(单词翻译:单击)
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Our story today is called "the Killers". It was written by Ernest Hemingway. Here is Lerry West with the story. The door of George's small restaurant opened, and two men came in. They sat down on at one of the tables. George walked over to them. "What would you like to eat?" he asked them. "I don't know." one of them said, "I don't know what I want to eat. " Nick Adams, another customer, watched them from across the room. He had been talking to George when they came in. "I'll take ham and eggs." The man called Al said. He wore a hat and a black coat that buttoned across his chest. His face was small and white, and he had thin tight lips. He wore a silk scarf around his neck and gloves on his hands. "What're you having, Max?" Al asked his partner. "Bring me bacon and eggs." Max said without looking at George. Max was the same size as Al. Their faces were different, but they were dressed like twins: both wore heavy winter coats that were too small for them. George waded to the kitchen and came out of a few minutes later carrying two dishes of food.
"Which is yours?" he asked Max. "You're a really smart boy, aren't you? " Max said. He leaned forward and took the plate with the bacon and eggs on it. Both men ate with their gloves on. George watched them eat. Al looked across the room." What's the name of that smart boy over there? " He asked George. "Adams. "Nick said for himself, "My name is Nick Adams. " "All right, smart boy, come stand over here near your friend. " Al pointed to George. "What are you going to do?" George asked." That's none of your business. " Al said. "Who is out in the kitchen, the cook?" George nodded "yes". "Tell him to come out here." Max ordered. George knocked on the kitchen door. "Sam, "he called, "come in here a minute. " The door to the kitchen opened and Sam came out. The two men at the table looked at him. Al got up and pushed Nick and Sam back into the kitchen. The door shut after them. The man called Max didn't look at George, but looked in a mirror that was on the wall near the table. "Talk to me, smart boy." Max said. "What do you think we are going to do?" George did not say anything. "I'll tell you." Max said, "We're going to kill someone. Do you know a big man named Ole Anderson? "
"Yes, "George said at a low voice, "he sometimes comes in here to eat." Max looked at George. "He sometimes comes in here? You mean he comes in here every night at six o'clock, don't you? " "Why are you going to kill Ole Anderson?" George asked, "What did he ever do to you? " "He never did anything to us." Max said, "He's never even seen us. We're going to kill him for a friend, smart boy. " "Shut up, Max." Al shouted from the kitchen. "You're talking too much! " George looked at the clock near the door, it was five minutes to six. Max pushed George to get his attention. "If anybody comes in, tell them that the cook is gone for the day. You understand that, smart boy? " "All right. " George said, "but, what are you going to do to us afterwards? " "We don't know yet." Max said.
During the next hour, two other people came in to the restaurant, once George went into the kitchen to make a ham-and-egg sandwich for a man who wanted to take it with him. When he was in the kitchen, George saw Al with his hat pushed back on his head. He was sitting on a chair near the door. A small shotgun rested in his arms. Nick and Sam, the cook, were sitting on the floor. Al had tied them up and had stuffed a towel in their mouths. George cooked the ham and eggs, put them on a roll of bread and put the sandwich in a brown paper bag. The man paid for his food and left. "This smart boy can do everything." Max said. "He can even cook. You would make a girl a nice wife, smart boy." "Your friend Ole Anderson isn't going to come tonight." George said, "it's already a quarter to seven." "We'll give in ten minutes." Max said.
Max watched the mirror and the clock. The hands of the clock marked seven o'clock, and then five minutes past seven. "Come on now, Al," said Max, "We'd better go. He's not coming tonight." Al came out of the kitchen. The small shotgun made a little bump on the inside of his tight winter coat. "What about the three smart boys?" Al asked. "They're all right." Max said. "Goodbye, smart boy." he said to George, "You were all lucky tonight." The two of them went out of the door. George watched them through the window. They passed under the streetlight, across the street. George went back through the kitchen door and untied Nick and Sam. "They were going to shoot Ole Anderson." George said. "They were going to shoot him when he came in here to eat? Ole Anderson?" Nick asked. George nodded. "Listen!" George said to Nick, "You had better go see Ole Anderson." "I'll go see him." Nick said, "Where does he live?" "He lives up at Hirsch's hotel." George said. Outside the streetlights were shining through the branches of the tree. Nick walked up the street to Hirsch's Hotel. He walked in and saw a woman near the main desk. "Is Ole Anderson here?" he asked. "Yes, he's in." she said. Nick followed the woman up a flight of stairs and back to the end of a dark hallway. She knocked on one of the doors. "Who is it?" a voice asked.
"It's someone to see you, Mr. Anderson." "Come in." Nick Adams opened the door and went into the room. Ole Anderson was lying on the bed with all his clothes on. He did not looked at Nick. "What is it?" he asked. "I was in George's restaurant tonight." Nick said, "and two fellows came in, tied up me and the cook, an ...and said they were going to kill you." Ole Anderson looked at the wall. "There isn‘t anything I can do about it." he said finally, "Thanks for coming to tell me, though." Nick looked at the big man lying on the bed. "Don't you want me to get the police?" he asked. "That wouldn't do any good." Ole Anderson said. "Well," Nick said, "Maybe you could get out of the town." "No, "Ole Anderson said, "I'm through with all that running away." He looked at the wall. "No, I made a mistake once." he said in a flat voice, "Now there's nothing I can do about it.
After a while I'll go off to walk." "So long." Nick said. "Goodbye." said Ole Anderson, "Thanks for coming." he did not looked at Nick. Nick walked up the dark street to the corner and went back into George's restaurant. "Did you see Ole?" George asked as soon as he saw Nick. "Yes." Nick said. "Well," George asked, "What is he going to do?" "Nothing!" Nick said. "But they'll kill him!" "I guess they will." Nick sighed. George reached for a towel and began wiping one of the tables. "I wonder what he did." he said. "Probably he did one of the gangsters in Chicago." Nick said. He stood up.
"I'm going to get out of this town. I can't stand thinking about him waiting in his room and knowing he's going to be killed. It's too awful!" "Well," said George, "You'd better not think about it."
重点解析
1.tie up 绑好
He tied up the bag and took it outside.
他把袋子扎紧,然后拿到了外面 。
2.go off 爆炸
A few minutes later the bomb went off, destroying the vehicle.
几分钟后炸弹爆炸了,摧毁了那辆车 。
3.shut up 住口
She gave me a gentle nudge in the ribs to tell me to shut up.
她用胳膊肘捅了一下我的腰,让我住口 。
4.come in 进来
Would you come in here a moment, please?
能请你进来待一会吗?
参考译文
我们今天要讲的故事是《杀人者》
“哪一个是你的?”他问马克斯 。“你真是个聪明的孩子,不是吗?””麦克斯说 。他俯下身来,接过盛着咸肉和鸡蛋的盘子 。两个人都戴着手套吃饭 。乔治看着他们吃 。艾尔看了看房间的另一边 。”那边那个聪明的男孩叫什么名字?他问乔治 。”亚当斯 。尼克自己说了出来:“我叫尼克·亚当斯 。“好吧,聪明的孩子,过来站到你朋友旁边 。艾尔指了指乔治 。“你打算怎么办?”乔治问 。“这不关你的事 。”艾尔说 。“谁在厨房里,厨师吗?”乔治点头表示“是的” 。“叫他出来 。”马克斯命令道 。乔治敲了敲厨房的门 。”“萨姆,”他喊道,“过来一下 。”厨房的门开了,山姆走了出来 。桌上的两个人看着他 。艾尔站起来,把尼克和萨姆推回厨房 。门在他们后面关上了 。那个叫马克斯的人没有看着乔治,而是看着桌子旁边墙上的镜子 。“跟我说,聪明的孩子 。”马克斯说 。你觉得我们该怎么办?”乔治什么也没说 。“我要告诉你 。”马克斯说:“我们要杀人了 。你认识一个叫奥勒·安德森的大个子男人吗?”
“是的,”乔治低声说,“它有时到这里来吃东西 。”马克斯看着乔治 。“他有时到这里来?”你是说他每天晚上6点钟来这里,是不是?”“你们为什么要杀奥立·安德森?”乔治问:“他对你们做了什么?”“他从来没有对我们做过什么 。”麦克斯说:“他从没见过我们 。我们要为一个朋友把他宰了,聪明的孩子 。”“闭嘴,马克斯 。”艾尔从厨房里喊道 。“你说得太多了!”乔治看了看门边的钟,差五分钟就六点了 。马克斯推了下乔治以引起他的注意 。“如果有人进来,告诉他们今天厨师没有上班 。你明白吗,聪明的孩子?”“好吧 。”乔治说:“但是,那之后你们要对我们做什么?”“我们还不知道 。”马克斯说 。
在接下来的一个小时里,另外两个人来到了餐厅,有一次,乔治走进厨房给一个想打包的人做火腿蛋三明治 。乔治走到厨房时,看见艾尔把帽子顶在头上 。他坐在靠近门的椅子上 。怀里放着一把小猎枪 。尼克和厨子萨姆正坐在地板上 。艾尔把他们绑了起来,把毛巾塞进了他们的嘴里 。乔治把火腿和鸡蛋煮熟,放在一个面包卷上,然后把三明治放在一个棕色的纸袋里 。那人付了钱就走了 。“这个聪明的男孩什么都能做 。”马克斯说 。“他甚至会做饭 。你会让一个女人成为一个好妻子的,聪明的孩子 。”“你的朋友奥勒·安德森今晚不来了 。”乔治说:“现在已经差一刻七点了 。”“我们十分钟后再放弃 。”马克斯说 。
马克斯看着镜子和钟 。钟的指针是七点,然后是七点五分 。“快点,艾尔,”麦克斯说,“我们最好走了 。他今晚不来了 。”艾尔从厨房出来 。那把小猎枪在他那件紧身冬衣的内侧撞了一下 。“那三个聪明的男孩呢?”艾尔问道 。“他们没事 。”马克斯说 。“再见了,聪明的孩子,”他对乔治说,“今晚你们都很幸运 。”他们两个走出了门 。乔治从窗口望着他们 。他们从街对面的路灯下走过 。乔治回到厨房里,给尼克和萨姆松绑 。“他们要枪杀奥勒·安德森 。”乔治说 。“他进来吃饭的时候,他们要开枪打死他?奥勒·安德森?”尼克问 。乔治点点头 。”听着!”乔治对尼克说:“你最好去找奥勒·安德森 。”“我去看看他 。”尼克说,“他住在哪里?”乔治说:“他住在赫希酒店 。外面,街灯透过树枝照耀着 。尼克沿街走到赫希旅馆 。他走了进去,看见总服务台旁边有一个女人 。“奥勒·安德森在吗?”他问 。“是的,他在 。”她说 。尼克跟着那个女人上了一段楼梯,走到了黑暗走廊的尽头 。她敲了一扇门 。“是谁?”一个声音问 。
“有人要见你,安德森先生 。”“进来 。”尼克·亚当斯打开门走进房间 。奥勒·安德森穿着衣服躺在床上 。他没有看尼克 。“有什么事?”他问道 。”我今晚在乔治的餐厅里 。”尼克说:“两个家伙进来,把我和厨子绑起来,然后...说他们要杀了你 。”奥勒·安德森看着墙 。“我什么都做不了,”他最后说,“不过,还是谢谢你来告诉我 。”尼克看着躺在床上的大个子男人 。“难道你不想让我去找警察吗?”他问道 。“那没有任何好处 。”奥勒·安德森说 。“好吧,”尼克说,“也许你可以离开这个小镇 。”“不,”奥勒·安德森说,“我已经不再逃避了 。”他看着墙 。“不,我曾经犯了一个错误 。”他平和地说道,“现在我什么也做不了了 。
过一会儿我要出去走走 。”“再会 。”尼克说 。“再见 。”奥勒·安德森说,“谢谢你来找我 。”他没有看尼克 。尼克沿着黑暗的街道走到拐角处,回到乔治的餐馆 。“你见到奥勒了吗?”乔治一看到尼克就问道 。”“见到了 。”尼克说 。“好吧,”乔治问,“他打算怎么办?”什么都不做!”尼克说 。但他们会杀了他!”“我想他们会的 。”尼克叹了口气 。乔治伸手去拿毛巾,开始擦桌子 。“我想知道他做了什么 。”“很可能是他做掉了芝加哥的一个匪徒 。”尼克说 。他站了起来 。
“我要离开这个城镇了 。想到他在房间里等着,知道自己就要被杀,我就受不了 。太可怕了!”“那么,”乔治说,“你最好不要想它 。”