me a meal every day, a big Russian meal, or if for any reason the meal is lacking then five francs. It sounds wonderful to me - wonderful. The only question is, how will I get from Suresnes to the American Express every day?  傍晚我走近克利希广场时从那个装着一条假腿的小婊子面前经过,她日复一日地站在戈蒙宫对面。看起来她还不到十八岁,可我想她已有固定的客人了。午夜过后她用黑假腿一动不动地站在那儿,身后是一条小胡同,里面像一座地狱一样灯火通明。如今我心情轻松地从她身边经过,不知怎么搞的她使我联想起一只拴在桩上的鹅,一只肝上患了病的鹅,这样世人才得以享用它的鹅肝馅饼。带着那条木腿去睡觉一定很古怪,人们会联想到各种各样的事儿—木刺啦等等。行啦,各人对自己的口味就行!

(本文作者:藏钞海) I try to quiet myself. After all, this is a home I've found, and there's a meal waiting for me every day. And Serge is a brick, there's no doubt about that. But I can't sleep. It's like going to sleep in a morgue. The mattress is saturated with embalming fluid. It's a morgue for lice, bedbugs, cockroaches, tapeworms. I can't stand it. I won't stand it! After all I'm a man, not a louse.?铁桶。听说我是美国人而且生活无着,他差一点高兴得哭起来,看来他一直在到处寻找一个英语教师。我帮他把装杀虫剂的桶子滚进去,我尽情看着在舞台两侧到处奔跑的女演员。这件事在我心中留下怪诞的印象—空旷的房子、女演员像填装着锯未的洋娃娃似的在舞台两厢横冲直撞、一桶桶杀菌剂、战舰”波将金号”—而最难忘的是谢尔盖的温文尔雅。他是一个大块头,十分温柔,是一个十分地道的男子汉,却又生了一副女人的柔肠。Approaching the Place Clichy toward evening I pass the little whore with the wooden stump who stands opposite the Gaumont Palace day in and day out. She doesn't look a day over eighteen. Has her regular customers, I suppose. After midnight she stands there in her black rig rooted to the spot. Back of her is the little alleyway that blazes like an inferno. Passing her now with a light heart she reminds me somehow of a goose tied to a stake, a goose with a diseased liver, so that the world may have paté de foie gras. Must be strange taking that wooden stump to bed with you. One imagines all sorts of things - splinters, etc. However, every man to his taste!  饭桌旁一共是我们八个,还有三条狗。狗先吃,它们吃的是燕麦片,然后我们才开始。我们也吃燕麦片—作为一种提胃口的佐餐食品。谢尔盖眨眨眼说,”在我们国家这是喂狗的。  我已很久没有同穿着考究的人物坐在一起了,心里不免有几分忐忑不安,直到现在还闻得到那股甲醛味。或许谢尔盖也往这儿送货,不过谢天谢地,这儿没有人搔痒。有一股淡淡的香水味儿……非常淡。音乐会尚未开始众人脸上便显出百无聊赖的神情,这音乐会真是一种礼貌的自我折磨。指挥短短的指挥棒敲响后大家紧张地全神贯注了一阵,随即便是寂静无声—一种单调沉闷的、被管弦乐队奏出的沉着、不间断的轻微乐声反衬出的寂静。我的头脑出乎意料地清醒,好像脑壳里镶了一千面镜子。我的神经绷得紧紧的,十分激动,音符像玻璃球在一百万股水流上跳跃。以前我从不曾饿着肚子去听音乐会,没有任何声响能逃过我的耳朵,甚至最细小的别针落地的声音也听得见。好像我没有穿衣服,身上的每一个毛孔都是一只窗子,所有的窗子都敞开着,光亮穿透了我的内赃。我可以感觉到这光线就蜡缩在我肋骨的穹窿下,我的肋骨垂在一个空空如也的肚子上,响声使它颤抖,我不知道这种情形持续了多久,我早已失去时间和地点的概念。仿佛过了很久很久以后出现了一阵半自觉的状态,与之相抵的是一种平静感。我感到身体内有一个大湖泊,一个发出彩虹色光辉的湖泊,冷峻得像果冻。这个湖泊上突然形成一个个巨大螺旋,一群群腿细长、羽毛漂亮的候鸟出现了,它们一群群地从清凉的静止湖面上腾空飞起,从我的锁骨下飞过,消逝在一片白茫茫的空间里。然后,缓慢地、异常缓慢地,这些窗子关上了,我的器官也回到原来位置上,犹如一位戴白帽子的老妇在我身体内漫游。突然,剧院里的灯全亮了,我发现白色包厢里的那个男人原来竟是一个头上顶着一个花盆的女人,起初我还以为这是一位土耳其军官呢。国泰君安:茅台全年业绩弹性仍在 上调目标价至1430元

  到了早晨我等着谢尔盖装车,我叫他把我带到巴黎去,却不忍心告诉他我就要走了。我把背包留下了,还有他给我的几件东西。我们到佩里埃广场时我跳下来了,在这儿溜掉并没有什么特殊原因。我是自由的—这才是最要紧的……。

Part 6 Chapter 2  饭桌旁一共是我们八个,还有三条狗。狗先吃,它们吃的是燕麦片,然后我们才开始。我们也吃燕麦片—作为一种提胃口的佐餐食品。谢尔盖眨眨眼说,”在我们国家这是喂狗的。

(本文作者:吴乐圣) In parting I manage to worm a franc fifty out of him. I try to squeeze another fifty centimes out of him but it's impossible. Anyway I've got enough for a coffee and croissants. Near the Gare St. Lazare there's a bar with reduced prices.There are eight of us at the table - and three dogs. The dogs eat first. They eat oatmeal. Then we commence. We eat oatmeal too - as an hors d'?uvre. "Chez nous," says Serge, with a twinkle in his eye, "C'est pour les chiens, les Quaker Oats. Ici pour le gentleman. ?a va." After the oatmeal, mushroom soup and vegetables; after that bacon omelet, fruit, red wine, vodka, coffee, cigarettes. Not bad, the Russian meal. Everyone talks with his mouth full. Toward the end of the mea Serge's wife, who is a lazy slut of an Armenian, flops on the couch and begins to nibble bonbons. She fishes around in the box with her fat fingers, nibbles a tiny piece to see if there is any juice inside, and then throws it on the floor for the dogs.Going down the Rue des Dames I bump into Peckover, another poor devil who works on the paper. He complains of getting only three or four hours' sleep a night - has to get up at eight in the morning to work at a dentist's office. It isn't for the money he's doing it, so he explains - it's for to buy himself a set of false teeth. "It's hard to read proof when you're dropping with sleep," he says. "The wife, she thinks I've got a cinch of it. What would we do if you lost your job? she says." But Peckover doesn't give a damn about the job; it doesn't even allow him spending money. He has to save his cigarette butts and use them for pipe tobacco. His coat is held together with pins. He has halitosis and his hands sweat. And only three hours' sleep a night. "It's no way to treat a man," he says. "And that boss of mine, he bawls the piss out of me if I miss a semicolon." Speaking of his wife he adds: "That woman of mine, she's got no fucking gratitude, I tell you!"In the café nearby - Café des Artistes - he proposes immediately to put me up; says he will put a mattress on the floor in the hallway. For the lessons he says he will give me a meal every day, a big Russian meal, or if for any reason the meal is lacking then five francs. It sounds wonderful to me - wonderful. The only question is, how will I get from Suresnes to the American Express every day?

涨停板复盘:两市股指表现弱势 三千余只个股染绿

Serge insists that we begin at once - he gives me the carfare to get out to Suresnes in the evening. I arrive a little before dinner, with my knapsack, in order to give Serge a lesson. There are some guests on hand already - seems as though they always eat in a crowd, everybody chipping in.Approaching the Place Clichy toward evening I pass the little whore with the wooden stump who stands opposite the Gaumont Palace day in and day out. She doesn't look a day over eighteen. Has her regular customers, I suppose. After midnight she stands there in her black rig rooted to the spot. Back of her is the little alleyway that blazes like an inferno. Passing her now with a light heart she reminds me somehow of a goose tied to a stake, a goose with a diseased liver, so that the world may have paté de foie gras. Must be strange taking that wooden stump to bed with you. One imagines all sorts of things - splinters, etc. However, every man to his taste!  我已很久没有同穿着考究的人物坐在一起了,心里不免有几分忐忑不安,直到现在还闻得到那股甲醛味。或许谢尔盖也往这儿送货,不过谢天谢地,这儿没有人搔痒。有一股淡淡的香水味儿……非常淡。音乐会尚未开始众人脸上便显出百无聊赖的神情,这音乐会真是一种礼貌的自我折磨。指挥短短的指挥棒敲响后大家紧张地全神贯注了一阵,随即便是寂静无声—一种单调沉闷的、被管弦乐队奏出的沉着、不间断的轻微乐声反衬出的寂静。我的头脑出乎意料地清醒,好像脑壳里镶了一千面镜子。我的神经绷得紧紧的,十分激动,音符像玻璃球在一百万股水流上跳跃。以前我从不曾饿着肚子去听音乐会,没有任何声响能逃过我的耳朵,甚至最细小的别针落地的声音也听得见。好像我没有穿衣服,身上的每一个毛孔都是一只窗子,所有的窗子都敞开着,光亮穿透了我的内赃。我可以感觉到这光线就蜡缩在我肋骨的穹窿下,我的肋骨垂在一个空空如也的肚子上,响声使它颤抖,我不知道这种情形持续了多久,我早已失去时间和地点的概念。仿佛过了很久很久以后出现了一阵半自觉的状态,与之相抵的是一种平静感。我感到身体内有一个大湖泊,一个发出彩虹色光辉的湖泊,冷峻得像果冻。这个湖泊上突然形成一个个巨大螺旋,一群群腿细长、羽毛漂亮的候鸟出现了,它们一群群地从清凉的静止湖面上腾空飞起,从我的锁骨下飞过,消逝在一片白茫茫的空间里。然后,缓慢地、异常缓慢地,这些窗子关上了,我的器官也回到原来位置上,犹如一位戴白帽子的老妇在我身体内漫游。突然,剧院里的灯全亮了,我发现白色包厢里的那个男人原来竟是一个头上顶着一个花盆的女人,起初我还以为这是一位土耳其军官呢。。

  分手时我设法从他那儿骗了一个半法郎,我想再榨出五十生丁,可是办不到。不过我弄到手的已足够喝一杯咖啡,吃一块月牙形蛋卷了,圣拉扎尔车站那儿有一家供应降价食品的酒吧。In parting I manage to worm a franc fifty out of him. I try to squeeze another fifty centimes out of him but it's impossible. Anyway I've got enough for a coffee and croissants. Near the Gare St. Lazare there's a bar with reduced prices.

(本文作者:伊秀隽)

内蒙古乌兰察布市政协原副巡视员霍建被开除党籍

Lying on the mattress in the hallway the odor of the germicide stifles me. A pungent, acrid odor that seems to invade every pore of my body. The food begins to repeat on me - the Quaker Oats, the mushrooms, the bacon, the fried apples. I see the little tapeworm lying beside the fruit and all the varieties of worms that Serge drew on the tablecloth to explain what was the matter with the dog. I see the empty pit of the Folies Bergère and in every crevice there are cockroaches and lice and bedbugs; I see people scratching themselves frantically, scratching and scratching until the blood comes. I see the worms crawling over the scenery like an army of red ants, devouring everything in sight. I see the chorus girls throwing away their gauze tunics and running through the aisles naked; I see the spectators in the pit throwing off their clothes also and scratching each other like monkeys.As luck would have it I find a ticket in the lavabo for a concert. Light as a feather now I go there to the Salle Gaveau. The usher looks ravaged because I overlook giving him his little tip. Every time he passes me he looks at me inquiringly, as if perhaps I will suddenly remember.。

Going down the Rue des Dames I bump into Peckover, another poor devil who works on the paper. He complains of getting only three or four hours' sleep a night - has to get up at eight in the morning to work at a dentist's office. It isn't for the money he's doing it, so he explains - it's for to buy himself a set of false teeth. "It's hard to read proof when you're dropping with sleep," he says. "The wife, she thinks I've got a cinch of it. What would we do if you lost your job? she says." But Peckover doesn't give a damn about the job; it doesn't even allow him spending money. He has to save his cigarette butts and use them for pipe tobacco. His coat is held together with pins. He has halitosis and his hands sweat. And only three hours' sleep a night. "It's no way to treat a man," he says. "And that boss of mine, he bawls the piss out of me if I miss a semicolon." Speaking of his wife he adds: "That woman of mine, she's got no fucking gratitude, I tell you!"  饭桌旁一共是我们八个,还有三条狗。狗先吃,它们吃的是燕麦片,然后我们才开始。我们也吃燕麦片—作为一种提胃口的佐餐食品。谢尔盖眨眨眼说,”在我们国家这是喂狗的。

(本文作者:姬金海)

  到了早晨我等着谢尔盖装车,我叫他把我带到巴黎去,却不忍心告诉他我就要走了。我把背包留下了,还有他给我的几件东西。我们到佩里埃广场时我跳下来了,在这儿溜掉并没有什么特殊原因。我是自由的—这才是最要紧的……Going down the Rue des Dames I bump into Peckover, another poor devil who works on the paper. He complains of getting only three or four hours' sleep a night - has to get up at eight in the morning to work at a dentist's office. It isn't for the money he's doing it, so he explains - it's for to buy himself a set of false teeth. "It's hard to read proof when you're dropping with sleep," he says. "The wife, she thinks I've got a cinch of it. What would we do if you lost your job? she says." But Peckover doesn't give a damn about the job; it doesn't even allow him spending money. He has to save his cigarette butts and use them for pipe tobacco. His coat is held together with pins. He has halitosis and his hands sweat. And only three hours' sleep a night. "It's no way to treat a man," he says. "And that boss of mine, he bawls the piss out of me if I miss a semicolon." Speaking of his wife he adds: "That woman of mine, she's got no fucking gratitude, I tell you!"  我试图叫自己平静下来。不管怎么说,这毕竟是我找到的一个家,每天有一顿现成饭吃,而且谢尔盖无疑是个热心人。可是我无法入睡,这简直如同在陈尸所里睡觉一样。床垫已被散发出香气的液体浸透,已成了虱子,臭虫、蟑螂和绦虫的陈尸所。我忍受不了。我不愿忍受!毕竟我还是一个人,不是一个虱子。Part 6 Chapter 2I met Serge under rather peculiar circumstances. Sniffing about for food I found myself toward noon the other day in the neighbourhood of the Folies Bergère - the back entrance, that is to say, in the narrow little lane with an iron gate at one end. I was dawdling about the stage entrance, hoping vaguely for a casual brush with one of the butterflies, when an open truck pulls up to the sidewalk. Seeing me standing there with my hands in my pockets the driver, who was Serge, asks me if I would give him a hand unloading the iron barrels. When he learns that I am an American and that I'm broke he almost weeps with joy. He has been looking high and low for an English teacher, it seems. I help him roll the barrels of insecticide inside and I look my fill at the butterflies fluttering about the wings. The incident takes on strange proportions to me - the empty house, the sawdust dolls bouncing in the wings, the barrels of germicide, the battleship "Potemkin" - above all, Serge's gentleness. He is big and tender, a man every inch of him, but with a woman's heart.In parting I manage to worm a franc fifty out of him. I try to squeeze another fifty centimes out of him but it's impossible. Anyway I've got enough for a coffee and croissants. Near the Gare St. Lazare there's a bar with reduced prices.  饭桌旁一共是我们八个,还有三条狗。狗先吃,它们吃的是燕麦片,然后我们才开始。我们也吃燕麦片—作为一种提胃口的佐餐食品。谢尔盖眨眨眼说,”在我们国家这是喂狗的。There are eight of us at the table - and three dogs. The dogs eat first. They eat oatmeal. Then we commence. We eat oatmeal too - as an hors d'?uvre. "Chez nous," says Serge, with a twinkle in his eye, "C'est pour les chiens, les Quaker Oats. Ici pour le gentleman. ?a va." After the oatmeal, mushroom soup and vegetables; after that bacon omelet, fruit, red wine, vodka, coffee, cigarettes. Not bad, the Russian meal. Everyone talks with his mouth full. Toward the end of the mea Serge's wife, who is a lazy slut of an Armenian, flops on the couch and begins to nibble bonbons. She fishes around in the box with her fat fingers, nibbles a tiny piece to see if there is any juice inside, and then throws it on the floor for the dogs.Lying on the mattress in the hallway the odor of the germicide stifles me. A pungent, acrid odor that seems to invade every pore of my body. The food begins to repeat on me - the Quaker Oats, the mushrooms, the bacon, the fried apples. I see the little tapeworm lying beside the fruit and all the varieties of worms that Serge drew on the tablecloth to explain what was the matter with the dog. I see the empty pit of the Folies Bergère and in every crevice there are cockroaches and lice and bedbugs; I see people scratching themselves frantically, scratching and scratching until the blood comes. I see the worms crawling over the scenery like an army of red ants, devouring everything in sight. I see the chorus girls throwing away their gauze tunics and running through the aisles naked; I see the spectators in the pit throwing off their clothes also and scratching each other like monkeys.中欧双边本币互换协议展期:3500亿人民币/450亿欧元

In the café nearby - Café des Artistes - he proposes immediately to put me up; says he will put a mattress on the floor in the hallway. For the lessons he says he will give me a meal every day, a big Russian meal, or if for any reason the meal is lacking then five francs. It sounds wonderful to me - wonderful. The only question is, how will I get from Suresnes to the American Express every day?  一阵骚动,所有想咳嗽的人都尽情咳开了,传来脚在地板上蹭踏发出的声响、。

In the morning I wait for Serge to load the truck. I ask him to take me in to Paris. I haven't the heart to tell him I'm leaving. I leave the knapsack behind, with the few things that were left me. When we get to the Place Péreire I jump out. No particular reason for getting off here. No particular reason for anything. I'm free - that's the main thing…  到了早晨我等着谢尔盖装车,我叫他把我带到巴黎去,却不忍心告诉他我就要走了。我把背包留下了,还有他给我的几件东西。我们到佩里埃广场时我跳下来了,在这儿溜掉并没有什么特殊原因。我是自由的—这才是最要紧的……

(本文作者:依高远) 杜金富、宋晓玲等:住户部门资产负债测度核算研究

沿着圣母街往前走,我碰到佩克奥弗,另一个在报社工作的穷鬼。他抱怨说每夜只能睡三四个钟头觉,因为早上八点就得起来到一家牙医诊所去干活。他干这个活并不是为了钱,他解释道,这只是为了替自己买一副假牙。他说,”困得直打瞌睡时看清样可不容易,可我老婆还以为这差事像吃饭一样容易呢。她说,我若丢了工作她们咋办?”可是佩克奥弗对这个工作根本不感兴趣,这个工作甚至不允许他花钱。他只好存起香烟蒂,把它再填进烟斗里抽。他的外套是用别针别在一起的。他有口臭,手上总出汗,可是一夜只睡三个钟头。他说,”不该这样对待一个人,还有我的那位老板,若是我丢了一个分号他便会把我骂得尿裤子。”说起他老婆,他又补充道,”我的那个女人,我告诉你,她一点儿都不知道感激我。”。

I met Serge under rather peculiar circumstances. Sniffing about for food I found myself toward noon the other day in the neighbourhood of the Folies Bergère - the back entrance, that is to say, in the narrow little lane with an iron gate at one end. I was dawdling about the stage entrance, hoping vaguely for a casual brush with one of the butterflies, when an open truck pulls up to the sidewalk. Seeing me standing there with my hands in my pockets the driver, who was Serge, asks me if I would give him a hand unloading the iron barrels. When he learns that I am an American and that I'm broke he almost weeps with joy. He has been looking high and low for an English teacher, it seems. I help him roll the barrels of insecticide inside and I look my fill at the butterflies fluttering about the wings. The incident takes on strange proportions to me - the empty house, the sawdust dolls bouncing in the wings, the barrels of germicide, the battleship "Potemkin" - above all, Serge's gentleness. He is big and tender, a man every inch of him, but with a woman's heart.  在附近的咖啡馆里—“艺术家咖啡馆”—他马上提议为我安排住宿,说他要在走廊地板上铺一张床垫。作为上课的酬劳,他说叫我每天免费吃一顿饭,一顿丰盛的俄国饭,如果由于什么原因没有吃上这顿饭他就给我五法郎。我觉得这主意很妙—妙极了。唯一的一个问题是,我每天如何从叙雷油赶到美国捷运公司去。In parting I manage to worm a franc fifty out of him. I try to squeeze another fifty centimes out of him but it's impossible. Anyway I've got enough for a coffee and croissants. Near the Gare St. Lazare there's a bar with reduced prices.

(本文作者:席高韵) 浦发银行拟募资500亿 史上最大规模可转债启动发行

  谢尔盖坚持马上就开始,他给我车费,叫我晚上到叙雷讷来。我带着背包在吃晚饭前赶到了,目的是给谢尔盖上一课。已经有些客人到场了,看来他们一贯是一起吃的,大伙儿凑钱。  傍晚我走近克利希广场时从那个装着一条假腿的小婊子面前经过,她日复一日地站在戈蒙宫对面。看起来她还不到十八岁,可我想她已有固定的客人了。午夜过后她用黑假腿一动不动地站在那儿,身后是一条小胡同,里面像一座地狱一样灯火通明。如今我心情轻松地从她身边经过,不知怎么搞的她使我联想起一只拴在桩上的鹅,一只肝上患了病的鹅,这样世人才得以享用它的鹅肝馅饼。带着那条木腿去睡觉一定很古怪,人们会联想到各种各样的事儿—木刺啦等等。行啦,各人对自己的口味就行!。

  分手时我设法从他那儿骗了一个半法郎,我想再榨出五十生丁,可是办不到。不过我弄到手的已足够喝一杯咖啡,吃一块月牙形蛋卷了,圣拉扎尔车站那儿有一家供应降价食品的酒吧。  躺在走廊里的床垫上,杀菌剂的气味叫我喘不过气来,这种刺鼻的辣味儿似乎钻进了我身上的每一个毛孔。刚才吃过的东西又在口中散发出气味—廉价燕麦片、蘑菇、咸肉和煎苹果。我又看到躺在水果旁的那条小小的绦虫和谢尔盖向我解释狗出了什么毛病时摆在桌布上的各式各样的虫子。我看到”疯狂的牧羊女”歌舞场的空乐他,每一条裂缝里都藏着蟑螂、虱子和臭虫。我看到人们疯了似的搔自己身上,搔呀搔,直到搔出血来。我看到这些虫子像一支红色蚂蚁大军一样在布景上到处爬,吞下它们看见的一切。我看到合唱队的姑娘抛开薄纱外衣,光着身子跑过走道。我还看到正厅里的观众也脱掉衣服互相搔痒,活像一群猴子。

(本文作者:竹峻敏) 云南警方通报女子跳楼事件复核结果:维持不立案

  在附近的咖啡馆里—“艺术家咖啡馆”—他马上提议为我安排住宿,说他要在走廊地板上铺一张床垫。作为上课的酬劳,他说叫我每天免费吃一顿饭,一顿丰盛的俄国饭,如果由于什么原因没有吃上这顿饭他就给我五法郎。我觉得这主意很妙—妙极了。唯一的一个问题是,我每天如何从叙雷油赶到美国捷运公司去。。

In parting I manage to worm a franc fifty out of him. I try to squeeze another fifty centimes out of him but it's impossible. Anyway I've got enough for a coffee and croissants. Near the Gare St. Lazare there's a bar with reduced prices.In parting I manage to worm a franc fifty out of him. I try to squeeze another fifty centimes out of him but it's impossible. Anyway I've got enough for a coffee and croissants. Near the Gare St. Lazare there's a bar with reduced prices.

(本文作者:袭秀逸) 最新出炉 陈光明等八大爆款基金持仓大曝光

I try to quiet myself. After all, this is a home I've found, and there's a meal waiting for me every day. And Serge is a brick, there's no doubt about that. But I can't sleep. It's like going to sleep in a morgue. The mattress is saturated with embalming fluid. It's a morgue for lice, bedbugs, cockroaches, tapeworms. I can't stand it. I won't stand it! After all I'm a man, not a louse.There are eight of us at the table - and three dogs. The dogs eat first. They eat oatmeal. Then we commence. We eat oatmeal too - as an hors d'?uvre. "Chez nous," says Serge, with a twinkle in his eye, "C'est pour les chiens, les Quaker Oats. Ici pour le gentleman. ?a va." After the oatmeal, mushroom soup and vegetables; after that bacon omelet, fruit, red wine, vodka, coffee, cigarettes. Not bad, the Russian meal. Everyone talks with his mouth full. Toward the end of the mea Serge's wife, who is a lazy slut of an Armenian, flops on the couch and begins to nibble bonbons. She fishes around in the box with her fat fingers, nibbles a tiny piece to see if there is any juice inside, and then throws it on the floor for the dogs.In parting I manage to worm a franc fifty out of him. I try to squeeze another fifty centimes out of him but it's impossible. Anyway I've got enough for a coffee and croissants. Near the Gare St. Lazare there's a bar with reduced prices.。

Lying on the mattress in the hallway the odor of the germicide stifles me. A pungent, acrid odor that seems to invade every pore of my body. The food begins to repeat on me - the Quaker Oats, the mushrooms, the bacon, the fried apples. I see the little tapeworm lying beside the fruit and all the varieties of worms that Serge drew on the tablecloth to explain what was the matter with the dog. I see the empty pit of the Folies Bergère and in every crevice there are cockroaches and lice and bedbugs; I see people scratching themselves frantically, scratching and scratching until the blood comes. I see the worms crawling over the scenery like an army of red ants, devouring everything in sight. I see the chorus girls throwing away their gauze tunics and running through the aisles naked; I see the spectators in the pit throwing off their clothes also and scratching each other like monkeys.  我已很久没有同穿着考究的人物坐在一起了,心里不免有几分忐忑不安,直到现在还闻得到那股甲醛味。或许谢尔盖也往这儿送货,不过谢天谢地,这儿没有人搔痒。有一股淡淡的香水味儿……非常淡。音乐会尚未开始众人脸上便显出百无聊赖的神情,这音乐会真是一种礼貌的自我折磨。指挥短短的指挥棒敲响后大家紧张地全神贯注了一阵,随即便是寂静无声—一种单调沉闷的、被管弦乐队奏出的沉着、不间断的轻微乐声反衬出的寂静。我的头脑出乎意料地清醒,好像脑壳里镶了一千面镜子。我的神经绷得紧紧的,十分激动,音符像玻璃球在一百万股水流上跳跃。以前我从不曾饿着肚子去听音乐会,没有任何声响能逃过我的耳朵,甚至最细小的别针落地的声音也听得见。好像我没有穿衣服,身上的每一个毛孔都是一只窗子,所有的窗子都敞开着,光亮穿透了我的内赃。我可以感觉到这光线就蜡缩在我肋骨的穹窿下,我的肋骨垂在一个空空如也的肚子上,响声使它颤抖,我不知道这种情形持续了多久,我早已失去时间和地点的概念。仿佛过了很久很久以后出现了一阵半自觉的状态,与之相抵的是一种平静感。我感到身体内有一个大湖泊,一个发出彩虹色光辉的湖泊,冷峻得像果冻。这个湖泊上突然形成一个个巨大螺旋,一群群腿细长、羽毛漂亮的候鸟出现了,它们一群群地从清凉的静止湖面上腾空飞起,从我的锁骨下飞过,消逝在一片白茫茫的空间里。然后,缓慢地、异常缓慢地,这些窗子关上了,我的器官也回到原来位置上,犹如一位戴白帽子的老妇在我身体内漫游。突然,剧院里的灯全亮了,我发现白色包厢里的那个男人原来竟是一个头上顶着一个花盆的女人,起初我还以为这是一位土耳其军官呢。

(本文作者:乜雪华) 扶不起来的手机业务,索尼为何不放弃?

  到了早晨我等着谢尔盖装车,我叫他把我带到巴黎去,却不忍心告诉他我就要走了。我把背包留下了,还有他给我的几件东西。我们到佩里埃广场时我跳下来了,在这儿溜掉并没有什么特殊原因。我是自由的—这才是最要紧的……It's so long since I've sat in the company of well dressed people that I feel a bit panic-stricken. I can still smell the formaldehyde. Perhaps Serge makes deliveries here too. But nobody is scratching himself, thank God. A faint odor of perfume … very faint. Even before the music begins there is that bored look on people's faces. A polite form of self-imposed torture, the concert. For a moment, when the conductor raps with his little wand, there is a tense spasm of concentration followed almost immediately by a general slump, a quiet vegetable sort of repose induced by the steady, uninterrupted drizzle from the orchestra. My mind is curiously alert; it's as though my skull had a thousand mirrors inside it. My nerves are taut, vibrant! the notes are like glass balls dancing on a million jets of water. I've never been to a concert before on such an empty belly. Nothing escapes me, not even the tiniest pin falling. It's as though I had no clothes on and every pore of my body was a window and all the windows open and the light flooding my gizzards. I can feel the light curving under the vault of my ribs and my ribs hang there over a hollow nave trembling with reverberations. How long this lasts I have no idea; I have lost all sense of time and place. After what seems like an eternity there follows an interval of semiconsciousness balanced by such a calm that I feel a great lake inside me, a lake of iridescent sheen, cool as jelly; and over this lake, rising in great swooping spirals, there emerge flocks of birds of passage with long slim legs and brilliant plumage. Flock after flock surge up from the cool, still surface of the lake and, passing under my clavicles, lose themselves in the white sea of space. And then slowly, very slowly, as if an old woman in a white cap were going the rounds of my body, slowly the windows are closed and my organs drop back into place. Suddenly the lights flare up and the man in the white box whom I had taken for a Turkish officer turns out to be a woman with a flowerpot on her head.。

In the morning I wait for Serge to load the truck. I ask him to take me in to Paris. I haven't the heart to tell him I'm leaving. I leave the knapsack behind, with the few things that were left me. When we get to the Place Péreire I jump out. No particular reason for getting off here. No particular reason for anything. I'm free - that's the main thing…Lying on the mattress in the hallway the odor of the germicide stifles me. A pungent, acrid odor that seems to invade every pore of my body. The food begins to repeat on me - the Quaker Oats, the mushrooms, the bacon, the fried apples. I see the little tapeworm lying beside the fruit and all the varieties of worms that Serge drew on the tablecloth to explain what was the matter with the dog. I see the empty pit of the Folies Bergère and in every crevice there are cockroaches and lice and bedbugs; I see people scratching themselves frantically, scratching and scratching until the blood comes. I see the worms crawling over the scenery like an army of red ants, devouring everything in sight. I see the chorus girls throwing away their gauze tunics and running through the aisles naked; I see the spectators in the pit throwing off their clothes also and scratching each other like monkeys.

(本文作者:郝艺菡) I met Serge under rather peculiar circumstances. Sniffing about for food I found myself toward noon the other day in the neighbourhood of the Folies Bergère - the back entrance, that is to say, in the narrow little lane with an iron gate at one end. I was dawdling about the stage entrance, hoping vaguely for a casual brush with one of the butterflies, when an open truck pulls up to the sidewalk. Seeing me standing there with my hands in my pockets the driver, who was Serge, asks me if I would give him a hand unloading the iron barrels. When he learns that I am an American and that I'm broke he almost weeps with joy. He has been looking high and low for an English teacher, it seems. I help him roll the barrels of insecticide inside and I look my fill at the butterflies fluttering about the wings. The incident takes on strange proportions to me - the empty house, the sawdust dolls bouncing in the wings, the barrels of germicide, the battleship "Potemkin" - above all, Serge's gentleness. He is big and tender, a man every inch of him, but with a woman's heart.华夏新供给经济学研究院首席经济学家贾康演讲

In the café nearby - Café des Artistes - he proposes immediately to put me up; says he will put a mattress on the floor in the hallway. For the lessons he says he will give me a meal every day, a big Russian meal, or if for any reason the meal is lacking then five francs. It sounds wonderful to me - wonderful. The only question is, how will I get from Suresnes to the American Express every day?  我已很久没有同穿着考究的人物坐在一起了,心里不免有几分忐忑不安,直到现在还闻得到那股甲醛味。或许谢尔盖也往这儿送货,不过谢天谢地,这儿没有人搔痒。有一股淡淡的香水味儿……非常淡。音乐会尚未开始众人脸上便显出百无聊赖的神情,这音乐会真是一种礼貌的自我折磨。指挥短短的指挥棒敲响后大家紧张地全神贯注了一阵,随即便是寂静无声—一种单调沉闷的、被管弦乐队奏出的沉着、不间断的轻微乐声反衬出的寂静。我的头脑出乎意料地清醒,好像脑壳里镶了一千面镜子。我的神经绷得紧紧的,十分激动,音符像玻璃球在一百万股水流上跳跃。以前我从不曾饿着肚子去听音乐会,没有任何声响能逃过我的耳朵,甚至最细小的别针落地的声音也听得见。好像我没有穿衣服,身上的每一个毛孔都是一只窗子,所有的窗子都敞开着,光亮穿透了我的内赃。我可以感觉到这光线就蜡缩在我肋骨的穹窿下,我的肋骨垂在一个空空如也的肚子上,响声使它颤抖,我不知道这种情形持续了多久,我早已失去时间和地点的概念。仿佛过了很久很久以后出现了一阵半自觉的状态,与之相抵的是一种平静感。我感到身体内有一个大湖泊,一个发出彩虹色光辉的湖泊,冷峻得像果冻。这个湖泊上突然形成一个个巨大螺旋,一群群腿细长、羽毛漂亮的候鸟出现了,它们一群群地从清凉的静止湖面上腾空飞起,从我的锁骨下飞过,消逝在一片白茫茫的空间里。然后,缓慢地、异常缓慢地,这些窗子关上了,我的器官也回到原来位置上,犹如一位戴白帽子的老妇在我身体内漫游。突然,剧院里的灯全亮了,我发现白色包厢里的那个男人原来竟是一个头上顶着一个花盆的女人,起初我还以为这是一位土耳其军官呢。  一阵骚动,所有想咳嗽的人都尽情咳开了,传来脚在地板上蹭踏发出的声响、。

我像小鸟一样轻松地由一条街飞奔到另一条街,仿佛刚从牢房里放出来。我用全新的目光看世界,万物都引起我极大的兴趣,甚至包括鸡毛蒜皮的小事。我在布尔索尼尔街站下看一家体育用品商店的橱窗,里面有一些照片展示”史前及史后”人类的标本。全是法国佬,有些人光着身于,只戴一副夹鼻眼镜,留一缕胡子。真不明白这些姑娘怎么爱上了双杠和哑铃。一个法国佬应该有个微微腆起的大肚子,像查露斯男爵那样。他也该蓄胡须,戴夹鼻眼镜,不过不该光着身子让人拍照。他该穿双闪闪发光的漆皮靴,短便衣口袋上应该别一条白手帕,露出来四分之三英寸。如果有条件,他还应该在上衣翻领上系一条红缓带,穿过纽眼,上床睡觉时还要换睡衣。

(本文作者:牟翊涵) 美国国会对天秤币狂轰滥炸6小时 扎克伯格十句话抵抗

There are eight of us at the table - and three dogs. The dogs eat first. They eat oatmeal. Then we commence. We eat oatmeal too - as an hors d'?uvre. "Chez nous," says Serge, with a twinkle in his eye, "C'est pour les chiens, les Quaker Oats. Ici pour le gentleman. ?a va." After the oatmeal, mushroom soup and vegetables; after that bacon omelet, fruit, red wine, vodka, coffee, cigarettes. Not bad, the Russian meal. Everyone talks with his mouth full. Toward the end of the mea Serge's wife, who is a lazy slut of an Armenian, flops on the couch and begins to nibble bonbons. She fishes around in the box with her fat fingers, nibbles a tiny piece to see if there is any juice inside, and then throws it on the floor for the dogs.Part 6 Chapter 2  碰巧,我在盥洗室里找到一张音乐会票,于是便像一只轻松愉快的鸟一样奔戈韦音乐厅去了。引座员脸色难看极了,因为我竟没有给他一点小费。每次从我身边经过时他都要征询似的看看我,希望我会突然想起这件事来。。

  饭桌旁一共是我们八个,还有三条狗。狗先吃,它们吃的是燕麦片,然后我们才开始。我们也吃燕麦片—作为一种提胃口的佐餐食品。谢尔盖眨眨眼说,”在我们国家这是喂狗的。?铁桶。听说我是美国人而且生活无着,他差一点高兴得哭起来,看来他一直在到处寻找一个英语教师。我帮他把装杀虫剂的桶子滚进去,我尽情看着在舞台两侧到处奔跑的女演员。这件事在我心中留下怪诞的印象—空旷的房子、女演员像填装着锯未的洋娃娃似的在舞台两厢横冲直撞、一桶桶杀菌剂、战舰”波将金号”—而最难忘的是谢尔盖的温文尔雅。他是一个大块头,十分温柔,是一个十分地道的男子汉,却又生了一副女人的柔肠。沿着圣母街往前走,我碰到佩克奥弗,另一个在报社工作的穷鬼。他抱怨说每夜只能睡三四个钟头觉,因为早上八点就得起来到一家牙医诊所去干活。他干这个活并不是为了钱,他解释道,这只是为了替自己买一副假牙。他说,”困得直打瞌睡时看清样可不容易,可我老婆还以为这差事像吃饭一样容易呢。她说,我若丢了工作她们咋办?”可是佩克奥弗对这个工作根本不感兴趣,这个工作甚至不允许他花钱。他只好存起香烟蒂,把它再填进烟斗里抽。他的外套是用别针别在一起的。他有口臭,手上总出汗,可是一夜只睡三个钟头。他说,”不该这样对待一个人,还有我的那位老板,若是我丢了一个分号他便会把我骂得尿裤子。”说起他老婆,他又补充道,”我的那个女人,我告诉你,她一点儿都不知道感激我。”

(本文作者:冀航)

朱雀基金董事长梁跃军:首期员工持股计划已启动实施

  碰巧,我在盥洗室里找到一张音乐会票,于是便像一只轻松愉快的鸟一样奔戈韦音乐厅去了。引座员脸色难看极了,因为我竟没有给他一点小费。每次从我身边经过时他都要征询似的看看我,希望我会突然想起这件事来。。

  分手时我设法从他那儿骗了一个半法郎,我想再榨出五十生丁,可是办不到。不过我弄到手的已足够喝一杯咖啡,吃一块月牙形蛋卷了,圣拉扎尔车站那儿有一家供应降价食品的酒吧。  我已很久没有同穿着考究的人物坐在一起了,心里不免有几分忐忑不安,直到现在还闻得到那股甲醛味。或许谢尔盖也往这儿送货,不过谢天谢地,这儿没有人搔痒。有一股淡淡的香水味儿……非常淡。音乐会尚未开始众人脸上便显出百无聊赖的神情,这音乐会真是一种礼貌的自我折磨。指挥短短的指挥棒敲响后大家紧张地全神贯注了一阵,随即便是寂静无声—一种单调沉闷的、被管弦乐队奏出的沉着、不间断的轻微乐声反衬出的寂静。我的头脑出乎意料地清醒,好像脑壳里镶了一千面镜子。我的神经绷得紧紧的,十分激动,音符像玻璃球在一百万股水流上跳跃。以前我从不曾饿着肚子去听音乐会,没有任何声响能逃过我的耳朵,甚至最细小的别针落地的声音也听得见。好像我没有穿衣服,身上的每一个毛孔都是一只窗子,所有的窗子都敞开着,光亮穿透了我的内赃。我可以感觉到这光线就蜡缩在我肋骨的穹窿下,我的肋骨垂在一个空空如也的肚子上,响声使它颤抖,我不知道这种情形持续了多久,我早已失去时间和地点的概念。仿佛过了很久很久以后出现了一阵半自觉的状态,与之相抵的是一种平静感。我感到身体内有一个大湖泊,一个发出彩虹色光辉的湖泊,冷峻得像果冻。这个湖泊上突然形成一个个巨大螺旋,一群群腿细长、羽毛漂亮的候鸟出现了,它们一群群地从清凉的静止湖面上腾空飞起,从我的锁骨下飞过,消逝在一片白茫茫的空间里。然后,缓慢地、异常缓慢地,这些窗子关上了,我的器官也回到原来位置上,犹如一位戴白帽子的老妇在我身体内漫游。突然,剧院里的灯全亮了,我发现白色包厢里的那个男人原来竟是一个头上顶着一个花盆的女人,起初我还以为这是一位土耳其军官呢。It's so long since I've sat in the company of well dressed people that I feel a bit panic-stricken. I can still smell the formaldehyde. Perhaps Serge makes deliveries here too. But nobody is scratching himself, thank God. A faint odor of perfume … very faint. Even before the music begins there is that bored look on people's faces. A polite form of self-imposed torture, the concert. For a moment, when the conductor raps with his little wand, there is a tense spasm of concentration followed almost immediately by a general slump, a quiet vegetable sort of repose induced by the steady, uninterrupted drizzle from the orchestra. My mind is curiously alert; it's as though my skull had a thousand mirrors inside it. My nerves are taut, vibrant! the notes are like glass balls dancing on a million jets of water. I've never been to a concert before on such an empty belly. Nothing escapes me, not even the tiniest pin falling. It's as though I had no clothes on and every pore of my body was a window and all the windows open and the light flooding my gizzards. I can feel the light curving under the vault of my ribs and my ribs hang there over a hollow nave trembling with reverberations. How long this lasts I have no idea; I have lost all sense of time and place. After what seems like an eternity there follows an interval of semiconsciousness balanced by such a calm that I feel a great lake inside me, a lake of iridescent sheen, cool as jelly; and over this lake, rising in great swooping spirals, there emerge flocks of birds of passage with long slim legs and brilliant plumage. Flock after flock surge up from the cool, still surface of the lake and, passing under my clavicles, lose themselves in the white sea of space. And then slowly, very slowly, as if an old woman in a white cap were going the rounds of my body, slowly the windows are closed and my organs drop back into place. Suddenly the lights flare up and the man in the white box whom I had taken for a Turkish officer turns out to be a woman with a flowerpot on her head.

(本文作者:家玉龙)

上海后花园,爱上海,上海419论坛 - Powered By 上海靠谱的约群In parting I manage to worm a franc fifty out of him. I try to squeeze another fifty centimes out of him but it's impossible. Anyway I've got enough for a coffee and croissants. Near the Gare St. Lazare there's a bar with reduced prices.  一阵骚动,所有想咳嗽的人都尽情咳开了,传来脚在地板上蹭踏发出的声响、

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As luck would have it I find a ticket in the lavabo for a concert. Light as a feather now I go there to the Salle Gaveau. The usher looks ravaged because I overlook giving him his little tip. Every time he passes me he looks at me inquiringly, as if perhaps I will suddenly remember.Serge insists that we begin at once - he gives me the carfare to get out to Suresnes in the evening. I arrive a little before dinner, with my knapsack, in order to give Serge a lesson. There are some guests on hand already - seems as though they always eat in a crowd, everybody chipping in.I met Serge under rather peculiar circumstances. Sniffing about for food I found myself toward noon the other day in the neighbourhood of the Folies Bergère - the back entrance, that is to say, in the narrow little lane with an iron gate at one end. I was dawdling about the stage entrance, hoping vaguely for a casual brush with one of the butterflies, when an open truck pulls up to the sidewalk. Seeing me standing there with my hands in my pockets the driver, who was Serge, asks me if I would give him a hand unloading the iron barrels. When he learns that I am an American and that I'm broke he almost weeps with joy. He has been looking high and low for an English teacher, it seems. I help him roll the barrels of insecticide inside and I look my fill at the butterflies fluttering about the wings. The incident takes on strange proportions to me - the empty house, the sawdust dolls bouncing in the wings, the barrels of germicide, the battleship "Potemkin" - above all, Serge's gentleness. He is big and tender, a man every inch of him, but with a woman's heart.。

  在附近的咖啡馆里—“艺术家咖啡馆”—他马上提议为我安排住宿,说他要在走廊地板上铺一张床垫。作为上课的酬劳,他说叫我每天免费吃一顿饭,一顿丰盛的俄国饭,如果由于什么原因没有吃上这顿饭他就给我五法郎。我觉得这主意很妙—妙极了。唯一的一个问题是,我每天如何从叙雷油赶到美国捷运公司去。  谢尔盖坚持马上就开始,他给我车费,叫我晚上到叙雷讷来。我带着背包在吃晚饭前赶到了,目的是给谢尔盖上一课。已经有些客人到场了,看来他们一贯是一起吃的,大伙儿凑钱。

(本文作者:巫马源彬) In the café nearby - Café des Artistes - he proposes immediately to put me up; says he will put a mattress on the floor in the hallway. For the lessons he says he will give me a meal every day, a big Russian meal, or if for any reason the meal is lacking then five francs. It sounds wonderful to me - wonderful. The only question is, how will I get from Suresnes to the American Express every day?  我试图叫自己平静下来。不管怎么说,这毕竟是我找到的一个家,每天有一顿现成饭吃,而且谢尔盖无疑是个热心人。可是我无法入睡,这简直如同在陈尸所里睡觉一样。床垫已被散发出香气的液体浸透,已成了虱子,臭虫、蟑螂和绦虫的陈尸所。我忍受不了。我不愿忍受!毕竟我还是一个人,不是一个虱子。In parting I manage to worm a franc fifty out of him. I try to squeeze another fifty centimes out of him but it's impossible. Anyway I've got enough for a coffee and croissants. Near the Gare St. Lazare there's a bar with reduced prices.  饭桌旁一共是我们八个,还有三条狗。狗先吃,它们吃的是燕麦片,然后我们才开始。我们也吃燕麦片—作为一种提胃口的佐餐食品。谢尔盖眨眨眼说,”在我们国家这是喂狗的。张朝阳谈5G:人们可能更愿通过影像和语音交流

  我已很久没有同穿着考究的人物坐在一起了,心里不免有几分忐忑不安,直到现在还闻得到那股甲醛味。或许谢尔盖也往这儿送货,不过谢天谢地,这儿没有人搔痒。有一股淡淡的香水味儿……非常淡。音乐会尚未开始众人脸上便显出百无聊赖的神情,这音乐会真是一种礼貌的自我折磨。指挥短短的指挥棒敲响后大家紧张地全神贯注了一阵,随即便是寂静无声—一种单调沉闷的、被管弦乐队奏出的沉着、不间断的轻微乐声反衬出的寂静。我的头脑出乎意料地清醒,好像脑壳里镶了一千面镜子。我的神经绷得紧紧的,十分激动,音符像玻璃球在一百万股水流上跳跃。以前我从不曾饿着肚子去听音乐会,没有任何声响能逃过我的耳朵,甚至最细小的别针落地的声音也听得见。好像我没有穿衣服,身上的每一个毛孔都是一只窗子,所有的窗子都敞开着,光亮穿透了我的内赃。我可以感觉到这光线就蜡缩在我肋骨的穹窿下,我的肋骨垂在一个空空如也的肚子上,响声使它颤抖,我不知道这种情形持续了多久,我早已失去时间和地点的概念。仿佛过了很久很久以后出现了一阵半自觉的状态,与之相抵的是一种平静感。我感到身体内有一个大湖泊,一个发出彩虹色光辉的湖泊,冷峻得像果冻。这个湖泊上突然形成一个个巨大螺旋,一群群腿细长、羽毛漂亮的候鸟出现了,它们一群群地从清凉的静止湖面上腾空飞起,从我的锁骨下飞过,消逝在一片白茫茫的空间里。然后,缓慢地、异常缓慢地,这些窗子关上了,我的器官也回到原来位置上,犹如一位戴白帽子的老妇在我身体内漫游。突然,剧院里的灯全亮了,我发现白色包厢里的那个男人原来竟是一个头上顶着一个花盆的女人,起初我还以为这是一位土耳其军官呢。。

  到了早晨我等着谢尔盖装车,我叫他把我带到巴黎去,却不忍心告诉他我就要走了。我把背包留下了,还有他给我的几件东西。我们到佩里埃广场时我跳下来了,在这儿溜掉并没有什么特殊原因。我是自由的—这才是最要紧的……  分手时我设法从他那儿骗了一个半法郎,我想再榨出五十生丁,可是办不到。不过我弄到手的已足够喝一杯咖啡,吃一块月牙形蛋卷了,圣拉扎尔车站那儿有一家供应降价食品的酒吧。  躺在走廊里的床垫上,杀菌剂的气味叫我喘不过气来,这种刺鼻的辣味儿似乎钻进了我身上的每一个毛孔。刚才吃过的东西又在口中散发出气味—廉价燕麦片、蘑菇、咸肉和煎苹果。我又看到躺在水果旁的那条小小的绦虫和谢尔盖向我解释狗出了什么毛病时摆在桌布上的各式各样的虫子。我看到”疯狂的牧羊女”歌舞场的空乐他,每一条裂缝里都藏着蟑螂、虱子和臭虫。我看到人们疯了似的搔自己身上,搔呀搔,直到搔出血来。我看到这些虫子像一支红色蚂蚁大军一样在布景上到处爬,吞下它们看见的一切。我看到合唱队的姑娘抛开薄纱外衣,光着身子跑过走道。我还看到正厅里的观众也脱掉衣服互相搔痒,活像一群猴子。

(本文作者:邰宏邈) I met Serge under rather peculiar circumstances. Sniffing about for food I found myself toward noon the other day in the neighbourhood of the Folies Bergère - the back entrance, that is to say, in the narrow little lane with an iron gate at one end. I was dawdling about the stage entrance, hoping vaguely for a casual brush with one of the butterflies, when an open truck pulls up to the sidewalk. Seeing me standing there with my hands in my pockets the driver, who was Serge, asks me if I would give him a hand unloading the iron barrels. When he learns that I am an American and that I'm broke he almost weeps with joy. He has been looking high and low for an English teacher, it seems. I help him roll the barrels of insecticide inside and I look my fill at the butterflies fluttering about the wings. The incident takes on strange proportions to me - the empty house, the sawdust dolls bouncing in the wings, the barrels of germicide, the battleship "Potemkin" - above all, Serge's gentleness. He is big and tender, a man every inch of him, but with a woman's heart.As luck would have it I find a ticket in the lavabo for a concert. Light as a feather now I go there to the Salle Gaveau. The usher looks ravaged because I overlook giving him his little tip. Every time he passes me he looks at me inquiringly, as if perhaps I will suddenly remember.我像小鸟一样轻松地由一条街飞奔到另一条街,仿佛刚从牢房里放出来。我用全新的目光看世界,万物都引起我极大的兴趣,甚至包括鸡毛蒜皮的小事。我在布尔索尼尔街站下看一家体育用品商店的橱窗,里面有一些照片展示”史前及史后”人类的标本。全是法国佬,有些人光着身于,只戴一副夹鼻眼镜,留一缕胡子。真不明白这些姑娘怎么爱上了双杠和哑铃。一个法国佬应该有个微微腆起的大肚子,像查露斯男爵那样。他也该蓄胡须,戴夹鼻眼镜,不过不该光着身子让人拍照。他该穿双闪闪发光的漆皮靴,短便衣口袋上应该别一条白手帕,露出来四分之三英寸。如果有条件,他还应该在上衣翻领上系一条红缓带,穿过纽眼,上床睡觉时还要换睡衣。  在附近的咖啡馆里—“艺术家咖啡馆”—他马上提议为我安排住宿,说他要在走廊地板上铺一张床垫。作为上课的酬劳,他说叫我每天免费吃一顿饭,一顿丰盛的俄国饭,如果由于什么原因没有吃上这顿饭他就给我五法郎。我觉得这主意很妙—妙极了。唯一的一个问题是,我每天如何从叙雷油赶到美国捷运公司去。I met Serge under rather peculiar circumstances. Sniffing about for food I found myself toward noon the other day in the neighbourhood of the Folies Bergère - the back entrance, that is to say, in the narrow little lane with an iron gate at one end. I was dawdling about the stage entrance, hoping vaguely for a casual brush with one of the butterflies, when an open truck pulls up to the sidewalk. Seeing me standing there with my hands in my pockets the driver, who was Serge, asks me if I would give him a hand unloading the iron barrels. When he learns that I am an American and that I'm broke he almost weeps with joy. He has been looking high and low for an English teacher, it seems. I help him roll the barrels of insecticide inside and I look my fill at the butterflies fluttering about the wings. The incident takes on strange proportions to me - the empty house, the sawdust dolls bouncing in the wings, the barrels of germicide, the battleship "Potemkin" - above all, Serge's gentleness. He is big and tender, a man every inch of him, but with a woman's heart.中国结算就证券质押登记业务实施细则征求意见

Light as a bird I flit about from one quarter to another. It's as though I had been released from prison. I look at the world with new eyes. Everything interests me profoundly. Even trifles. On the Rue du Faubourg Poissonnière I stop before the window of a physical culture establishment. There are photographs showing specimens of manhood "before and after." All frogs. Some of them are nude, except for a pince-nez or a beard. Can't understand how these birds fall for parallel bars and dumb bells. A frog should have just a wee bit of a paunch, like the Baron de Charlus. He should wear a beard and a pince nez, but he should never be photographed in the nude. He should wear twinkling patent leather boots and in the breast pocket of his sack coat there should be a white handkerchief protruding about three quarters of an inch above the vent. If possible, he should have a red ribbon in his lapel, through the buttonhole. He should wear pajamas on going to bed.  在这里却是给绅士的,这样行吗?”吃完了燕麦片便上蘑菇汤和蔬菜,过后是咸肉蛋卷、水果、红葡萄酒、伏特加、咖啡和香烟。俄国饭还不错,每个人说话时嘴里都塞得满满的。饭快吃完时谢尔盖的老婆—一个很懒的亚美尼亚婆娘---屁股坐在沙发上啃起夹心糖来,她把肥胖的手指伸进盒子里去摸一块,啃下一点点看里面是否有果汁,然后就把它扔到地板上喂狗。As luck would have it I find a ticket in the lavabo for a concert. Light as a feather now I go there to the Salle Gaveau. The usher looks ravaged because I overlook giving him his little tip. Every time he passes me he looks at me inquiringly, as if perhaps I will suddenly remember.。

  一阵骚动,所有想咳嗽的人都尽情咳开了,传来脚在地板上蹭踏发出的声响、Going down the Rue des Dames I bump into Peckover, another poor devil who works on the paper. He complains of getting only three or four hours' sleep a night - has to get up at eight in the morning to work at a dentist's office. It isn't for the money he's doing it, so he explains - it's for to buy himself a set of false teeth. "It's hard to read proof when you're dropping with sleep," he says. "The wife, she thinks I've got a cinch of it. What would we do if you lost your job? she says." But Peckover doesn't give a damn about the job; it doesn't even allow him spending money. He has to save his cigarette butts and use them for pipe tobacco. His coat is held together with pins. He has halitosis and his hands sweat. And only three hours' sleep a night. "It's no way to treat a man," he says. "And that boss of mine, he bawls the piss out of me if I miss a semicolon." Speaking of his wife he adds: "That woman of mine, she's got no fucking gratitude, I tell you!"

(本文作者:尾智楠) 大连行凶男孩舅舅:网友评论过火 外甥看黄片扯淡

  到了早晨我等着谢尔盖装车,我叫他把我带到巴黎去,却不忍心告诉他我就要走了。我把背包留下了,还有他给我的几件东西。我们到佩里埃广场时我跳下来了,在这儿溜掉并没有什么特殊原因。我是自由的—这才是最要紧的……  谢尔盖坚持马上就开始,他给我车费,叫我晚上到叙雷讷来。我带着背包在吃晚饭前赶到了,目的是给谢尔盖上一课。已经有些客人到场了,看来他们一贯是一起吃的,大伙儿凑钱。。

Light as a bird I flit about from one quarter to another. It's as though I had been released from prison. I look at the world with new eyes. Everything interests me profoundly. Even trifles. On the Rue du Faubourg Poissonnière I stop before the window of a physical culture establishment. There are photographs showing specimens of manhood "before and after." All frogs. Some of them are nude, except for a pince-nez or a beard. Can't understand how these birds fall for parallel bars and dumb bells. A frog should have just a wee bit of a paunch, like the Baron de Charlus. He should wear a beard and a pince nez, but he should never be photographed in the nude. He should wear twinkling patent leather boots and in the breast pocket of his sack coat there should be a white handkerchief protruding about three quarters of an inch above the vent. If possible, he should have a red ribbon in his lapel, through the buttonhole. He should wear pajamas on going to bed.

(本文作者:帅乐童)

  傍晚我走近克利希广场时从那个装着一条假腿的小婊子面前经过,她日复一日地站在戈蒙宫对面。看起来她还不到十八岁,可我想她已有固定的客人了。午夜过后她用黑假腿一动不动地站在那儿,身后是一条小胡同,里面像一座地狱一样灯火通明。如今我心情轻松地从她身边经过,不知怎么搞的她使我联想起一只拴在桩上的鹅,一只肝上患了病的鹅,这样世人才得以享用它的鹅肝馅饼。带着那条木腿去睡觉一定很古怪,人们会联想到各种各样的事儿—木刺啦等等。行啦,各人对自己的口味就行!

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The meal over, the guests rush away. They rush away precipitously, as if they feared a plague. Serge and I are left with the dogs - his wife has fallen asleep on the couch. Serge moves about unconcernedly, scraping the garbage for the dogs. "Dogs like very much," he says. "Very good for dogs. Little dog he has worms … he is too young yet." He bends down to examine some white worms lying on the carpet between the dog's paws. Tries to explain about the worms in English, but his vocabulary is lacking. Finally he consults the dictionary. "Ah," he says, looking at me exultantly, "tapeworms!" My response is evidently not very intelligent. Serge is confused. He gets down on his hands and knees to examine them better. He picks one up and lays it on the table beside the fruit. "Huh, him not very beeg," he grunts. "Next lesson you learn me worms, no? You are gude teacher. I make progress with you…"  傍晚我走近克利希广场时从那个装着一条假腿的小婊子面前经过,她日复一日地站在戈蒙宫对面。看起来她还不到十八岁,可我想她已有固定的客人了。午夜过后她用黑假腿一动不动地站在那儿,身后是一条小胡同,里面像一座地狱一样灯火通明。如今我心情轻松地从她身边经过,不知怎么搞的她使我联想起一只拴在桩上的鹅,一只肝上患了病的鹅,这样世人才得以享用它的鹅肝馅饼。带着那条木腿去睡觉一定很古怪,人们会联想到各种各样的事儿—木刺啦等等。行啦,各人对自己的口味就行!Going down the Rue des Dames I bump into Peckover, another poor devil who works on the paper. He complains of getting only three or four hours' sleep a night - has to get up at eight in the morning to work at a dentist's office. It isn't for the money he's doing it, so he explains - it's for to buy himself a set of false teeth. "It's hard to read proof when you're dropping with sleep," he says. "The wife, she thinks I've got a cinch of it. What would we do if you lost your job? she says." But Peckover doesn't give a damn about the job; it doesn't even allow him spending money. He has to save his cigarette butts and use them for pipe tobacco. His coat is held together with pins. He has halitosis and his hands sweat. And only three hours' sleep a night. "It's no way to treat a man," he says. "And that boss of mine, he bawls the piss out of me if I miss a semicolon." Speaking of his wife he adds: "That woman of mine, she's got no fucking gratitude, I tell you!"。

  碰巧,我在盥洗室里找到一张音乐会票,于是便像一只轻松愉快的鸟一样奔戈韦音乐厅去了。引座员脸色难看极了,因为我竟没有给他一点小费。每次从我身边经过时他都要征询似的看看我,希望我会突然想起这件事来。  我试图叫自己平静下来。不管怎么说,这毕竟是我找到的一个家,每天有一顿现成饭吃,而且谢尔盖无疑是个热心人。可是我无法入睡,这简直如同在陈尸所里睡觉一样。床垫已被散发出香气的液体浸透,已成了虱子,臭虫、蟑螂和绦虫的陈尸所。我忍受不了。我不愿忍受!毕竟我还是一个人,不是一个虱子。

(本文作者:姚雅青)

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?铁桶。听说我是美国人而且生活无着,他差一点高兴得哭起来,看来他一直在到处寻找一个英语教师。我帮他把装杀虫剂的桶子滚进去,我尽情看着在舞台两侧到处奔跑的女演员。这件事在我心中留下怪诞的印象—空旷的房子、女演员像填装着锯未的洋娃娃似的在舞台两厢横冲直撞、一桶桶杀菌剂、战舰”波将金号”—而最难忘的是谢尔盖的温文尔雅。他是一个大块头,十分温柔,是一个十分地道的男子汉,却又生了一副女人的柔肠。  谢尔盖坚持马上就开始,他给我车费,叫我晚上到叙雷讷来。我带着背包在吃晚饭前赶到了,目的是给谢尔盖上一课。已经有些客人到场了,看来他们一贯是一起吃的,大伙儿凑钱。I met Serge under rather peculiar circumstances. Sniffing about for food I found myself toward noon the other day in the neighbourhood of the Folies Bergère - the back entrance, that is to say, in the narrow little lane with an iron gate at one end. I was dawdling about the stage entrance, hoping vaguely for a casual brush with one of the butterflies, when an open truck pulls up to the sidewalk. Seeing me standing there with my hands in my pockets the driver, who was Serge, asks me if I would give him a hand unloading the iron barrels. When he learns that I am an American and that I'm broke he almost weeps with joy. He has been looking high and low for an English teacher, it seems. I help him roll the barrels of insecticide inside and I look my fill at the butterflies fluttering about the wings. The incident takes on strange proportions to me - the empty house, the sawdust dolls bouncing in the wings, the barrels of germicide, the battleship "Potemkin" - above all, Serge's gentleness. He is big and tender, a man every inch of him, but with a woman's heart.。

  我已很久没有同穿着考究的人物坐在一起了,心里不免有几分忐忑不安,直到现在还闻得到那股甲醛味。或许谢尔盖也往这儿送货,不过谢天谢地,这儿没有人搔痒。有一股淡淡的香水味儿……非常淡。音乐会尚未开始众人脸上便显出百无聊赖的神情,这音乐会真是一种礼貌的自我折磨。指挥短短的指挥棒敲响后大家紧张地全神贯注了一阵,随即便是寂静无声—一种单调沉闷的、被管弦乐队奏出的沉着、不间断的轻微乐声反衬出的寂静。我的头脑出乎意料地清醒,好像脑壳里镶了一千面镜子。我的神经绷得紧紧的,十分激动,音符像玻璃球在一百万股水流上跳跃。以前我从不曾饿着肚子去听音乐会,没有任何声响能逃过我的耳朵,甚至最细小的别针落地的声音也听得见。好像我没有穿衣服,身上的每一个毛孔都是一只窗子,所有的窗子都敞开着,光亮穿透了我的内赃。我可以感觉到这光线就蜡缩在我肋骨的穹窿下,我的肋骨垂在一个空空如也的肚子上,响声使它颤抖,我不知道这种情形持续了多久,我早已失去时间和地点的概念。仿佛过了很久很久以后出现了一阵半自觉的状态,与之相抵的是一种平静感。我感到身体内有一个大湖泊,一个发出彩虹色光辉的湖泊,冷峻得像果冻。这个湖泊上突然形成一个个巨大螺旋,一群群腿细长、羽毛漂亮的候鸟出现了,它们一群群地从清凉的静止湖面上腾空飞起,从我的锁骨下飞过,消逝在一片白茫茫的空间里。然后,缓慢地、异常缓慢地,这些窗子关上了,我的器官也回到原来位置上,犹如一位戴白帽子的老妇在我身体内漫游。突然,剧院里的灯全亮了,我发现白色包厢里的那个男人原来竟是一个头上顶着一个花盆的女人,起初我还以为这是一位土耳其军官呢。我像小鸟一样轻松地由一条街飞奔到另一条街,仿佛刚从牢房里放出来。我用全新的目光看世界,万物都引起我极大的兴趣,甚至包括鸡毛蒜皮的小事。我在布尔索尼尔街站下看一家体育用品商店的橱窗,里面有一些照片展示”史前及史后”人类的标本。全是法国佬,有些人光着身于,只戴一副夹鼻眼镜,留一缕胡子。真不明白这些姑娘怎么爱上了双杠和哑铃。一个法国佬应该有个微微腆起的大肚子,像查露斯男爵那样。他也该蓄胡须,戴夹鼻眼镜,不过不该光着身子让人拍照。他该穿双闪闪发光的漆皮靴,短便衣口袋上应该别一条白手帕,露出来四分之三英寸。如果有条件,他还应该在上衣翻领上系一条红缓带,穿过纽眼,上床睡觉时还要换睡衣。

(本文作者:才松源) 引入非法经营罪 将高利贷关进法律的笼子里

  我已很久没有同穿着考究的人物坐在一起了,心里不免有几分忐忑不安,直到现在还闻得到那股甲醛味。或许谢尔盖也往这儿送货,不过谢天谢地,这儿没有人搔痒。有一股淡淡的香水味儿……非常淡。音乐会尚未开始众人脸上便显出百无聊赖的神情,这音乐会真是一种礼貌的自我折磨。指挥短短的指挥棒敲响后大家紧张地全神贯注了一阵,随即便是寂静无声—一种单调沉闷的、被管弦乐队奏出的沉着、不间断的轻微乐声反衬出的寂静。我的头脑出乎意料地清醒,好像脑壳里镶了一千面镜子。我的神经绷得紧紧的,十分激动,音符像玻璃球在一百万股水流上跳跃。以前我从不曾饿着肚子去听音乐会,没有任何声响能逃过我的耳朵,甚至最细小的别针落地的声音也听得见。好像我没有穿衣服,身上的每一个毛孔都是一只窗子,所有的窗子都敞开着,光亮穿透了我的内赃。我可以感觉到这光线就蜡缩在我肋骨的穹窿下,我的肋骨垂在一个空空如也的肚子上,响声使它颤抖,我不知道这种情形持续了多久,我早已失去时间和地点的概念。仿佛过了很久很久以后出现了一阵半自觉的状态,与之相抵的是一种平静感。我感到身体内有一个大湖泊,一个发出彩虹色光辉的湖泊,冷峻得像果冻。这个湖泊上突然形成一个个巨大螺旋,一群群腿细长、羽毛漂亮的候鸟出现了,它们一群群地从清凉的静止湖面上腾空飞起,从我的锁骨下飞过,消逝在一片白茫茫的空间里。然后,缓慢地、异常缓慢地,这些窗子关上了,我的器官也回到原来位置上,犹如一位戴白帽子的老妇在我身体内漫游。突然,剧院里的灯全亮了,我发现白色包厢里的那个男人原来竟是一个头上顶着一个花盆的女人,起初我还以为这是一位土耳其军官呢。  躺在走廊里的床垫上,杀菌剂的气味叫我喘不过气来,这种刺鼻的辣味儿似乎钻进了我身上的每一个毛孔。刚才吃过的东西又在口中散发出气味—廉价燕麦片、蘑菇、咸肉和煎苹果。我又看到躺在水果旁的那条小小的绦虫和谢尔盖向我解释狗出了什么毛病时摆在桌布上的各式各样的虫子。我看到”疯狂的牧羊女”歌舞场的空乐他,每一条裂缝里都藏着蟑螂、虱子和臭虫。我看到人们疯了似的搔自己身上,搔呀搔,直到搔出血来。我看到这些虫子像一支红色蚂蚁大军一样在布景上到处爬,吞下它们看见的一切。我看到合唱队的姑娘抛开薄纱外衣,光着身子跑过走道。我还看到正厅里的观众也脱掉衣服互相搔痒,活像一群猴子。  在附近的咖啡馆里—“艺术家咖啡馆”—他马上提议为我安排住宿,说他要在走廊地板上铺一张床垫。作为上课的酬劳,他说叫我每天免费吃一顿饭,一顿丰盛的俄国饭,如果由于什么原因没有吃上这顿饭他就给我五法郎。我觉得这主意很妙—妙极了。唯一的一个问题是,我每天如何从叙雷油赶到美国捷运公司去。。

In parting I manage to worm a franc fifty out of him. I try to squeeze another fifty centimes out of him but it's impossible. Anyway I've got enough for a coffee and croissants. Near the Gare St. Lazare there's a bar with reduced prices.

(本文作者:笪翰宇) 沿着圣母街往前走,我碰到佩克奥弗,另一个在报社工作的穷鬼。他抱怨说每夜只能睡三四个钟头觉,因为早上八点就得起来到一家牙医诊所去干活。他干这个活并不是为了钱,他解释道,这只是为了替自己买一副假牙。他说,”困得直打瞌睡时看清样可不容易,可我老婆还以为这差事像吃饭一样容易呢。她说,我若丢了工作她们咋办?”可是佩克奥弗对这个工作根本不感兴趣,这个工作甚至不允许他花钱。他只好存起香烟蒂,把它再填进烟斗里抽。他的外套是用别针别在一起的。他有口臭,手上总出汗,可是一夜只睡三个钟头。他说,”不该这样对待一个人,还有我的那位老板,若是我丢了一个分号他便会把我骂得尿裤子。”说起他老婆,他又补充道,”我的那个女人,我告诉你,她一点儿都不知道感激我。”I try to quiet myself. After all, this is a home I've found, and there's a meal waiting for me every day. And Serge is a brick, there's no doubt about that. But I can't sleep. It's like going to sleep in a morgue. The mattress is saturated with embalming fluid. It's a morgue for lice, bedbugs, cockroaches, tapeworms. I can't stand it. I won't stand it! After all I'm a man, not a louse.  碰巧,我在盥洗室里找到一张音乐会票,于是便像一只轻松愉快的鸟一样奔戈韦音乐厅去了。引座员脸色难看极了,因为我竟没有给他一点小费。每次从我身边经过时他都要征询似的看看我,希望我会突然想起这件事来。I met Serge under rather peculiar circumstances. Sniffing about for food I found myself toward noon the other day in the neighbourhood of the Folies Bergère - the back entrance, that is to say, in the narrow little lane with an iron gate at one end. I was dawdling about the stage entrance, hoping vaguely for a casual brush with one of the butterflies, when an open truck pulls up to the sidewalk. Seeing me standing there with my hands in my pockets the driver, who was Serge, asks me if I would give him a hand unloading the iron barrels. When he learns that I am an American and that I'm broke he almost weeps with joy. He has been looking high and low for an English teacher, it seems. I help him roll the barrels of insecticide inside and I look my fill at the butterflies fluttering about the wings. The incident takes on strange proportions to me - the empty house, the sawdust dolls bouncing in the wings, the barrels of germicide, the battleship "Potemkin" - above all, Serge's gentleness. He is big and tender, a man every inch of him, but with a woman's heart.光线传媒布局动漫效果初显 华谊兄弟经营困局难改

  谢尔盖坚持马上就开始,他给我车费,叫我晚上到叙雷讷来。我带着背包在吃晚饭前赶到了,目的是给谢尔盖上一课。已经有些客人到场了,看来他们一贯是一起吃的,大伙儿凑钱。  饭桌旁一共是我们八个,还有三条狗。狗先吃,它们吃的是燕麦片,然后我们才开始。我们也吃燕麦片—作为一种提胃口的佐餐食品。谢尔盖眨眨眼说,”在我们国家这是喂狗的。  一阵骚动,所有想咳嗽的人都尽情咳开了,传来脚在地板上蹭踏发出的声响、。

?铁桶。听说我是美国人而且生活无着,他差一点高兴得哭起来,看来他一直在到处寻找一个英语教师。我帮他把装杀虫剂的桶子滚进去,我尽情看着在舞台两侧到处奔跑的女演员。这件事在我心中留下怪诞的印象—空旷的房子、女演员像填装着锯未的洋娃娃似的在舞台两厢横冲直撞、一桶桶杀菌剂、战舰”波将金号”—而最难忘的是谢尔盖的温文尔雅。他是一个大块头,十分温柔,是一个十分地道的男子汉,却又生了一副女人的柔肠。In the café nearby - Café des Artistes - he proposes immediately to put me up; says he will put a mattress on the floor in the hallway. For the lessons he says he will give me a meal every day, a big Russian meal, or if for any reason the meal is lacking then five francs. It sounds wonderful to me - wonderful. The only question is, how will I get from Suresnes to the American Express every day?

(本文作者:鱼玉荣) 菲律宾南部强震已致至少7死数百人伤 民众避难

  一阵骚动,所有想咳嗽的人都尽情咳开了,传来脚在地板上蹭踏发出的声响、我像小鸟一样轻松地由一条街飞奔到另一条街,仿佛刚从牢房里放出来。我用全新的目光看世界,万物都引起我极大的兴趣,甚至包括鸡毛蒜皮的小事。我在布尔索尼尔街站下看一家体育用品商店的橱窗,里面有一些照片展示”史前及史后”人类的标本。全是法国佬,有些人光着身于,只戴一副夹鼻眼镜,留一缕胡子。真不明白这些姑娘怎么爱上了双杠和哑铃。一个法国佬应该有个微微腆起的大肚子,像查露斯男爵那样。他也该蓄胡须,戴夹鼻眼镜,不过不该光着身子让人拍照。他该穿双闪闪发光的漆皮靴,短便衣口袋上应该别一条白手帕,露出来四分之三英寸。如果有条件,他还应该在上衣翻领上系一条红缓带,穿过纽眼,上床睡觉时还要换睡衣。。

In parting I manage to worm a franc fifty out of him. I try to squeeze another fifty centimes out of him but it's impossible. Anyway I've got enough for a coffee and croissants. Near the Gare St. Lazare there's a bar with reduced prices.

(本文作者:门紫慧) I met Serge under rather peculiar circumstances. Sniffing about for food I found myself toward noon the other day in the neighbourhood of the Folies Bergère - the back entrance, that is to say, in the narrow little lane with an iron gate at one end. I was dawdling about the stage entrance, hoping vaguely for a casual brush with one of the butterflies, when an open truck pulls up to the sidewalk. Seeing me standing there with my hands in my pockets the driver, who was Serge, asks me if I would give him a hand unloading the iron barrels. When he learns that I am an American and that I'm broke he almost weeps with joy. He has been looking high and low for an English teacher, it seems. I help him roll the barrels of insecticide inside and I look my fill at the butterflies fluttering about the wings. The incident takes on strange proportions to me - the empty house, the sawdust dolls bouncing in the wings, the barrels of germicide, the battleship "Potemkin" - above all, Serge's gentleness. He is big and tender, a man every inch of him, but with a woman's heart.It's so long since I've sat in the company of well dressed people that I feel a bit panic-stricken. I can still smell the formaldehyde. Perhaps Serge makes deliveries here too. But nobody is scratching himself, thank God. A faint odor of perfume … very faint. Even before the music begins there is that bored look on people's faces. A polite form of self-imposed torture, the concert. For a moment, when the conductor raps with his little wand, there is a tense spasm of concentration followed almost immediately by a general slump, a quiet vegetable sort of repose induced by the steady, uninterrupted drizzle from the orchestra. My mind is curiously alert; it's as though my skull had a thousand mirrors inside it. My nerves are taut, vibrant! the notes are like glass balls dancing on a million jets of water. I've never been to a concert before on such an empty belly. Nothing escapes me, not even the tiniest pin falling. It's as though I had no clothes on and every pore of my body was a window and all the windows open and the light flooding my gizzards. I can feel the light curving under the vault of my ribs and my ribs hang there over a hollow nave trembling with reverberations. How long this lasts I have no idea; I have lost all sense of time and place. After what seems like an eternity there follows an interval of semiconsciousness balanced by such a calm that I feel a great lake inside me, a lake of iridescent sheen, cool as jelly; and over this lake, rising in great swooping spirals, there emerge flocks of birds of passage with long slim legs and brilliant plumage. Flock after flock surge up from the cool, still surface of the lake and, passing under my clavicles, lose themselves in the white sea of space. And then slowly, very slowly, as if an old woman in a white cap were going the rounds of my body, slowly the windows are closed and my organs drop back into place. Suddenly the lights flare up and the man in the white box whom I had taken for a Turkish officer turns out to be a woman with a flowerpot on her head.  傍晚我走近克利希广场时从那个装着一条假腿的小婊子面前经过,她日复一日地站在戈蒙宫对面。看起来她还不到十八岁,可我想她已有固定的客人了。午夜过后她用黑假腿一动不动地站在那儿,身后是一条小胡同,里面像一座地狱一样灯火通明。如今我心情轻松地从她身边经过,不知怎么搞的她使我联想起一只拴在桩上的鹅,一只肝上患了病的鹅,这样世人才得以享用它的鹅肝馅饼。带着那条木腿去睡觉一定很古怪,人们会联想到各种各样的事儿—木刺啦等等。行啦,各人对自己的口味就行!Approaching the Place Clichy toward evening I pass the little whore with the wooden stump who stands opposite the Gaumont Palace day in and day out. She doesn't look a day over eighteen. Has her regular customers, I suppose. After midnight she stands there in her black rig rooted to the spot. Back of her is the little alleyway that blazes like an inferno. Passing her now with a light heart she reminds me somehow of a goose tied to a stake, a goose with a diseased liver, so that the world may have paté de foie gras. Must be strange taking that wooden stump to bed with you. One imagines all sorts of things - splinters, etc. However, every man to his taste!  傍晚我走近克利希广场时从那个装着一条假腿的小婊子面前经过,她日复一日地站在戈蒙宫对面。看起来她还不到十八岁,可我想她已有固定的客人了。午夜过后她用黑假腿一动不动地站在那儿,身后是一条小胡同,里面像一座地狱一样灯火通明。如今我心情轻松地从她身边经过,不知怎么搞的她使我联想起一只拴在桩上的鹅,一只肝上患了病的鹅,这样世人才得以享用它的鹅肝馅饼。带着那条木腿去睡觉一定很古怪,人们会联想到各种各样的事儿—木刺啦等等。行啦,各人对自己的口味就行!“白头盔”又获美450万援助 曾被指勾结恐怖分子

There are eight of us at the table - and three dogs. The dogs eat first. They eat oatmeal. Then we commence. We eat oatmeal too - as an hors d'?uvre. "Chez nous," says Serge, with a twinkle in his eye, "C'est pour les chiens, les Quaker Oats. Ici pour le gentleman. ?a va." After the oatmeal, mushroom soup and vegetables; after that bacon omelet, fruit, red wine, vodka, coffee, cigarettes. Not bad, the Russian meal. Everyone talks with his mouth full. Toward the end of the mea Serge's wife, who is a lazy slut of an Armenian, flops on the couch and begins to nibble bonbons. She fishes around in the box with her fat fingers, nibbles a tiny piece to see if there is any juice inside, and then throws it on the floor for the dogs.I met Serge under rather peculiar circumstances. Sniffing about for food I found myself toward noon the other day in the neighbourhood of the Folies Bergère - the back entrance, that is to say, in the narrow little lane with an iron gate at one end. I was dawdling about the stage entrance, hoping vaguely for a casual brush with one of the butterflies, when an open truck pulls up to the sidewalk. Seeing me standing there with my hands in my pockets the driver, who was Serge, asks me if I would give him a hand unloading the iron barrels. When he learns that I am an American and that I'm broke he almost weeps with joy. He has been looking high and low for an English teacher, it seems. I help him roll the barrels of insecticide inside and I look my fill at the butterflies fluttering about the wings. The incident takes on strange proportions to me - the empty house, the sawdust dolls bouncing in the wings, the barrels of germicide, the battleship "Potemkin" - above all, Serge's gentleness. He is big and tender, a man every inch of him, but with a woman's heart.。

  一阵骚动,所有想咳嗽的人都尽情咳开了,传来脚在地板上蹭踏发出的声响、

(本文作者:宛英逸) 《少年的你》票房过5亿 青春片火了:这些A股暴涨?

The meal over, the guests rush away. They rush away precipitously, as if they feared a plague. Serge and I are left with the dogs - his wife has fallen asleep on the couch. Serge moves about unconcernedly, scraping the garbage for the dogs. "Dogs like very much," he says. "Very good for dogs. Little dog he has worms … he is too young yet." He bends down to examine some white worms lying on the carpet between the dog's paws. Tries to explain about the worms in English, but his vocabulary is lacking. Finally he consults the dictionary. "Ah," he says, looking at me exultantly, "tapeworms!" My response is evidently not very intelligent. Serge is confused. He gets down on his hands and knees to examine them better. He picks one up and lays it on the table beside the fruit. "Huh, him not very beeg," he grunts. "Next lesson you learn me worms, no? You are gude teacher. I make progress with you…"Light as a bird I flit about from one quarter to another. It's as though I had been released from prison. I look at the world with new eyes. Everything interests me profoundly. Even trifles. On the Rue du Faubourg Poissonnière I stop before the window of a physical culture establishment. There are photographs showing specimens of manhood "before and after." All frogs. Some of them are nude, except for a pince-nez or a beard. Can't understand how these birds fall for parallel bars and dumb bells. A frog should have just a wee bit of a paunch, like the Baron de Charlus. He should wear a beard and a pince nez, but he should never be photographed in the nude. He should wear twinkling patent leather boots and in the breast pocket of his sack coat there should be a white handkerchief protruding about three quarters of an inch above the vent. If possible, he should have a red ribbon in his lapel, through the buttonhole. He should wear pajamas on going to bed.。

Lying on the mattress in the hallway the odor of the germicide stifles me. A pungent, acrid odor that seems to invade every pore of my body. The food begins to repeat on me - the Quaker Oats, the mushrooms, the bacon, the fried apples. I see the little tapeworm lying beside the fruit and all the varieties of worms that Serge drew on the tablecloth to explain what was the matter with the dog. I see the empty pit of the Folies Bergère and in every crevice there are cockroaches and lice and bedbugs; I see people scratching themselves frantically, scratching and scratching until the blood comes. I see the worms crawling over the scenery like an army of red ants, devouring everything in sight. I see the chorus girls throwing away their gauze tunics and running through the aisles naked; I see the spectators in the pit throwing off their clothes also and scratching each other like monkeys.In the café nearby - Café des Artistes - he proposes immediately to put me up; says he will put a mattress on the floor in the hallway. For the lessons he says he will give me a meal every day, a big Russian meal, or if for any reason the meal is lacking then five francs. It sounds wonderful to me - wonderful. The only question is, how will I get from Suresnes to the American Express every day?

(本文作者:鲜映寒) 淘集集自救:面临挤兑风波 供应商变身股东合伙人

In parting I manage to worm a franc fifty out of him. I try to squeeze another fifty centimes out of him but it's impossible. Anyway I've got enough for a coffee and croissants. Near the Gare St. Lazare there's a bar with reduced prices.  在附近的咖啡馆里—“艺术家咖啡馆”—他马上提议为我安排住宿,说他要在走廊地板上铺一张床垫。作为上课的酬劳,他说叫我每天免费吃一顿饭,一顿丰盛的俄国饭,如果由于什么原因没有吃上这顿饭他就给我五法郎。我觉得这主意很妙—妙极了。唯一的一个问题是,我每天如何从叙雷油赶到美国捷运公司去。In the café nearby - Café des Artistes - he proposes immediately to put me up; says he will put a mattress on the floor in the hallway. For the lessons he says he will give me a meal every day, a big Russian meal, or if for any reason the meal is lacking then five francs. It sounds wonderful to me - wonderful. The only question is, how will I get from Suresnes to the American Express every day?。

The meal over, the guests rush away. They rush away precipitously, as if they feared a plague. Serge and I are left with the dogs - his wife has fallen asleep on the couch. Serge moves about unconcernedly, scraping the garbage for the dogs. "Dogs like very much," he says. "Very good for dogs. Little dog he has worms … he is too young yet." He bends down to examine some white worms lying on the carpet between the dog's paws. Tries to explain about the worms in English, but his vocabulary is lacking. Finally he consults the dictionary. "Ah," he says, looking at me exultantly, "tapeworms!" My response is evidently not very intelligent. Serge is confused. He gets down on his hands and knees to examine them better. He picks one up and lays it on the table beside the fruit. "Huh, him not very beeg," he grunts. "Next lesson you learn me worms, no? You are gude teacher. I make progress with you…"  傍晚我走近克利希广场时从那个装着一条假腿的小婊子面前经过,她日复一日地站在戈蒙宫对面。看起来她还不到十八岁,可我想她已有固定的客人了。午夜过后她用黑假腿一动不动地站在那儿,身后是一条小胡同,里面像一座地狱一样灯火通明。如今我心情轻松地从她身边经过,不知怎么搞的她使我联想起一只拴在桩上的鹅,一只肝上患了病的鹅,这样世人才得以享用它的鹅肝馅饼。带着那条木腿去睡觉一定很古怪,人们会联想到各种各样的事儿—木刺啦等等。行啦,各人对自己的口味就行!

(本文作者:夕莉莉) Part 6 Chapter 2?铁桶。听说我是美国人而且生活无着,他差一点高兴得哭起来,看来他一直在到处寻找一个英语教师。我帮他把装杀虫剂的桶子滚进去,我尽情看着在舞台两侧到处奔跑的女演员。这件事在我心中留下怪诞的印象—空旷的房子、女演员像填装着锯未的洋娃娃似的在舞台两厢横冲直撞、一桶桶杀菌剂、战舰”波将金号”—而最难忘的是谢尔盖的温文尔雅。他是一个大块头,十分温柔,是一个十分地道的男子汉,却又生了一副女人的柔肠。In parting I manage to worm a franc fifty out of him. I try to squeeze another fifty centimes out of him but it's impossible. Anyway I've got enough for a coffee and croissants. Near the Gare St. Lazare there's a bar with reduced prices.排放门槛提高 进口车环保检验新规11月起实施

Part 6 Chapter 2Serge insists that we begin at once - he gives me the carfare to get out to Suresnes in the evening. I arrive a little before dinner, with my knapsack, in order to give Serge a lesson. There are some guests on hand already - seems as though they always eat in a crowd, everybody chipping in.It's so long since I've sat in the company of well dressed people that I feel a bit panic-stricken. I can still smell the formaldehyde. Perhaps Serge makes deliveries here too. But nobody is scratching himself, thank God. A faint odor of perfume … very faint. Even before the music begins there is that bored look on people's faces. A polite form of self-imposed torture, the concert. For a moment, when the conductor raps with his little wand, there is a tense spasm of concentration followed almost immediately by a general slump, a quiet vegetable sort of repose induced by the steady, uninterrupted drizzle from the orchestra. My mind is curiously alert; it's as though my skull had a thousand mirrors inside it. My nerves are taut, vibrant! the notes are like glass balls dancing on a million jets of water. I've never been to a concert before on such an empty belly. Nothing escapes me, not even the tiniest pin falling. It's as though I had no clothes on and every pore of my body was a window and all the windows open and the light flooding my gizzards. I can feel the light curving under the vault of my ribs and my ribs hang there over a hollow nave trembling with reverberations. How long this lasts I have no idea; I have lost all sense of time and place. After what seems like an eternity there follows an interval of semiconsciousness balanced by such a calm that I feel a great lake inside me, a lake of iridescent sheen, cool as jelly; and over this lake, rising in great swooping spirals, there emerge flocks of birds of passage with long slim legs and brilliant plumage. Flock after flock surge up from the cool, still surface of the lake and, passing under my clavicles, lose themselves in the white sea of space. And then slowly, very slowly, as if an old woman in a white cap were going the rounds of my body, slowly the windows are closed and my organs drop back into place. Suddenly the lights flare up and the man in the white box whom I had taken for a Turkish officer turns out to be a woman with a flowerpot on her head.。

  饭桌旁一共是我们八个,还有三条狗。狗先吃,它们吃的是燕麦片,然后我们才开始。我们也吃燕麦片—作为一种提胃口的佐餐食品。谢尔盖眨眨眼说,”在我们国家这是喂狗的。?铁桶。听说我是美国人而且生活无着,他差一点高兴得哭起来,看来他一直在到处寻找一个英语教师。我帮他把装杀虫剂的桶子滚进去,我尽情看着在舞台两侧到处奔跑的女演员。这件事在我心中留下怪诞的印象—空旷的房子、女演员像填装着锯未的洋娃娃似的在舞台两厢横冲直撞、一桶桶杀菌剂、战舰”波将金号”—而最难忘的是谢尔盖的温文尔雅。他是一个大块头,十分温柔,是一个十分地道的男子汉,却又生了一副女人的柔肠。

(本文作者:辉幼旋) 李义举:社会融资状况改善有助于改善市场流动性

I met Serge under rather peculiar circumstances. Sniffing about for food I found myself toward noon the other day in the neighbourhood of the Folies Bergère - the back entrance, that is to say, in the narrow little lane with an iron gate at one end. I was dawdling about the stage entrance, hoping vaguely for a casual brush with one of the butterflies, when an open truck pulls up to the sidewalk. Seeing me standing there with my hands in my pockets the driver, who was Serge, asks me if I would give him a hand unloading the iron barrels. When he learns that I am an American and that I'm broke he almost weeps with joy. He has been looking high and low for an English teacher, it seems. I help him roll the barrels of insecticide inside and I look my fill at the butterflies fluttering about the wings. The incident takes on strange proportions to me - the empty house, the sawdust dolls bouncing in the wings, the barrels of germicide, the battleship "Potemkin" - above all, Serge's gentleness. He is big and tender, a man every inch of him, but with a woman's heart.  躺在走廊里的床垫上,杀菌剂的气味叫我喘不过气来,这种刺鼻的辣味儿似乎钻进了我身上的每一个毛孔。刚才吃过的东西又在口中散发出气味—廉价燕麦片、蘑菇、咸肉和煎苹果。我又看到躺在水果旁的那条小小的绦虫和谢尔盖向我解释狗出了什么毛病时摆在桌布上的各式各样的虫子。我看到”疯狂的牧羊女”歌舞场的空乐他,每一条裂缝里都藏着蟑螂、虱子和臭虫。我看到人们疯了似的搔自己身上,搔呀搔,直到搔出血来。我看到这些虫子像一支红色蚂蚁大军一样在布景上到处爬,吞下它们看见的一切。我看到合唱队的姑娘抛开薄纱外衣,光着身子跑过走道。我还看到正厅里的观众也脱掉衣服互相搔痒,活像一群猴子。  分手时我设法从他那儿骗了一个半法郎,我想再榨出五十生丁,可是办不到。不过我弄到手的已足够喝一杯咖啡,吃一块月牙形蛋卷了,圣拉扎尔车站那儿有一家供应降价食品的酒吧。。

  我已很久没有同穿着考究的人物坐在一起了,心里不免有几分忐忑不安,直到现在还闻得到那股甲醛味。或许谢尔盖也往这儿送货,不过谢天谢地,这儿没有人搔痒。有一股淡淡的香水味儿……非常淡。音乐会尚未开始众人脸上便显出百无聊赖的神情,这音乐会真是一种礼貌的自我折磨。指挥短短的指挥棒敲响后大家紧张地全神贯注了一阵,随即便是寂静无声—一种单调沉闷的、被管弦乐队奏出的沉着、不间断的轻微乐声反衬出的寂静。我的头脑出乎意料地清醒,好像脑壳里镶了一千面镜子。我的神经绷得紧紧的,十分激动,音符像玻璃球在一百万股水流上跳跃。以前我从不曾饿着肚子去听音乐会,没有任何声响能逃过我的耳朵,甚至最细小的别针落地的声音也听得见。好像我没有穿衣服,身上的每一个毛孔都是一只窗子,所有的窗子都敞开着,光亮穿透了我的内赃。我可以感觉到这光线就蜡缩在我肋骨的穹窿下,我的肋骨垂在一个空空如也的肚子上,响声使它颤抖,我不知道这种情形持续了多久,我早已失去时间和地点的概念。仿佛过了很久很久以后出现了一阵半自觉的状态,与之相抵的是一种平静感。我感到身体内有一个大湖泊,一个发出彩虹色光辉的湖泊,冷峻得像果冻。这个湖泊上突然形成一个个巨大螺旋,一群群腿细长、羽毛漂亮的候鸟出现了,它们一群群地从清凉的静止湖面上腾空飞起,从我的锁骨下飞过,消逝在一片白茫茫的空间里。然后,缓慢地、异常缓慢地,这些窗子关上了,我的器官也回到原来位置上,犹如一位戴白帽子的老妇在我身体内漫游。突然,剧院里的灯全亮了,我发现白色包厢里的那个男人原来竟是一个头上顶着一个花盆的女人,起初我还以为这是一位土耳其军官呢。

(本文作者:乜珩沂) In parting I manage to worm a franc fifty out of him. I try to squeeze another fifty centimes out of him but it's impossible. Anyway I've got enough for a coffee and croissants. Near the Gare St. Lazare there's a bar with reduced prices.

2.韩国放弃WTO“发展中国家”优惠 只因美国施压?

  谢尔盖坚持马上就开始,他给我车费,叫我晚上到叙雷讷来。我带着背包在吃晚饭前赶到了,目的是给谢尔盖上一课。已经有些客人到场了,看来他们一贯是一起吃的,大伙儿凑钱。Going down the Rue des Dames I bump into Peckover, another poor devil who works on the paper. He complains of getting only three or four hours' sleep a night - has to get up at eight in the morning to work at a dentist's office. It isn't for the money he's doing it, so he explains - it's for to buy himself a set of false teeth. "It's hard to read proof when you're dropping with sleep," he says. "The wife, she thinks I've got a cinch of it. What would we do if you lost your job? she says." But Peckover doesn't give a damn about the job; it doesn't even allow him spending money. He has to save his cigarette butts and use them for pipe tobacco. His coat is held together with pins. He has halitosis and his hands sweat. And only three hours' sleep a night. "It's no way to treat a man," he says. "And that boss of mine, he bawls the piss out of me if I miss a semicolon." Speaking of his wife he adds: "That woman of mine, she's got no fucking gratitude, I tell you!"Light as a bird I flit about from one quarter to another. It's as though I had been released from prison. I look at the world with new eyes. Everything interests me profoundly. Even trifles. On the Rue du Faubourg Poissonnière I stop before the window of a physical culture establishment. There are photographs showing specimens of manhood "before and after." All frogs. Some of them are nude, except for a pince-nez or a beard. Can't understand how these birds fall for parallel bars and dumb bells. A frog should have just a wee bit of a paunch, like the Baron de Charlus. He should wear a beard and a pince nez, but he should never be photographed in the nude. He should wear twinkling patent leather boots and in the breast pocket of his sack coat there should be a white handkerchief protruding about three quarters of an inch above the vent. If possible, he should have a red ribbon in his lapel, through the buttonhole. He should wear pajamas on going to bed.。

我像小鸟一样轻松地由一条街飞奔到另一条街,仿佛刚从牢房里放出来。我用全新的目光看世界,万物都引起我极大的兴趣,甚至包括鸡毛蒜皮的小事。我在布尔索尼尔街站下看一家体育用品商店的橱窗,里面有一些照片展示”史前及史后”人类的标本。全是法国佬,有些人光着身于,只戴一副夹鼻眼镜,留一缕胡子。真不明白这些姑娘怎么爱上了双杠和哑铃。一个法国佬应该有个微微腆起的大肚子,像查露斯男爵那样。他也该蓄胡须,戴夹鼻眼镜,不过不该光着身子让人拍照。他该穿双闪闪发光的漆皮靴,短便衣口袋上应该别一条白手帕,露出来四分之三英寸。如果有条件,他还应该在上衣翻领上系一条红缓带,穿过纽眼,上床睡觉时还要换睡衣。There are eight of us at the table - and three dogs. The dogs eat first. They eat oatmeal. Then we commence. We eat oatmeal too - as an hors d'?uvre. "Chez nous," says Serge, with a twinkle in his eye, "C'est pour les chiens, les Quaker Oats. Ici pour le gentleman. ?a va." After the oatmeal, mushroom soup and vegetables; after that bacon omelet, fruit, red wine, vodka, coffee, cigarettes. Not bad, the Russian meal. Everyone talks with his mouth full. Toward the end of the mea Serge's wife, who is a lazy slut of an Armenian, flops on the couch and begins to nibble bonbons. She fishes around in the box with her fat fingers, nibbles a tiny piece to see if there is any juice inside, and then throws it on the floor for the dogs.Going down the Rue des Dames I bump into Peckover, another poor devil who works on the paper. He complains of getting only three or four hours' sleep a night - has to get up at eight in the morning to work at a dentist's office. It isn't for the money he's doing it, so he explains - it's for to buy himself a set of false teeth. "It's hard to read proof when you're dropping with sleep," he says. "The wife, she thinks I've got a cinch of it. What would we do if you lost your job? she says." But Peckover doesn't give a damn about the job; it doesn't even allow him spending money. He has to save his cigarette butts and use them for pipe tobacco. His coat is held together with pins. He has halitosis and his hands sweat. And only three hours' sleep a night. "It's no way to treat a man," he says. "And that boss of mine, he bawls the piss out of me if I miss a semicolon." Speaking of his wife he adds: "That woman of mine, she's got no fucking gratitude, I tell you!"

(本文作者:宜锝会)

河南拟严惩滥发垃圾短信行为 最高罚款3万元

Going down the Rue des Dames I bump into Peckover, another poor devil who works on the paper. He complains of getting only three or four hours' sleep a night - has to get up at eight in the morning to work at a dentist's office. It isn't for the money he's doing it, so he explains - it's for to buy himself a set of false teeth. "It's hard to read proof when you're dropping with sleep," he says. "The wife, she thinks I've got a cinch of it. What would we do if you lost your job? she says." But Peckover doesn't give a damn about the job; it doesn't even allow him spending money. He has to save his cigarette butts and use them for pipe tobacco. His coat is held together with pins. He has halitosis and his hands sweat. And only three hours' sleep a night. "It's no way to treat a man," he says. "And that boss of mine, he bawls the piss out of me if I miss a semicolon." Speaking of his wife he adds: "That woman of mine, she's got no fucking gratitude, I tell you!"  分手时我设法从他那儿骗了一个半法郎,我想再榨出五十生丁,可是办不到。不过我弄到手的已足够喝一杯咖啡,吃一块月牙形蛋卷了,圣拉扎尔车站那儿有一家供应降价食品的酒吧。Part 6 Chapter 2。

  一阵骚动,所有想咳嗽的人都尽情咳开了,传来脚在地板上蹭踏发出的声响、Lying on the mattress in the hallway the odor of the germicide stifles me. A pungent, acrid odor that seems to invade every pore of my body. The food begins to repeat on me - the Quaker Oats, the mushrooms, the bacon, the fried apples. I see the little tapeworm lying beside the fruit and all the varieties of worms that Serge drew on the tablecloth to explain what was the matter with the dog. I see the empty pit of the Folies Bergère and in every crevice there are cockroaches and lice and bedbugs; I see people scratching themselves frantically, scratching and scratching until the blood comes. I see the worms crawling over the scenery like an army of red ants, devouring everything in sight. I see the chorus girls throwing away their gauze tunics and running through the aisles naked; I see the spectators in the pit throwing off their clothes also and scratching each other like monkeys.  分手时我设法从他那儿骗了一个半法郎,我想再榨出五十生丁,可是办不到。不过我弄到手的已足够喝一杯咖啡,吃一块月牙形蛋卷了,圣拉扎尔车站那儿有一家供应降价食品的酒吧。

(本文作者:龙语蓉) 涉房交易管控再升级:银行信用卡风控进一步收紧

  分手时我设法从他那儿骗了一个半法郎,我想再榨出五十生丁,可是办不到。不过我弄到手的已足够喝一杯咖啡,吃一块月牙形蛋卷了,圣拉扎尔车站那儿有一家供应降价食品的酒吧。。

  碰巧,我在盥洗室里找到一张音乐会票,于是便像一只轻松愉快的鸟一样奔戈韦音乐厅去了。引座员脸色难看极了,因为我竟没有给他一点小费。每次从我身边经过时他都要征询似的看看我,希望我会突然想起这件事来。  一阵骚动,所有想咳嗽的人都尽情咳开了,传来脚在地板上蹭踏发出的声响、

(本文作者:典宝彬) 上交所修订股份质押公告格式:强化控股股东信披要求

  我试图叫自己平静下来。不管怎么说,这毕竟是我找到的一个家,每天有一顿现成饭吃,而且谢尔盖无疑是个热心人。可是我无法入睡,这简直如同在陈尸所里睡觉一样。床垫已被散发出香气的液体浸透,已成了虱子,臭虫、蟑螂和绦虫的陈尸所。我忍受不了。我不愿忍受!毕竟我还是一个人,不是一个虱子。In the café nearby - Café des Artistes - he proposes immediately to put me up; says he will put a mattress on the floor in the hallway. For the lessons he says he will give me a meal every day, a big Russian meal, or if for any reason the meal is lacking then five francs. It sounds wonderful to me - wonderful. The only question is, how will I get from Suresnes to the American Express every day?  我已很久没有同穿着考究的人物坐在一起了,心里不免有几分忐忑不安,直到现在还闻得到那股甲醛味。或许谢尔盖也往这儿送货,不过谢天谢地,这儿没有人搔痒。有一股淡淡的香水味儿……非常淡。音乐会尚未开始众人脸上便显出百无聊赖的神情,这音乐会真是一种礼貌的自我折磨。指挥短短的指挥棒敲响后大家紧张地全神贯注了一阵,随即便是寂静无声—一种单调沉闷的、被管弦乐队奏出的沉着、不间断的轻微乐声反衬出的寂静。我的头脑出乎意料地清醒,好像脑壳里镶了一千面镜子。我的神经绷得紧紧的,十分激动,音符像玻璃球在一百万股水流上跳跃。以前我从不曾饿着肚子去听音乐会,没有任何声响能逃过我的耳朵,甚至最细小的别针落地的声音也听得见。好像我没有穿衣服,身上的每一个毛孔都是一只窗子,所有的窗子都敞开着,光亮穿透了我的内赃。我可以感觉到这光线就蜡缩在我肋骨的穹窿下,我的肋骨垂在一个空空如也的肚子上,响声使它颤抖,我不知道这种情形持续了多久,我早已失去时间和地点的概念。仿佛过了很久很久以后出现了一阵半自觉的状态,与之相抵的是一种平静感。我感到身体内有一个大湖泊,一个发出彩虹色光辉的湖泊,冷峻得像果冻。这个湖泊上突然形成一个个巨大螺旋,一群群腿细长、羽毛漂亮的候鸟出现了,它们一群群地从清凉的静止湖面上腾空飞起,从我的锁骨下飞过,消逝在一片白茫茫的空间里。然后,缓慢地、异常缓慢地,这些窗子关上了,我的器官也回到原来位置上,犹如一位戴白帽子的老妇在我身体内漫游。突然,剧院里的灯全亮了,我发现白色包厢里的那个男人原来竟是一个头上顶着一个花盆的女人,起初我还以为这是一位土耳其军官呢。。

In the café nearby - Café des Artistes - he proposes immediately to put me up; says he will put a mattress on the floor in the hallway. For the lessons he says he will give me a meal every day, a big Russian meal, or if for any reason the meal is lacking then five francs. It sounds wonderful to me - wonderful. The only question is, how will I get from Suresnes to the American Express every day??铁桶。听说我是美国人而且生活无着,他差一点高兴得哭起来,看来他一直在到处寻找一个英语教师。我帮他把装杀虫剂的桶子滚进去,我尽情看着在舞台两侧到处奔跑的女演员。这件事在我心中留下怪诞的印象—空旷的房子、女演员像填装着锯未的洋娃娃似的在舞台两厢横冲直撞、一桶桶杀菌剂、战舰”波将金号”—而最难忘的是谢尔盖的温文尔雅。他是一个大块头,十分温柔,是一个十分地道的男子汉,却又生了一副女人的柔肠。Light as a bird I flit about from one quarter to another. It's as though I had been released from prison. I look at the world with new eyes. Everything interests me profoundly. Even trifles. On the Rue du Faubourg Poissonnière I stop before the window of a physical culture establishment. There are photographs showing specimens of manhood "before and after." All frogs. Some of them are nude, except for a pince-nez or a beard. Can't understand how these birds fall for parallel bars and dumb bells. A frog should have just a wee bit of a paunch, like the Baron de Charlus. He should wear a beard and a pince nez, but he should never be photographed in the nude. He should wear twinkling patent leather boots and in the breast pocket of his sack coat there should be a white handkerchief protruding about three quarters of an inch above the vent. If possible, he should have a red ribbon in his lapel, through the buttonhole. He should wear pajamas on going to bed.

(本文作者:阳子珩) 陈茂波:香港经济受全方位打击 恐全年经济负增长

Part 6 Chapter 2  到了早晨我等着谢尔盖装车,我叫他把我带到巴黎去,却不忍心告诉他我就要走了。我把背包留下了,还有他给我的几件东西。我们到佩里埃广场时我跳下来了,在这儿溜掉并没有什么特殊原因。我是自由的—这才是最要紧的……In the café nearby - Café des Artistes - he proposes immediately to put me up; says he will put a mattress on the floor in the hallway. For the lessons he says he will give me a meal every day, a big Russian meal, or if for any reason the meal is lacking then five francs. It sounds wonderful to me - wonderful. The only question is, how will I get from Suresnes to the American Express every day?。

  一阵骚动,所有想咳嗽的人都尽情咳开了,传来脚在地板上蹭踏发出的声响、  躺在走廊里的床垫上,杀菌剂的气味叫我喘不过气来,这种刺鼻的辣味儿似乎钻进了我身上的每一个毛孔。刚才吃过的东西又在口中散发出气味—廉价燕麦片、蘑菇、咸肉和煎苹果。我又看到躺在水果旁的那条小小的绦虫和谢尔盖向我解释狗出了什么毛病时摆在桌布上的各式各样的虫子。我看到”疯狂的牧羊女”歌舞场的空乐他,每一条裂缝里都藏着蟑螂、虱子和臭虫。我看到人们疯了似的搔自己身上,搔呀搔,直到搔出血来。我看到这些虫子像一支红色蚂蚁大军一样在布景上到处爬,吞下它们看见的一切。我看到合唱队的姑娘抛开薄纱外衣,光着身子跑过走道。我还看到正厅里的观众也脱掉衣服互相搔痒,活像一群猴子。  傍晚我走近克利希广场时从那个装着一条假腿的小婊子面前经过,她日复一日地站在戈蒙宫对面。看起来她还不到十八岁,可我想她已有固定的客人了。午夜过后她用黑假腿一动不动地站在那儿,身后是一条小胡同,里面像一座地狱一样灯火通明。如今我心情轻松地从她身边经过,不知怎么搞的她使我联想起一只拴在桩上的鹅,一只肝上患了病的鹅,这样世人才得以享用它的鹅肝馅饼。带着那条木腿去睡觉一定很古怪,人们会联想到各种各样的事儿—木刺啦等等。行啦,各人对自己的口味就行!

(本文作者:邬霞姝)

3.There are eight of us at the table - and three dogs. The dogs eat first. They eat oatmeal. Then we commence. We eat oatmeal too - as an hors d'?uvre. "Chez nous," says Serge, with a twinkle in his eye, "C'est pour les chiens, les Quaker Oats. Ici pour le gentleman. ?a va." After the oatmeal, mushroom soup and vegetables; after that bacon omelet, fruit, red wine, vodka, coffee, cigarettes. Not bad, the Russian meal. Everyone talks with his mouth full. Toward the end of the mea Serge's wife, who is a lazy slut of an Armenian, flops on the couch and begins to nibble bonbons. She fishes around in the box with her fat fingers, nibbles a tiny piece to see if there is any juice inside, and then throws it on the floor for the dogs.。

  饭桌旁一共是我们八个,还有三条狗。狗先吃,它们吃的是燕麦片,然后我们才开始。我们也吃燕麦片—作为一种提胃口的佐餐食品。谢尔盖眨眨眼说,”在我们国家这是喂狗的。Serge insists that we begin at once - he gives me the carfare to get out to Suresnes in the evening. I arrive a little before dinner, with my knapsack, in order to give Serge a lesson. There are some guests on hand already - seems as though they always eat in a crowd, everybody chipping in.  在这里却是给绅士的,这样行吗?”吃完了燕麦片便上蘑菇汤和蔬菜,过后是咸肉蛋卷、水果、红葡萄酒、伏特加、咖啡和香烟。俄国饭还不错,每个人说话时嘴里都塞得满满的。饭快吃完时谢尔盖的老婆—一个很懒的亚美尼亚婆娘---屁股坐在沙发上啃起夹心糖来,她把肥胖的手指伸进盒子里去摸一块,啃下一点点看里面是否有果汁,然后就把它扔到地板上喂狗。  一阵骚动,所有想咳嗽的人都尽情咳开了,传来脚在地板上蹭踏发出的声响、Light as a bird I flit about from one quarter to another. It's as though I had been released from prison. I look at the world with new eyes. Everything interests me profoundly. Even trifles. On the Rue du Faubourg Poissonnière I stop before the window of a physical culture establishment. There are photographs showing specimens of manhood "before and after." All frogs. Some of them are nude, except for a pince-nez or a beard. Can't understand how these birds fall for parallel bars and dumb bells. A frog should have just a wee bit of a paunch, like the Baron de Charlus. He should wear a beard and a pince nez, but he should never be photographed in the nude. He should wear twinkling patent leather boots and in the breast pocket of his sack coat there should be a white handkerchief protruding about three quarters of an inch above the vent. If possible, he should have a red ribbon in his lapel, through the buttonhole. He should wear pajamas on going to bed.  傍晚我走近克利希广场时从那个装着一条假腿的小婊子面前经过,她日复一日地站在戈蒙宫对面。看起来她还不到十八岁,可我想她已有固定的客人了。午夜过后她用黑假腿一动不动地站在那儿,身后是一条小胡同,里面像一座地狱一样灯火通明。如今我心情轻松地从她身边经过,不知怎么搞的她使我联想起一只拴在桩上的鹅,一只肝上患了病的鹅,这样世人才得以享用它的鹅肝馅饼。带着那条木腿去睡觉一定很古怪,人们会联想到各种各样的事儿—木刺啦等等。行啦,各人对自己的口味就行!  到了早晨我等着谢尔盖装车,我叫他把我带到巴黎去,却不忍心告诉他我就要走了。我把背包留下了,还有他给我的几件东西。我们到佩里埃广场时我跳下来了,在这儿溜掉并没有什么特殊原因。我是自由的—这才是最要紧的……In the café nearby - Café des Artistes - he proposes immediately to put me up; says he will put a mattress on the floor in the hallway. For the lessons he says he will give me a meal every day, a big Russian meal, or if for any reason the meal is lacking then five francs. It sounds wonderful to me - wonderful. The only question is, how will I get from Suresnes to the American Express every day?  我已很久没有同穿着考究的人物坐在一起了,心里不免有几分忐忑不安,直到现在还闻得到那股甲醛味。或许谢尔盖也往这儿送货,不过谢天谢地,这儿没有人搔痒。有一股淡淡的香水味儿……非常淡。音乐会尚未开始众人脸上便显出百无聊赖的神情,这音乐会真是一种礼貌的自我折磨。指挥短短的指挥棒敲响后大家紧张地全神贯注了一阵,随即便是寂静无声—一种单调沉闷的、被管弦乐队奏出的沉着、不间断的轻微乐声反衬出的寂静。我的头脑出乎意料地清醒,好像脑壳里镶了一千面镜子。我的神经绷得紧紧的,十分激动,音符像玻璃球在一百万股水流上跳跃。以前我从不曾饿着肚子去听音乐会,没有任何声响能逃过我的耳朵,甚至最细小的别针落地的声音也听得见。好像我没有穿衣服,身上的每一个毛孔都是一只窗子,所有的窗子都敞开着,光亮穿透了我的内赃。我可以感觉到这光线就蜡缩在我肋骨的穹窿下,我的肋骨垂在一个空空如也的肚子上,响声使它颤抖,我不知道这种情形持续了多久,我早已失去时间和地点的概念。仿佛过了很久很久以后出现了一阵半自觉的状态,与之相抵的是一种平静感。我感到身体内有一个大湖泊,一个发出彩虹色光辉的湖泊,冷峻得像果冻。这个湖泊上突然形成一个个巨大螺旋,一群群腿细长、羽毛漂亮的候鸟出现了,它们一群群地从清凉的静止湖面上腾空飞起,从我的锁骨下飞过,消逝在一片白茫茫的空间里。然后,缓慢地、异常缓慢地,这些窗子关上了,我的器官也回到原来位置上,犹如一位戴白帽子的老妇在我身体内漫游。突然,剧院里的灯全亮了,我发现白色包厢里的那个男人原来竟是一个头上顶着一个花盆的女人,起初我还以为这是一位土耳其军官呢。

Part 6 Chapter 2Serge insists that we begin at once - he gives me the carfare to get out to Suresnes in the evening. I arrive a little before dinner, with my knapsack, in order to give Serge a lesson. There are some guests on hand already - seems as though they always eat in a crowd, everybody chipping in.Light as a bird I flit about from one quarter to another. It's as though I had been released from prison. I look at the world with new eyes. Everything interests me profoundly. Even trifles. On the Rue du Faubourg Poissonnière I stop before the window of a physical culture establishment. There are photographs showing specimens of manhood "before and after." All frogs. Some of them are nude, except for a pince-nez or a beard. Can't understand how these birds fall for parallel bars and dumb bells. A frog should have just a wee bit of a paunch, like the Baron de Charlus. He should wear a beard and a pince nez, but he should never be photographed in the nude. He should wear twinkling patent leather boots and in the breast pocket of his sack coat there should be a white handkerchief protruding about three quarters of an inch above the vent. If possible, he should have a red ribbon in his lapel, through the buttonhole. He should wear pajamas on going to bed.。

It's so long since I've sat in the company of well dressed people that I feel a bit panic-stricken. I can still smell the formaldehyde. Perhaps Serge makes deliveries here too. But nobody is scratching himself, thank God. A faint odor of perfume … very faint. Even before the music begins there is that bored look on people's faces. A polite form of self-imposed torture, the concert. For a moment, when the conductor raps with his little wand, there is a tense spasm of concentration followed almost immediately by a general slump, a quiet vegetable sort of repose induced by the steady, uninterrupted drizzle from the orchestra. My mind is curiously alert; it's as though my skull had a thousand mirrors inside it. My nerves are taut, vibrant! the notes are like glass balls dancing on a million jets of water. I've never been to a concert before on such an empty belly. Nothing escapes me, not even the tiniest pin falling. It's as though I had no clothes on and every pore of my body was a window and all the windows open and the light flooding my gizzards. I can feel the light curving under the vault of my ribs and my ribs hang there over a hollow nave trembling with reverberations. How long this lasts I have no idea; I have lost all sense of time and place. After what seems like an eternity there follows an interval of semiconsciousness balanced by such a calm that I feel a great lake inside me, a lake of iridescent sheen, cool as jelly; and over this lake, rising in great swooping spirals, there emerge flocks of birds of passage with long slim legs and brilliant plumage. Flock after flock surge up from the cool, still surface of the lake and, passing under my clavicles, lose themselves in the white sea of space. And then slowly, very slowly, as if an old woman in a white cap were going the rounds of my body, slowly the windows are closed and my organs drop back into place. Suddenly the lights flare up and the man in the white box whom I had taken for a Turkish officer turns out to be a woman with a flowerpot on her head.Part 6 Chapter 2

(本文作者:印从雪)   我已很久没有同穿着考究的人物坐在一起了,心里不免有几分忐忑不安,直到现在还闻得到那股甲醛味。或许谢尔盖也往这儿送货,不过谢天谢地,这儿没有人搔痒。有一股淡淡的香水味儿……非常淡。音乐会尚未开始众人脸上便显出百无聊赖的神情,这音乐会真是一种礼貌的自我折磨。指挥短短的指挥棒敲响后大家紧张地全神贯注了一阵,随即便是寂静无声—一种单调沉闷的、被管弦乐队奏出的沉着、不间断的轻微乐声反衬出的寂静。我的头脑出乎意料地清醒,好像脑壳里镶了一千面镜子。我的神经绷得紧紧的,十分激动,音符像玻璃球在一百万股水流上跳跃。以前我从不曾饿着肚子去听音乐会,没有任何声响能逃过我的耳朵,甚至最细小的别针落地的声音也听得见。好像我没有穿衣服,身上的每一个毛孔都是一只窗子,所有的窗子都敞开着,光亮穿透了我的内赃。我可以感觉到这光线就蜡缩在我肋骨的穹窿下,我的肋骨垂在一个空空如也的肚子上,响声使它颤抖,我不知道这种情形持续了多久,我早已失去时间和地点的概念。仿佛过了很久很久以后出现了一阵半自觉的状态,与之相抵的是一种平静感。我感到身体内有一个大湖泊,一个发出彩虹色光辉的湖泊,冷峻得像果冻。这个湖泊上突然形成一个个巨大螺旋,一群群腿细长、羽毛漂亮的候鸟出现了,它们一群群地从清凉的静止湖面上腾空飞起,从我的锁骨下飞过,消逝在一片白茫茫的空间里。然后,缓慢地、异常缓慢地,这些窗子关上了,我的器官也回到原来位置上,犹如一位戴白帽子的老妇在我身体内漫游。突然,剧院里的灯全亮了,我发现白色包厢里的那个男人原来竟是一个头上顶着一个花盆的女人,起初我还以为这是一位土耳其军官呢。  碰巧,我在盥洗室里找到一张音乐会票,于是便像一只轻松愉快的鸟一样奔戈韦音乐厅去了。引座员脸色难看极了,因为我竟没有给他一点小费。每次从我身边经过时他都要征询似的看看我,希望我会突然想起这件事来。  分手时我设法从他那儿骗了一个半法郎,我想再榨出五十生丁,可是办不到。不过我弄到手的已足够喝一杯咖啡,吃一块月牙形蛋卷了,圣拉扎尔车站那儿有一家供应降价食品的酒吧。  在附近的咖啡馆里—“艺术家咖啡馆”—他马上提议为我安排住宿,说他要在走廊地板上铺一张床垫。作为上课的酬劳,他说叫我每天免费吃一顿饭,一顿丰盛的俄国饭,如果由于什么原因没有吃上这顿饭他就给我五法郎。我觉得这主意很妙—妙极了。唯一的一个问题是,我每天如何从叙雷油赶到美国捷运公司去。

Lying on the mattress in the hallway the odor of the germicide stifles me. A pungent, acrid odor that seems to invade every pore of my body. The food begins to repeat on me - the Quaker Oats, the mushrooms, the bacon, the fried apples. I see the little tapeworm lying beside the fruit and all the varieties of worms that Serge drew on the tablecloth to explain what was the matter with the dog. I see the empty pit of the Folies Bergère and in every crevice there are cockroaches and lice and bedbugs; I see people scratching themselves frantically, scratching and scratching until the blood comes. I see the worms crawling over the scenery like an army of red ants, devouring everything in sight. I see the chorus girls throwing away their gauze tunics and running through the aisles naked; I see the spectators in the pit throwing off their clothes also and scratching each other like monkeys.  一阵骚动,所有想咳嗽的人都尽情咳开了,传来脚在地板上蹭踏发出的声响、  一阵骚动,所有想咳嗽的人都尽情咳开了,传来脚在地板上蹭踏发出的声响、

(本文作者:练禹丞)

4.  躺在走廊里的床垫上,杀菌剂的气味叫我喘不过气来,这种刺鼻的辣味儿似乎钻进了我身上的每一个毛孔。刚才吃过的东西又在口中散发出气味—廉价燕麦片、蘑菇、咸肉和煎苹果。我又看到躺在水果旁的那条小小的绦虫和谢尔盖向我解释狗出了什么毛病时摆在桌布上的各式各样的虫子。我看到”疯狂的牧羊女”歌舞场的空乐他,每一条裂缝里都藏着蟑螂、虱子和臭虫。我看到人们疯了似的搔自己身上,搔呀搔,直到搔出血来。我看到这些虫子像一支红色蚂蚁大军一样在布景上到处爬,吞下它们看见的一切。我看到合唱队的姑娘抛开薄纱外衣,光着身子跑过走道。我还看到正厅里的观众也脱掉衣服互相搔痒,活像一群猴子。  我已很久没有同穿着考究的人物坐在一起了,心里不免有几分忐忑不安,直到现在还闻得到那股甲醛味。或许谢尔盖也往这儿送货,不过谢天谢地,这儿没有人搔痒。有一股淡淡的香水味儿……非常淡。音乐会尚未开始众人脸上便显出百无聊赖的神情,这音乐会真是一种礼貌的自我折磨。指挥短短的指挥棒敲响后大家紧张地全神贯注了一阵,随即便是寂静无声—一种单调沉闷的、被管弦乐队奏出的沉着、不间断的轻微乐声反衬出的寂静。我的头脑出乎意料地清醒,好像脑壳里镶了一千面镜子。我的神经绷得紧紧的,十分激动,音符像玻璃球在一百万股水流上跳跃。以前我从不曾饿着肚子去听音乐会,没有任何声响能逃过我的耳朵,甚至最细小的别针落地的声音也听得见。好像我没有穿衣服,身上的每一个毛孔都是一只窗子,所有的窗子都敞开着,光亮穿透了我的内赃。我可以感觉到这光线就蜡缩在我肋骨的穹窿下,我的肋骨垂在一个空空如也的肚子上,响声使它颤抖,我不知道这种情形持续了多久,我早已失去时间和地点的概念。仿佛过了很久很久以后出现了一阵半自觉的状态,与之相抵的是一种平静感。我感到身体内有一个大湖泊,一个发出彩虹色光辉的湖泊,冷峻得像果冻。这个湖泊上突然形成一个个巨大螺旋,一群群腿细长、羽毛漂亮的候鸟出现了,它们一群群地从清凉的静止湖面上腾空飞起,从我的锁骨下飞过,消逝在一片白茫茫的空间里。然后,缓慢地、异常缓慢地,这些窗子关上了,我的器官也回到原来位置上,犹如一位戴白帽子的老妇在我身体内漫游。突然,剧院里的灯全亮了,我发现白色包厢里的那个男人原来竟是一个头上顶着一个花盆的女人,起初我还以为这是一位土耳其军官呢。There are eight of us at the table - and three dogs. The dogs eat first. They eat oatmeal. Then we commence. We eat oatmeal too - as an hors d'?uvre. "Chez nous," says Serge, with a twinkle in his eye, "C'est pour les chiens, les Quaker Oats. Ici pour le gentleman. ?a va." After the oatmeal, mushroom soup and vegetables; after that bacon omelet, fruit, red wine, vodka, coffee, cigarettes. Not bad, the Russian meal. Everyone talks with his mouth full. Toward the end of the mea Serge's wife, who is a lazy slut of an Armenian, flops on the couch and begins to nibble bonbons. She fishes around in the box with her fat fingers, nibbles a tiny piece to see if there is any juice inside, and then throws it on the floor for the dogs.。

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  傍晚我走近克利希广场时从那个装着一条假腿的小婊子面前经过,她日复一日地站在戈蒙宫对面。看起来她还不到十八岁,可我想她已有固定的客人了。午夜过后她用黑假腿一动不动地站在那儿,身后是一条小胡同,里面像一座地狱一样灯火通明。如今我心情轻松地从她身边经过,不知怎么搞的她使我联想起一只拴在桩上的鹅,一只肝上患了病的鹅,这样世人才得以享用它的鹅肝馅饼。带着那条木腿去睡觉一定很古怪,人们会联想到各种各样的事儿—木刺啦等等。行啦,各人对自己的口味就行!  饭一吃完客人们便匆匆忙忙走了,他们仓皇逃走,仿佛怕瘟疫降临。最后只剩下谢尔盖、我和狗—他妻子已经在长沙发上睡着了。他满不在乎地走来走去,替狗收集残汤剩饭。他用英语说,”狗喜欢吃这些东西,喂狗好得很。那条小狗它有虫子……它还大校”他弯腰仔细察看在狗两只爪子之间的地毯上爬着的一些白虫子,他试图用英语解释这些虫子,但是他的词汇不够用。最后他查了查词典,欣喜地抬头望着我道,”哈,是绦虫!”我的反应显然不那么明显,谢尔盖有些迷惑不解,于是便跪在地上,双手撑着地更仔细地察看它们,还捉起一条放在桌上的水果旁。”畸,它不太大,”他用英语嘟哝道。”下一课你教我各种虫子,行吗?你是个好老师,我跟你学了不少……””大”、” 教”、”好”都发错了音。  谢尔盖坚持马上就开始,他给我车费,叫我晚上到叙雷讷来。我带着背包在吃晚饭前赶到了,目的是给谢尔盖上一课。已经有些客人到场了,看来他们一贯是一起吃的,大伙儿凑钱。。

The meal over, the guests rush away. They rush away precipitously, as if they feared a plague. Serge and I are left with the dogs - his wife has fallen asleep on the couch. Serge moves about unconcernedly, scraping the garbage for the dogs. "Dogs like very much," he says. "Very good for dogs. Little dog he has worms … he is too young yet." He bends down to examine some white worms lying on the carpet between the dog's paws. Tries to explain about the worms in English, but his vocabulary is lacking. Finally he consults the dictionary. "Ah," he says, looking at me exultantly, "tapeworms!" My response is evidently not very intelligent. Serge is confused. He gets down on his hands and knees to examine them better. He picks one up and lays it on the table beside the fruit. "Huh, him not very beeg," he grunts. "Next lesson you learn me worms, no? You are gude teacher. I make progress with you…"  傍晚我走近克利希广场时从那个装着一条假腿的小婊子面前经过,她日复一日地站在戈蒙宫对面。看起来她还不到十八岁,可我想她已有固定的客人了。午夜过后她用黑假腿一动不动地站在那儿,身后是一条小胡同,里面像一座地狱一样灯火通明。如今我心情轻松地从她身边经过,不知怎么搞的她使我联想起一只拴在桩上的鹅,一只肝上患了病的鹅,这样世人才得以享用它的鹅肝馅饼。带着那条木腿去睡觉一定很古怪,人们会联想到各种各样的事儿—木刺啦等等。行啦,各人对自己的口味就行!There are eight of us at the table - and three dogs. The dogs eat first. They eat oatmeal. Then we commence. We eat oatmeal too - as an hors d'?uvre. "Chez nous," says Serge, with a twinkle in his eye, "C'est pour les chiens, les Quaker Oats. Ici pour le gentleman. ?a va." After the oatmeal, mushroom soup and vegetables; after that bacon omelet, fruit, red wine, vodka, coffee, cigarettes. Not bad, the Russian meal. Everyone talks with his mouth full. Toward the end of the mea Serge's wife, who is a lazy slut of an Armenian, flops on the couch and begins to nibble bonbons. She fishes around in the box with her fat fingers, nibbles a tiny piece to see if there is any juice inside, and then throws it on the floor for the dogs.

(本文作者:咸滋涵) 台积电今年资本支出将介于140到150亿美元 创下新高

  饭桌旁一共是我们八个,还有三条狗。狗先吃,它们吃的是燕麦片,然后我们才开始。我们也吃燕麦片—作为一种提胃口的佐餐食品。谢尔盖眨眨眼说,”在我们国家这是喂狗的。In the café nearby - Café des Artistes - he proposes immediately to put me up; says he will put a mattress on the floor in the hallway. For the lessons he says he will give me a meal every day, a big Russian meal, or if for any reason the meal is lacking then five francs. It sounds wonderful to me - wonderful. The only question is, how will I get from Suresnes to the American Express every day?。

  我已很久没有同穿着考究的人物坐在一起了,心里不免有几分忐忑不安,直到现在还闻得到那股甲醛味。或许谢尔盖也往这儿送货,不过谢天谢地,这儿没有人搔痒。有一股淡淡的香水味儿……非常淡。音乐会尚未开始众人脸上便显出百无聊赖的神情,这音乐会真是一种礼貌的自我折磨。指挥短短的指挥棒敲响后大家紧张地全神贯注了一阵,随即便是寂静无声—一种单调沉闷的、被管弦乐队奏出的沉着、不间断的轻微乐声反衬出的寂静。我的头脑出乎意料地清醒,好像脑壳里镶了一千面镜子。我的神经绷得紧紧的,十分激动,音符像玻璃球在一百万股水流上跳跃。以前我从不曾饿着肚子去听音乐会,没有任何声响能逃过我的耳朵,甚至最细小的别针落地的声音也听得见。好像我没有穿衣服,身上的每一个毛孔都是一只窗子,所有的窗子都敞开着,光亮穿透了我的内赃。我可以感觉到这光线就蜡缩在我肋骨的穹窿下,我的肋骨垂在一个空空如也的肚子上,响声使它颤抖,我不知道这种情形持续了多久,我早已失去时间和地点的概念。仿佛过了很久很久以后出现了一阵半自觉的状态,与之相抵的是一种平静感。我感到身体内有一个大湖泊,一个发出彩虹色光辉的湖泊,冷峻得像果冻。这个湖泊上突然形成一个个巨大螺旋,一群群腿细长、羽毛漂亮的候鸟出现了,它们一群群地从清凉的静止湖面上腾空飞起,从我的锁骨下飞过,消逝在一片白茫茫的空间里。然后,缓慢地、异常缓慢地,这些窗子关上了,我的器官也回到原来位置上,犹如一位戴白帽子的老妇在我身体内漫游。突然,剧院里的灯全亮了,我发现白色包厢里的那个男人原来竟是一个头上顶着一个花盆的女人,起初我还以为这是一位土耳其军官呢。  一阵骚动,所有想咳嗽的人都尽情咳开了,传来脚在地板上蹭踏发出的声响、

(本文作者:祖巧云) 早餐涨价被责令“降回去” 保民生开错“药方”

  到了早晨我等着谢尔盖装车,我叫他把我带到巴黎去,却不忍心告诉他我就要走了。我把背包留下了,还有他给我的几件东西。我们到佩里埃广场时我跳下来了,在这儿溜掉并没有什么特殊原因。我是自由的—这才是最要紧的……In parting I manage to worm a franc fifty out of him. I try to squeeze another fifty centimes out of him but it's impossible. Anyway I've got enough for a coffee and croissants. Near the Gare St. Lazare there's a bar with reduced prices.。

  饭桌旁一共是我们八个,还有三条狗。狗先吃,它们吃的是燕麦片,然后我们才开始。我们也吃燕麦片—作为一种提胃口的佐餐食品。谢尔盖眨眨眼说,”在我们国家这是喂狗的。  在附近的咖啡馆里—“艺术家咖啡馆”—他马上提议为我安排住宿,说他要在走廊地板上铺一张床垫。作为上课的酬劳,他说叫我每天免费吃一顿饭,一顿丰盛的俄国饭,如果由于什么原因没有吃上这顿饭他就给我五法郎。我觉得这主意很妙—妙极了。唯一的一个问题是,我每天如何从叙雷油赶到美国捷运公司去。  碰巧,我在盥洗室里找到一张音乐会票,于是便像一只轻松愉快的鸟一样奔戈韦音乐厅去了。引座员脸色难看极了,因为我竟没有给他一点小费。每次从我身边经过时他都要征询似的看看我,希望我会突然想起这件事来。

(本文作者:旅佳姊) 外媒对比两位美总统夺命恐怖头目:“C位”与角落

?铁桶。听说我是美国人而且生活无着,他差一点高兴得哭起来,看来他一直在到处寻找一个英语教师。我帮他把装杀虫剂的桶子滚进去,我尽情看着在舞台两侧到处奔跑的女演员。这件事在我心中留下怪诞的印象—空旷的房子、女演员像填装着锯未的洋娃娃似的在舞台两厢横冲直撞、一桶桶杀菌剂、战舰”波将金号”—而最难忘的是谢尔盖的温文尔雅。他是一个大块头,十分温柔,是一个十分地道的男子汉,却又生了一副女人的柔肠。。

  在这里却是给绅士的,这样行吗?”吃完了燕麦片便上蘑菇汤和蔬菜,过后是咸肉蛋卷、水果、红葡萄酒、伏特加、咖啡和香烟。俄国饭还不错,每个人说话时嘴里都塞得满满的。饭快吃完时谢尔盖的老婆—一个很懒的亚美尼亚婆娘---屁股坐在沙发上啃起夹心糖来,她把肥胖的手指伸进盒子里去摸一块,啃下一点点看里面是否有果汁,然后就把它扔到地板上喂狗。

(本文作者:栋安寒) Lying on the mattress in the hallway the odor of the germicide stifles me. A pungent, acrid odor that seems to invade every pore of my body. The food begins to repeat on me - the Quaker Oats, the mushrooms, the bacon, the fried apples. I see the little tapeworm lying beside the fruit and all the varieties of worms that Serge drew on the tablecloth to explain what was the matter with the dog. I see the empty pit of the Folies Bergère and in every crevice there are cockroaches and lice and bedbugs; I see people scratching themselves frantically, scratching and scratching until the blood comes. I see the worms crawling over the scenery like an army of red ants, devouring everything in sight. I see the chorus girls throwing away their gauze tunics and running through the aisles naked; I see the spectators in the pit throwing off their clothes also and scratching each other like monkeys.  在附近的咖啡馆里—“艺术家咖啡馆”—他马上提议为我安排住宿,说他要在走廊地板上铺一张床垫。作为上课的酬劳,他说叫我每天免费吃一顿饭,一顿丰盛的俄国饭,如果由于什么原因没有吃上这顿饭他就给我五法郎。我觉得这主意很妙—妙极了。唯一的一个问题是,我每天如何从叙雷油赶到美国捷运公司去。  饭桌旁一共是我们八个,还有三条狗。狗先吃,它们吃的是燕麦片,然后我们才开始。我们也吃燕麦片—作为一种提胃口的佐餐食品。谢尔盖眨眨眼说,”在我们国家这是喂狗的。  到了早晨我等着谢尔盖装车,我叫他把我带到巴黎去,却不忍心告诉他我就要走了。我把背包留下了,还有他给我的几件东西。我们到佩里埃广场时我跳下来了,在这儿溜掉并没有什么特殊原因。我是自由的—这才是最要紧的……Approaching the Place Clichy toward evening I pass the little whore with the wooden stump who stands opposite the Gaumont Palace day in and day out. She doesn't look a day over eighteen. Has her regular customers, I suppose. After midnight she stands there in her black rig rooted to the spot. Back of her is the little alleyway that blazes like an inferno. Passing her now with a light heart she reminds me somehow of a goose tied to a stake, a goose with a diseased liver, so that the world may have paté de foie gras. Must be strange taking that wooden stump to bed with you. One imagines all sorts of things - splinters, etc. However, every man to his taste!Part 6 Chapter 2The meal over, the guests rush away. They rush away precipitously, as if they feared a plague. Serge and I are left with the dogs - his wife has fallen asleep on the couch. Serge moves about unconcernedly, scraping the garbage for the dogs. "Dogs like very much," he says. "Very good for dogs. Little dog he has worms … he is too young yet." He bends down to examine some white worms lying on the carpet between the dog's paws. Tries to explain about the worms in English, but his vocabulary is lacking. Finally he consults the dictionary. "Ah," he says, looking at me exultantly, "tapeworms!" My response is evidently not very intelligent. Serge is confused. He gets down on his hands and knees to examine them better. He picks one up and lays it on the table beside the fruit. "Huh, him not very beeg," he grunts. "Next lesson you learn me worms, no? You are gude teacher. I make progress with you…"Lying on the mattress in the hallway the odor of the germicide stifles me. A pungent, acrid odor that seems to invade every pore of my body. The food begins to repeat on me - the Quaker Oats, the mushrooms, the bacon, the fried apples. I see the little tapeworm lying beside the fruit and all the varieties of worms that Serge drew on the tablecloth to explain what was the matter with the dog. I see the empty pit of the Folies Bergère and in every crevice there are cockroaches and lice and bedbugs; I see people scratching themselves frantically, scratching and scratching until the blood comes. I see the worms crawling over the scenery like an army of red ants, devouring everything in sight. I see the chorus girls throwing away their gauze tunics and running through the aisles naked; I see the spectators in the pit throwing off their clothes also and scratching each other like monkeys.  谢尔盖坚持马上就开始,他给我车费,叫我晚上到叙雷讷来。我带着背包在吃晚饭前赶到了,目的是给谢尔盖上一课。已经有些客人到场了,看来他们一贯是一起吃的,大伙儿凑钱。Serge insists that we begin at once - he gives me the carfare to get out to Suresnes in the evening. I arrive a little before dinner, with my knapsack, in order to give Serge a lesson. There are some guests on hand already - seems as though they always eat in a crowd, everybody chipping in.Serge insists that we begin at once - he gives me the carfare to get out to Suresnes in the evening. I arrive a little before dinner, with my knapsack, in order to give Serge a lesson. There are some guests on hand already - seems as though they always eat in a crowd, everybody chipping in.Light as a bird I flit about from one quarter to another. It's as though I had been released from prison. I look at the world with new eyes. Everything interests me profoundly. Even trifles. On the Rue du Faubourg Poissonnière I stop before the window of a physical culture establishment. There are photographs showing specimens of manhood "before and after." All frogs. Some of them are nude, except for a pince-nez or a beard. Can't understand how these birds fall for parallel bars and dumb bells. A frog should have just a wee bit of a paunch, like the Baron de Charlus. He should wear a beard and a pince nez, but he should never be photographed in the nude. He should wear twinkling patent leather boots and in the breast pocket of his sack coat there should be a white handkerchief protruding about three quarters of an inch above the vent. If possible, he should have a red ribbon in his lapel, through the buttonhole. He should wear pajamas on going to bed.As luck would have it I find a ticket in the lavabo for a concert. Light as a feather now I go there to the Salle Gaveau. The usher looks ravaged because I overlook giving him his little tip. Every time he passes me he looks at me inquiringly, as if perhaps I will suddenly remember.农行:前9个月净利润1807亿元 去年同期1718.04亿

  分手时我设法从他那儿骗了一个半法郎,我想再榨出五十生丁,可是办不到。不过我弄到手的已足够喝一杯咖啡,吃一块月牙形蛋卷了,圣拉扎尔车站那儿有一家供应降价食品的酒吧。  我试图叫自己平静下来。不管怎么说,这毕竟是我找到的一个家,每天有一顿现成饭吃,而且谢尔盖无疑是个热心人。可是我无法入睡,这简直如同在陈尸所里睡觉一样。床垫已被散发出香气的液体浸透,已成了虱子,臭虫、蟑螂和绦虫的陈尸所。我忍受不了。我不愿忍受!毕竟我还是一个人,不是一个虱子。。

  饭一吃完客人们便匆匆忙忙走了,他们仓皇逃走,仿佛怕瘟疫降临。最后只剩下谢尔盖、我和狗—他妻子已经在长沙发上睡着了。他满不在乎地走来走去,替狗收集残汤剩饭。他用英语说,”狗喜欢吃这些东西,喂狗好得很。那条小狗它有虫子……它还大校”他弯腰仔细察看在狗两只爪子之间的地毯上爬着的一些白虫子,他试图用英语解释这些虫子,但是他的词汇不够用。最后他查了查词典,欣喜地抬头望着我道,”哈,是绦虫!”我的反应显然不那么明显,谢尔盖有些迷惑不解,于是便跪在地上,双手撑着地更仔细地察看它们,还捉起一条放在桌上的水果旁。”畸,它不太大,”他用英语嘟哝道。”下一课你教我各种虫子,行吗?你是个好老师,我跟你学了不少……””大”、” 教”、”好”都发错了音。  躺在走廊里的床垫上,杀菌剂的气味叫我喘不过气来,这种刺鼻的辣味儿似乎钻进了我身上的每一个毛孔。刚才吃过的东西又在口中散发出气味—廉价燕麦片、蘑菇、咸肉和煎苹果。我又看到躺在水果旁的那条小小的绦虫和谢尔盖向我解释狗出了什么毛病时摆在桌布上的各式各样的虫子。我看到”疯狂的牧羊女”歌舞场的空乐他,每一条裂缝里都藏着蟑螂、虱子和臭虫。我看到人们疯了似的搔自己身上,搔呀搔,直到搔出血来。我看到这些虫子像一支红色蚂蚁大军一样在布景上到处爬,吞下它们看见的一切。我看到合唱队的姑娘抛开薄纱外衣,光着身子跑过走道。我还看到正厅里的观众也脱掉衣服互相搔痒,活像一群猴子。

(本文作者:邹诗柳)   到了早晨我等着谢尔盖装车,我叫他把我带到巴黎去,却不忍心告诉他我就要走了。我把背包留下了,还有他给我的几件东西。我们到佩里埃广场时我跳下来了,在这儿溜掉并没有什么特殊原因。我是自由的—这才是最要紧的……。上海后花园,爱上海,上海419论坛 - Powered By 上海靠谱的约群

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Lying on the mattress in the hallway the odor of the germicide stifles me. A pungent, acrid odor that seems to invade every pore of my body. The food begins to repeat on me - the Quaker Oats, the mushrooms, the bacon, the fried apples. I see the little tapeworm lying beside the fruit and all the varieties of worms that Serge drew on the tablecloth to explain what was the matter with the dog. I see the empty pit of the Folies Bergère and in every crevice there are cockroaches and lice and bedbugs; I see people scratching themselves frantically, scratching and scratching until the blood comes. I see the worms crawling over the scenery like an army of red ants, devouring everything in sight. I see the chorus girls throwing away their gauze tunics and running through the aisles naked; I see the spectators in the pit throwing off their clothes also and scratching each other like monkeys.In the morning I wait for Serge to load the truck. I ask him to take me in to Paris. I haven't the heart to tell him I'm leaving. I leave the knapsack behind, with the few things that were left me. When we get to the Place Péreire I jump out. No particular reason for getting off here. No particular reason for anything. I'm free - that's the main thing…。

  一阵骚动,所有想咳嗽的人都尽情咳开了,传来脚在地板上蹭踏发出的声响、沿着圣母街往前走,我碰到佩克奥弗,另一个在报社工作的穷鬼。他抱怨说每夜只能睡三四个钟头觉,因为早上八点就得起来到一家牙医诊所去干活。他干这个活并不是为了钱,他解释道,这只是为了替自己买一副假牙。他说,”困得直打瞌睡时看清样可不容易,可我老婆还以为这差事像吃饭一样容易呢。她说,我若丢了工作她们咋办?”可是佩克奥弗对这个工作根本不感兴趣,这个工作甚至不允许他花钱。他只好存起香烟蒂,把它再填进烟斗里抽。他的外套是用别针别在一起的。他有口臭,手上总出汗,可是一夜只睡三个钟头。他说,”不该这样对待一个人,还有我的那位老板,若是我丢了一个分号他便会把我骂得尿裤子。”说起他老婆,他又补充道,”我的那个女人,我告诉你,她一点儿都不知道感激我。”

(本文作者:艾吣)

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  碰巧,我在盥洗室里找到一张音乐会票,于是便像一只轻松愉快的鸟一样奔戈韦音乐厅去了。引座员脸色难看极了,因为我竟没有给他一点小费。每次从我身边经过时他都要征询似的看看我,希望我会突然想起这件事来。....

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There are eight of us at the table - and three dogs. The dogs eat first. They eat oatmeal. Then we commence. We eat oatmeal too - as an hors d'?uvre. "Chez nous," says Serge, with a twinkle in his eye, "C'est pour les chiens, les Quaker Oats. Ici pour le gentleman. ?a va." After the oatmeal, mushroom soup and vegetables; after that bacon omelet, fruit, red wine, vodka, coffee, cigarettes. Not bad, the Russian meal. Everyone talks with his mouth full. Toward the end of the mea Serge's wife, who is a lazy slut of an Armenian, flops on the couch and begins to nibble bonbons. She fishes around in the box with her fat fingers, nibbles a tiny piece to see if there is any juice inside, and then throws it on the floor for the dogs.The meal over, the guests rush away. They rush away precipitously, as if they feared a plague. Serge and I are left with the dogs - his wife has fallen asleep on the couch. Serge moves about unconcernedly, scraping the garbage for the dogs. "Dogs like very much," he says. "Very good for dogs. Little dog he has worms … he is too young yet." He bends down to examine some white worms lying on the carpet between the dog's paws. Tries to explain about the worms in English, but his vocabulary is lacking. Finally he consults the dictionary. "Ah," he says, looking at me exultantly, "tapeworms!" My response is evidently not very intelligent. Serge is confused. He gets down on his hands and knees to examine them better. He picks one up and lays it on the table beside the fruit. "Huh, him not very beeg," he grunts. "Next lesson you learn me worms, no? You are gude teacher. I make progress with you…"。

In the morning I wait for Serge to load the truck. I ask him to take me in to Paris. I haven't the heart to tell him I'm leaving. I leave the knapsack behind, with the few things that were left me. When we get to the Place Péreire I jump out. No particular reason for getting off here. No particular reason for anything. I'm free - that's the main thing…

(本文作者:兆凌香) ....

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?铁桶。听说我是美国人而且生活无着,他差一点高兴得哭起来,看来他一直在到处寻找一个英语教师。我帮他把装杀虫剂的桶子滚进去,我尽情看着在舞台两侧到处奔跑的女演员。这件事在我心中留下怪诞的印象—空旷的房子、女演员像填装着锯未的洋娃娃似的在舞台两厢横冲直撞、一桶桶杀菌剂、战舰”波将金号”—而最难忘的是谢尔盖的温文尔雅。他是一个大块头,十分温柔,是一个十分地道的男子汉,却又生了一副女人的柔肠。  到了早晨我等着谢尔盖装车,我叫他把我带到巴黎去,却不忍心告诉他我就要走了。我把背包留下了,还有他给我的几件东西。我们到佩里埃广场时我跳下来了,在这儿溜掉并没有什么特殊原因。我是自由的—这才是最要紧的……  我试图叫自己平静下来。不管怎么说,这毕竟是我找到的一个家,每天有一顿现成饭吃,而且谢尔盖无疑是个热心人。可是我无法入睡,这简直如同在陈尸所里睡觉一样。床垫已被散发出香气的液体浸透,已成了虱子,臭虫、蟑螂和绦虫的陈尸所。我忍受不了。我不愿忍受!毕竟我还是一个人,不是一个虱子。....

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  饭桌旁一共是我们八个,还有三条狗。狗先吃,它们吃的是燕麦片,然后我们才开始。我们也吃燕麦片—作为一种提胃口的佐餐食品。谢尔盖眨眨眼说,”在我们国家这是喂狗的。  我试图叫自己平静下来。不管怎么说,这毕竟是我找到的一个家,每天有一顿现成饭吃,而且谢尔盖无疑是个热心人。可是我无法入睡,这简直如同在陈尸所里睡觉一样。床垫已被散发出香气的液体浸透,已成了虱子,臭虫、蟑螂和绦虫的陈尸所。我忍受不了。我不愿忍受!毕竟我还是一个人,不是一个虱子。  到了早晨我等着谢尔盖装车,我叫他把我带到巴黎去,却不忍心告诉他我就要走了。我把背包留下了,还有他给我的几件东西。我们到佩里埃广场时我跳下来了,在这儿溜掉并没有什么特殊原因。我是自由的—这才是最要紧的……。

  躺在走廊里的床垫上,杀菌剂的气味叫我喘不过气来,这种刺鼻的辣味儿似乎钻进了我身上的每一个毛孔。刚才吃过的东西又在口中散发出气味—廉价燕麦片、蘑菇、咸肉和煎苹果。我又看到躺在水果旁的那条小小的绦虫和谢尔盖向我解释狗出了什么毛病时摆在桌布上的各式各样的虫子。我看到”疯狂的牧羊女”歌舞场的空乐他,每一条裂缝里都藏着蟑螂、虱子和臭虫。我看到人们疯了似的搔自己身上,搔呀搔,直到搔出血来。我看到这些虫子像一支红色蚂蚁大军一样在布景上到处爬,吞下它们看见的一切。我看到合唱队的姑娘抛开薄纱外衣,光着身子跑过走道。我还看到正厅里的观众也脱掉衣服互相搔痒,活像一群猴子。?铁桶。听说我是美国人而且生活无着,他差一点高兴得哭起来,看来他一直在到处寻找一个英语教师。我帮他把装杀虫剂的桶子滚进去,我尽情看着在舞台两侧到处奔跑的女演员。这件事在我心中留下怪诞的印象—空旷的房子、女演员像填装着锯未的洋娃娃似的在舞台两厢横冲直撞、一桶桶杀菌剂、战舰”波将金号”—而最难忘的是谢尔盖的温文尔雅。他是一个大块头,十分温柔,是一个十分地道的男子汉,却又生了一副女人的柔肠。  我已很久没有同穿着考究的人物坐在一起了,心里不免有几分忐忑不安,直到现在还闻得到那股甲醛味。或许谢尔盖也往这儿送货,不过谢天谢地,这儿没有人搔痒。有一股淡淡的香水味儿……非常淡。音乐会尚未开始众人脸上便显出百无聊赖的神情,这音乐会真是一种礼貌的自我折磨。指挥短短的指挥棒敲响后大家紧张地全神贯注了一阵,随即便是寂静无声—一种单调沉闷的、被管弦乐队奏出的沉着、不间断的轻微乐声反衬出的寂静。我的头脑出乎意料地清醒,好像脑壳里镶了一千面镜子。我的神经绷得紧紧的,十分激动,音符像玻璃球在一百万股水流上跳跃。以前我从不曾饿着肚子去听音乐会,没有任何声响能逃过我的耳朵,甚至最细小的别针落地的声音也听得见。好像我没有穿衣服,身上的每一个毛孔都是一只窗子,所有的窗子都敞开着,光亮穿透了我的内赃。我可以感觉到这光线就蜡缩在我肋骨的穹窿下,我的肋骨垂在一个空空如也的肚子上,响声使它颤抖,我不知道这种情形持续了多久,我早已失去时间和地点的概念。仿佛过了很久很久以后出现了一阵半自觉的状态,与之相抵的是一种平静感。我感到身体内有一个大湖泊,一个发出彩虹色光辉的湖泊,冷峻得像果冻。这个湖泊上突然形成一个个巨大螺旋,一群群腿细长、羽毛漂亮的候鸟出现了,它们一群群地从清凉的静止湖面上腾空飞起,从我的锁骨下飞过,消逝在一片白茫茫的空间里。然后,缓慢地、异常缓慢地,这些窗子关上了,我的器官也回到原来位置上,犹如一位戴白帽子的老妇在我身体内漫游。突然,剧院里的灯全亮了,我发现白色包厢里的那个男人原来竟是一个头上顶着一个花盆的女人,起初我还以为这是一位土耳其军官呢。

(本文作者:德为政) ....

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As luck would have it I find a ticket in the lavabo for a concert. Light as a feather now I go there to the Salle Gaveau. The usher looks ravaged because I overlook giving him his little tip. Every time he passes me he looks at me inquiringly, as if perhaps I will suddenly remember.。

There are eight of us at the table - and three dogs. The dogs eat first. They eat oatmeal. Then we commence. We eat oatmeal too - as an hors d'?uvre. "Chez nous," says Serge, with a twinkle in his eye, "C'est pour les chiens, les Quaker Oats. Ici pour le gentleman. ?a va." After the oatmeal, mushroom soup and vegetables; after that bacon omelet, fruit, red wine, vodka, coffee, cigarettes. Not bad, the Russian meal. Everyone talks with his mouth full. Toward the end of the mea Serge's wife, who is a lazy slut of an Armenian, flops on the couch and begins to nibble bonbons. She fishes around in the box with her fat fingers, nibbles a tiny piece to see if there is any juice inside, and then throws it on the floor for the dogs.Light as a bird I flit about from one quarter to another. It's as though I had been released from prison. I look at the world with new eyes. Everything interests me profoundly. Even trifles. On the Rue du Faubourg Poissonnière I stop before the window of a physical culture establishment. There are photographs showing specimens of manhood "before and after." All frogs. Some of them are nude, except for a pince-nez or a beard. Can't understand how these birds fall for parallel bars and dumb bells. A frog should have just a wee bit of a paunch, like the Baron de Charlus. He should wear a beard and a pince nez, but he should never be photographed in the nude. He should wear twinkling patent leather boots and in the breast pocket of his sack coat there should be a white handkerchief protruding about three quarters of an inch above the vent. If possible, he should have a red ribbon in his lapel, through the buttonhole. He should wear pajamas on going to bed.我像小鸟一样轻松地由一条街飞奔到另一条街,仿佛刚从牢房里放出来。我用全新的目光看世界,万物都引起我极大的兴趣,甚至包括鸡毛蒜皮的小事。我在布尔索尼尔街站下看一家体育用品商店的橱窗,里面有一些照片展示”史前及史后”人类的标本。全是法国佬,有些人光着身于,只戴一副夹鼻眼镜,留一缕胡子。真不明白这些姑娘怎么爱上了双杠和哑铃。一个法国佬应该有个微微腆起的大肚子,像查露斯男爵那样。他也该蓄胡须,戴夹鼻眼镜,不过不该光着身子让人拍照。他该穿双闪闪发光的漆皮靴,短便衣口袋上应该别一条白手帕,露出来四分之三英寸。如果有条件,他还应该在上衣翻领上系一条红缓带,穿过纽眼,上床睡觉时还要换睡衣。

(本文作者:宏晓旋) ....

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As luck would have it I find a ticket in the lavabo for a concert. Light as a feather now I go there to the Salle Gaveau. The usher looks ravaged because I overlook giving him his little tip. Every time he passes me he looks at me inquiringly, as if perhaps I will suddenly remember.沿着圣母街往前走,我碰到佩克奥弗,另一个在报社工作的穷鬼。他抱怨说每夜只能睡三四个钟头觉,因为早上八点就得起来到一家牙医诊所去干活。他干这个活并不是为了钱,他解释道,这只是为了替自己买一副假牙。他说,”困得直打瞌睡时看清样可不容易,可我老婆还以为这差事像吃饭一样容易呢。她说,我若丢了工作她们咋办?”可是佩克奥弗对这个工作根本不感兴趣,这个工作甚至不允许他花钱。他只好存起香烟蒂,把它再填进烟斗里抽。他的外套是用别针别在一起的。他有口臭,手上总出汗,可是一夜只睡三个钟头。他说,”不该这样对待一个人,还有我的那位老板,若是我丢了一个分号他便会把我骂得尿裤子。”说起他老婆,他又补充道,”我的那个女人,我告诉你,她一点儿都不知道感激我。”?铁桶。听说我是美国人而且生活无着,他差一点高兴得哭起来,看来他一直在到处寻找一个英语教师。我帮他把装杀虫剂的桶子滚进去,我尽情看着在舞台两侧到处奔跑的女演员。这件事在我心中留下怪诞的印象—空旷的房子、女演员像填装着锯未的洋娃娃似的在舞台两厢横冲直撞、一桶桶杀菌剂、战舰”波将金号”—而最难忘的是谢尔盖的温文尔雅。他是一个大块头,十分温柔,是一个十分地道的男子汉,却又生了一副女人的柔肠。。

In parting I manage to worm a franc fifty out of him. I try to squeeze another fifty centimes out of him but it's impossible. Anyway I've got enough for a coffee and croissants. Near the Gare St. Lazare there's a bar with reduced prices.我像小鸟一样轻松地由一条街飞奔到另一条街,仿佛刚从牢房里放出来。我用全新的目光看世界,万物都引起我极大的兴趣,甚至包括鸡毛蒜皮的小事。我在布尔索尼尔街站下看一家体育用品商店的橱窗,里面有一些照片展示”史前及史后”人类的标本。全是法国佬,有些人光着身于,只戴一副夹鼻眼镜,留一缕胡子。真不明白这些姑娘怎么爱上了双杠和哑铃。一个法国佬应该有个微微腆起的大肚子,像查露斯男爵那样。他也该蓄胡须,戴夹鼻眼镜,不过不该光着身子让人拍照。他该穿双闪闪发光的漆皮靴,短便衣口袋上应该别一条白手帕,露出来四分之三英寸。如果有条件,他还应该在上衣翻领上系一条红缓带,穿过纽眼,上床睡觉时还要换睡衣。The meal over, the guests rush away. They rush away precipitously, as if they feared a plague. Serge and I are left with the dogs - his wife has fallen asleep on the couch. Serge moves about unconcernedly, scraping the garbage for the dogs. "Dogs like very much," he says. "Very good for dogs. Little dog he has worms … he is too young yet." He bends down to examine some white worms lying on the carpet between the dog's paws. Tries to explain about the worms in English, but his vocabulary is lacking. Finally he consults the dictionary. "Ah," he says, looking at me exultantly, "tapeworms!" My response is evidently not very intelligent. Serge is confused. He gets down on his hands and knees to examine them better. He picks one up and lays it on the table beside the fruit. "Huh, him not very beeg," he grunts. "Next lesson you learn me worms, no? You are gude teacher. I make progress with you…"

(本文作者:在柏岩) ....

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I try to quiet myself. After all, this is a home I've found, and there's a meal waiting for me every day. And Serge is a brick, there's no doubt about that. But I can't sleep. It's like going to sleep in a morgue. The mattress is saturated with embalming fluid. It's a morgue for lice, bedbugs, cockroaches, tapeworms. I can't stand it. I won't stand it! After all I'm a man, not a louse.Going down the Rue des Dames I bump into Peckover, another poor devil who works on the paper. He complains of getting only three or four hours' sleep a night - has to get up at eight in the morning to work at a dentist's office. It isn't for the money he's doing it, so he explains - it's for to buy himself a set of false teeth. "It's hard to read proof when you're dropping with sleep," he says. "The wife, she thinks I've got a cinch of it. What would we do if you lost your job? she says." But Peckover doesn't give a damn about the job; it doesn't even allow him spending money. He has to save his cigarette butts and use them for pipe tobacco. His coat is held together with pins. He has halitosis and his hands sweat. And only three hours' sleep a night. "It's no way to treat a man," he says. "And that boss of mine, he bawls the piss out of me if I miss a semicolon." Speaking of his wife he adds: "That woman of mine, she's got no fucking gratitude, I tell you!"  傍晚我走近克利希广场时从那个装着一条假腿的小婊子面前经过,她日复一日地站在戈蒙宫对面。看起来她还不到十八岁,可我想她已有固定的客人了。午夜过后她用黑假腿一动不动地站在那儿,身后是一条小胡同,里面像一座地狱一样灯火通明。如今我心情轻松地从她身边经过,不知怎么搞的她使我联想起一只拴在桩上的鹅,一只肝上患了病的鹅,这样世人才得以享用它的鹅肝馅饼。带着那条木腿去睡觉一定很古怪,人们会联想到各种各样的事儿—木刺啦等等。行啦,各人对自己的口味就行!。

  傍晚我走近克利希广场时从那个装着一条假腿的小婊子面前经过,她日复一日地站在戈蒙宫对面。看起来她还不到十八岁,可我想她已有固定的客人了。午夜过后她用黑假腿一动不动地站在那儿,身后是一条小胡同,里面像一座地狱一样灯火通明。如今我心情轻松地从她身边经过,不知怎么搞的她使我联想起一只拴在桩上的鹅,一只肝上患了病的鹅,这样世人才得以享用它的鹅肝馅饼。带着那条木腿去睡觉一定很古怪,人们会联想到各种各样的事儿—木刺啦等等。行啦,各人对自己的口味就行!Approaching the Place Clichy toward evening I pass the little whore with the wooden stump who stands opposite the Gaumont Palace day in and day out. She doesn't look a day over eighteen. Has her regular customers, I suppose. After midnight she stands there in her black rig rooted to the spot. Back of her is the little alleyway that blazes like an inferno. Passing her now with a light heart she reminds me somehow of a goose tied to a stake, a goose with a diseased liver, so that the world may have paté de foie gras. Must be strange taking that wooden stump to bed with you. One imagines all sorts of things - splinters, etc. However, every man to his taste!

(本文作者:长孙家仪) ....

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Light as a bird I flit about from one quarter to another. It's as though I had been released from prison. I look at the world with new eyes. Everything interests me profoundly. Even trifles. On the Rue du Faubourg Poissonnière I stop before the window of a physical culture establishment. There are photographs showing specimens of manhood "before and after." All frogs. Some of them are nude, except for a pince-nez or a beard. Can't understand how these birds fall for parallel bars and dumb bells. A frog should have just a wee bit of a paunch, like the Baron de Charlus. He should wear a beard and a pince nez, but he should never be photographed in the nude. He should wear twinkling patent leather boots and in the breast pocket of his sack coat there should be a white handkerchief protruding about three quarters of an inch above the vent. If possible, he should have a red ribbon in his lapel, through the buttonhole. He should wear pajamas on going to bed.There are eight of us at the table - and three dogs. The dogs eat first. They eat oatmeal. Then we commence. We eat oatmeal too - as an hors d'?uvre. "Chez nous," says Serge, with a twinkle in his eye, "C'est pour les chiens, les Quaker Oats. Ici pour le gentleman. ?a va." After the oatmeal, mushroom soup and vegetables; after that bacon omelet, fruit, red wine, vodka, coffee, cigarettes. Not bad, the Russian meal. Everyone talks with his mouth full. Toward the end of the mea Serge's wife, who is a lazy slut of an Armenian, flops on the couch and begins to nibble bonbons. She fishes around in the box with her fat fingers, nibbles a tiny piece to see if there is any juice inside, and then throws it on the floor for the dogs.I try to quiet myself. After all, this is a home I've found, and there's a meal waiting for me every day. And Serge is a brick, there's no doubt about that. But I can't sleep. It's like going to sleep in a morgue. The mattress is saturated with embalming fluid. It's a morgue for lice, bedbugs, cockroaches, tapeworms. I can't stand it. I won't stand it! After all I'm a man, not a louse.....

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  我试图叫自己平静下来。不管怎么说,这毕竟是我找到的一个家,每天有一顿现成饭吃,而且谢尔盖无疑是个热心人。可是我无法入睡,这简直如同在陈尸所里睡觉一样。床垫已被散发出香气的液体浸透,已成了虱子,臭虫、蟑螂和绦虫的陈尸所。我忍受不了。我不愿忍受!毕竟我还是一个人,不是一个虱子。。

  饭一吃完客人们便匆匆忙忙走了,他们仓皇逃走,仿佛怕瘟疫降临。最后只剩下谢尔盖、我和狗—他妻子已经在长沙发上睡着了。他满不在乎地走来走去,替狗收集残汤剩饭。他用英语说,”狗喜欢吃这些东西,喂狗好得很。那条小狗它有虫子……它还大校”他弯腰仔细察看在狗两只爪子之间的地毯上爬着的一些白虫子,他试图用英语解释这些虫子,但是他的词汇不够用。最后他查了查词典,欣喜地抬头望着我道,”哈,是绦虫!”我的反应显然不那么明显,谢尔盖有些迷惑不解,于是便跪在地上,双手撑着地更仔细地察看它们,还捉起一条放在桌上的水果旁。”畸,它不太大,”他用英语嘟哝道。”下一课你教我各种虫子,行吗?你是个好老师,我跟你学了不少……””大”、” 教”、”好”都发错了音。In the morning I wait for Serge to load the truck. I ask him to take me in to Paris. I haven't the heart to tell him I'm leaving. I leave the knapsack behind, with the few things that were left me. When we get to the Place Péreire I jump out. No particular reason for getting off here. No particular reason for anything. I'm free - that's the main thing…There are eight of us at the table - and three dogs. The dogs eat first. They eat oatmeal. Then we commence. We eat oatmeal too - as an hors d'?uvre. "Chez nous," says Serge, with a twinkle in his eye, "C'est pour les chiens, les Quaker Oats. Ici pour le gentleman. ?a va." After the oatmeal, mushroom soup and vegetables; after that bacon omelet, fruit, red wine, vodka, coffee, cigarettes. Not bad, the Russian meal. Everyone talks with his mouth full. Toward the end of the mea Serge's wife, who is a lazy slut of an Armenian, flops on the couch and begins to nibble bonbons. She fishes around in the box with her fat fingers, nibbles a tiny piece to see if there is any juice inside, and then throws it on the floor for the dogs.

(本文作者:海婉婷) ....

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