The Story of My Life
我的生活故事
B1 Read the following extract from The Story of My life by Helen Keller.
B1 阅读下面的文章，选自海伦·凯勒的《我的生活》。
The most important day I remember is the one on which my teacher, Anne Mansfield Sullivan, came to me. It was 3 March 1887, three months before I was seven years old.
我一生中最重要的一天，是老师安妮·莎莉文来到我家的这一天。是1887年3月3日，还有三个月我满七岁。
I had guessed that something unusual was about to happen, so I went to the door and waited. I soon felt approaching footsteps.
我猜想一定有什么不寻常的事要发生，因此，我安静地走到门口，站在台阶上等待着。我觉得有脚步向我走来。
I stretched out my hand. Someone took it, and I was held close in the arms of her who had come to reveal all things to me, and, more than anything else, to love me.
我立刻伸出双手。一个人握住了我的手，把我紧紧地抱在怀中。我似乎能感觉得到，她就是那个来对我启示世间一切事情、给我深切的爱的人。
The next morning, my teacher gave me a doll. When I had played with it a little while, Miss Sullivan slowly spelled into my hand the word d-o-l-l.
第二天早晨，莎莉文老师给了我一个洋娃娃。我玩了一会儿洋娃娃，莎莉文小姐在我的手掌上慢慢地拼写“d-o-l-l”这个词。
I was at once interested in this finger play and tried to imitate it.
我对手指游戏产生了兴趣，并且模仿在她手上画。
I did not know that I was spelling a word or even that words existed; I was simply making my fingers go in monkey-like imitation.
我并不知道这就是在写字，甚至也不知道世界上有文字这种东西。我不过是依样画葫芦模仿莎莉文老师的动作而已。
My teacher had been with me several weeks before I understood that everything has a name.
世间万物都有自己的名字，是在老师教了我几个星期以后，我才领悟到的。
One day, while I was playing with my new doll, Miss Sullivan put my big rag doll into my lap also, spelled d-o-l-l and tried to make me understand that d-o-l-l applied to both.
有一天，莎莉文小姐给我一个更大的新洋娃娃，同时也把原来那个布娃娃拿来放在我的膝上，然后在我手上拼写“d-o-l-l”这个词，用意在于告诉我这个大的布娃娃和小布娃娃一样都叫做“d-o-l-l”。
Earlier in the day we had had an argument over the words m-u-g and w-a-t-e-r—I persisted in confusing the two. She had dropped the subject, only to renew it now.
这天上午，我和莎莉文老师为“杯”和“水”这两个字发生了争执。我把两者混为一谈，她只好暂时丢开这个问题，重新练习布娃娃“DOLL”这个词。
I became impatient and, seizing the new doll, I threw it upon the floor. I was delighted when I felt the fragments of the broken doll at my feet.
我有些不耐烦了，抓起新洋娃娃就往地上摔，把它摔碎了，心中觉得特别痛快。
Neither sorrow nor regret followed my outburst.
发这种脾气，我既不惭愧，也不悔恨。