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Once there was a Czechoslovak violin player who lived in Sweden. His name was Rudolf. Some of his friends said he could not play the violin very well. He was too restless and travelled around too much. Rudolf did travel, that was true. He travelled about Scandinavia in a small boat stopping at small cities along the coast. Here he would give a violin concerts and earned money to buy food and clothes. If he found a person to play the piano with him, good. If not, he played music that did not need piano. Once a twice, he felt to agree need to play music that needed piano, so he made them believe one was playing. He would play complete saintnado for violin and piano with no piano in site. One year, Rudolf sailed all the way out to Iceland. He began playing at different seaport cities all around the rocky coast. It was hard and difficult land. Yet, the people in those areas never forgot how to be kind and friendly to strangers.
One day, Rudolf was sailing from one town to another. When the northeast sky turned black and threatening. A storm was blowing over Iceland. Rudolf was sailing near a dangerous rocky place and closed to for hours away. The wind began to blow stronger. Rudolf was beginning to feel trouble, then he saw a light house less than a kilometer's away. The light house was on a small rocky island surrounded by deep water. At the bottom of the light house was big heavy rocks. In one place, the rock separated, there the water was calm, protected by the rocks. Rudolf tried to sail his boat into the calm place. At last he did, he tied the boat to metal ring that was stuck in the rocks. He began walking up the rocks towards the house. At the top of rocks was a man, his body was almost hid by the storm clouds that hung low over the light house. "You are welcome." The man's voice thunder down the rocks louder than the noisy waves. The light house man led Rudolf up the metal stairs. They went round and round to the top. They stopped on the third floor, there was a living room. The light house man became very busy preparing for the storm.
He had to make sure the great light on the top of light house would shine during the black storm. The light house man was very big. He had long great beard hanging from his chin. He moved around very slowly as if every move he made was carefully thought about before he made it. The light house was his world, small as it was. And he knew every inch of it. He did not talk very much. Words were not important to him, not as important as the forces he lived with all around him. He was kind and gentle, very different from the place he lived in where the wind blew the sea high and threw ships against the rocks. They shared supper of black bread and boiled potatoes, herring, cheese and hot tea. Then the two men sat and studied each other. The storm struggled against the light house with thousands different noises. Rudolf offered the light house man some tobacco. The old man shook his head no and smiled little. To Rudolf, he seemed like the island strong as the rock the light house was built on. He needed nothing, nothing more than what he had in his light house. He sat there gentle and quiet, his big hand resting on his knees. He was at peace. Rudolf learned more about the old man. He was born in this very light house 83 years ago. His father had been the light house man before him. His mother, the only woman, he had ever known told him to read the Bible and read it every day.
He had no other books. As a violin player, Rudolf had no time to read much either, but then he lived in the cities. He reached down and took out his violin which he liked so much. "What do you make with that, sir?" The man asked. For a moment, Rudolf thought the man was joking, but his face showed he was not. He did not look much interested in the violin itself but in the whole person of Rudolf, his violin and his work. Rudolf found it hard to believe that there was someone in the world who did not know what violin was. Yet he could not laugh. He felt small against the comb shining from the old man. "I make music with it." He spoke in a voice not sure what he said. "Music?" The old man said, not completely understanding. "I have never heard it, but I have never seen music." "One does not see music, one hears it." "Ahh, yes." The old man said and he looked at the violin player and gave him all the respect of great man.
Then something in the storm and the light house and the old man lifted Rudolf away from usual everyday feelings. He was filled with understanding and love. He was lifted to the world he had never known or felt. He wanted to play music that showed the power of fire and stars just for the old man, and with the storm and the wind to join him. He stood and played. The moments passed. Moments that were days in the birth of fire and stars, moments of the struggle of all man and finally moments that showed the great mass of all humans' spirit. Never before had Rudolf played with such power. Outside waves and winds beat the light house with giant hands. Above the strong light through its life saving beings across the dark and angry seas. Rudolf dropped his head to his chest, breathing hard. The Ocean threw its water over the land with the sound of many voices. The old man sat without moving, his wide old hands resting on his knees. He thought about the storm outside. Music made by god. He thought of Rudolf and his music. Both were part of works of nature. Both were works of wonder. He nodded his head and bended down, then turned to Rudolf. "Yes," He Said, "That is true."
重点解析
1.walk up 沿……走；走近
The odd numbers are on the left as you walk up the street.
沿这条街走，在左边的是单号。
2.different from 不同于；与……不同
Now it is different from the past.
现在和过去不同了。
3.interested in 对……感兴趣；兴趣于
People are not interested in movies anymore.
人们不再对电影感兴趣了。
4.think about 考虑；思索
You don't have to think about me and Hugh.
你不必挂念我和休。
参考译文
《倾听者》。从前，有一位捷克斯洛伐克小提琴手住在瑞典，他的名字叫鲁道夫。他的一些朋友说他拉不好小提琴。他感到非常不安，到处游荡。鲁道夫确实旅行过，这是真的。他乘坐一艘小船在斯堪的纳维亚半岛旅行，停在沿海的小城市。他在那儿举办小提琴音乐会，挣到钱后就去买食物和衣服。如果他找到一个人和他一起弹钢琴，那就好了。如果找不到，他就演奏不需要钢琴的音乐。有两次，他觉得需要演奏用钢琴的音乐，所以他让他们相信有人在演奏。他会演奏为小提琴和钢琴编写的完整版圣纳多，而现场没有钢琴。有一年，鲁道夫一路航行到冰岛。他开始在岩石海岸的不同海港城市演奏。那片地很硬，也不好走。然而，那些地方的人们从来没有忘记如何友善地对待陌生人。
一天，鲁道夫从一个镇航行到另一个镇。东北部的天空变黑了，阴沉沉的。一场暴风雨正从冰岛上空刮过，鲁道夫在一个岩石很多的危险地方航行。风开始刮得更大了。鲁道夫开始感到遇上了麻烦，然后他看到不到一公里远处的一座灯塔。灯塔在一个被深水包围的岩石小岛上。灯塔底部是一块块重重的大石头。岩石在一个地方分开了，那里的水很平静，有岩石做防护。鲁道夫试图把他的船驶到平静的地方。最后，他把船系到卡在岩石上的金属环上。他开始沿着岩石向房子走去。岩石顶上有一个人，他的身体几乎笼罩在灯塔上空的暴风雨的云朵里。“不用客气。”那人的声音轰隆隆的，比喧嚣的海浪还要响亮。灯塔人领鲁道夫上了金属楼梯，他们一圈又一圈地爬到山顶。他们停在三层，那里有一个客厅。灯塔人忙着为暴风雨的到来做准备。
他必须确保灯塔顶上巨大的灯光，在黑暗的风暴中闪耀。看灯塔的人个头很高大，下巴上垂着长长的大胡子。他走得很慢，好像每一步都经过深思熟虑。灯塔虽然很小，但那就是他的世界，他对它了如指掌。他不怎么说话。语言对他来说并不重要，也不像他生活中那些有影响力的人和事那样重要。他和蔼可亲，与他居住的地方大不相同，那里的风把海浪吹得高高的，把船扔向岩石。他们一起吃晚餐，有黑面包、煮土豆、鲱鱼、奶酪和热茶。然后两人坐在一起彼此端详。暴风雨以数千种不同的声音击打着灯塔。鲁道夫给看灯塔的人一些烟草，老人摇摇头拒绝了，浅浅地笑了一下。在鲁道夫看来，他就像灯塔下面的那些岩石一样坚固。他什么都不需要，只需要灯塔里的东西。他静静地坐在那里，大手放在膝盖上。他很平静。鲁道夫了解了更多有关这位老人的事情。他83年前出生在这个灯塔里。他父亲也是看灯塔的人。母亲是他唯一认识的女人，告诉他每天读《圣经》。
他没有别的书。鲁道夫作为一名小提琴手，也没有时间读很多书，但后来他住到了城里。他把非常喜欢的小提琴拿了出来。“先生，您用它做什么？”那人问。有那么一会儿，鲁道夫以为那人在开玩笑，但从他的脸上看得出不是。他看上去对小提琴并不太感兴趣，但对鲁道夫本人、他的小提琴和他的作品都很感兴趣。鲁道夫发现，很难相信世界上有人不知道小提琴是什么。但他笑不出来，他觉得自己和老人相比显得很矮小。“我用它创作音乐。”“音乐？”老人说，他不能完全理解。“我从未听过音乐，也从未见过音乐。”“音乐看不见，但可以听音乐。”“啊，是的。”老人说着，看了看这位小提琴手，并给了他伟人一般的敬意。
接着，暴风雨、灯灯塔里的一些东西和那位老人把罗道夫从日常生活中解脱出来。他感到充满了理解和爱。他被提升到一个他从未认识或感受到的世界。他想为这位老人演奏能显示火和星星力量的音乐，并与暴风雨和风一起演奏。他站着演奏，时间流逝。那是火与星辰诞生的日子，是全人类奋斗的时刻，最后是展现人类巨大精神力量的时刻。鲁道夫以前从未这样有力地演奏过，外面的海浪和风用巨大的力量敲打着灯塔。在强光之下，穿越黑暗和愤怒的海洋。鲁道夫低下头，用力呼吸。海水拍打着陆地，发出许多声响。老人一动不动地坐在那里，两手放在膝盖上。他想到外面的暴风雨，上帝创造的音乐。他想到了鲁道夫和他的音乐。两者都是大自然的杰作，两者都是奇迹。他点了点头，弯下腰，然后转向鲁道夫。 “是的，”他说，“那是真的。”
