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鲁迅 《聪明人和傻子和奴才》

奴才总不过是寻人诉苦。只要这样，也只能这样。有一日，他遇到一个聪明人。
“先生！”他悲哀地说，眼泪联成一线，就从眼角上直流下来。“你知道的。我所过的简直不是人的生活。吃的是一天未必有一餐，这一餐又不过是高粱皮，连猪狗都不要吃的，尚且只有一小碗……”
“这实在令人同情。”聪明人也惨然说。
“可不是么！”他高兴了。“可是做工是昼夜无休息：清早担水晚烧饭，上午跑街夜磨面，晴洗衣裳雨张伞，冬烧汽炉夏打扇。半夜要煨银耳，侍候主人耍钱；头钱从来没分，有时还挨皮鞭……。”
“唉唉……”聪明人叹息着，眼圈有些发红，似乎要下泪。
“先生！我这样是敷衍不下去的。我总得另外想法子。可是什么法子呢？……”
“我想，你总会好起来……”
“是么？但愿如此。可是我对先生诉了冤苦，又得你的同情和慰安，已经舒坦得不少了。可见天理没有灭绝……”
但是，不几日，他又不平起来了，仍然寻人去诉苦。
“先生！”他流着眼泪说，“你知道的。我住的简直比猪窠还不如。主人并不将我当人；他对他的叭儿狗还要好到几万倍……”
“混帐！”那人大叫起来，使他吃惊了。那人是一个傻子。
“先生，我住的只是一间破小屋，又湿，又阴，满是臭虫，睡下去就咬得真可以。秽气冲着鼻子，四面又没有一个窗子……”
“你不会要你的主人开一个窗的么？”
“这怎么行？……”
“那么，你带我去看去！”
傻子跟奴才到他屋外，动手就砸那泥墙。
“先生！你干什么？”他大惊地说。
“我给你打开一个窗洞来。”
“这不行！主人要骂的！”
“管他呢！”他仍然砸。
“人来呀！强盗在毁咱们的屋子了！快来呀！迟一点可要打出窟窿来了！……”他哭嚷着，在地上团团地打滚。
一群奴才都出来，将傻子赶走。
听到了喊声，慢慢地最后出来的是主人。
“有强盗要来毁咱们的屋子，我首先叫喊起来，大家一同把他赶走了。”他恭敬而得胜地说。
“你不错。”主人这样夸奖他。
这一天就来了许多慰问的人，聪明人也在内。
“先生。这回因为我有功，主人夸奖了我了。你先前说我总会好起来，实在是有先见之明……。”他大有希望似的高兴地说。
“可不是么……”聪明人也代为高兴似的回答他。

作品译文

The Wise Man, the Fool and the Slave
Lu Xun

What a slave did was just to look for someone to listen to his own grievances. That was the only thing he wanted to do and also the only thing he could do. One day he came across a wise man.
“Sir!” said he sadly, tears trickling down from the corners of his eyes. “As you can see, I lead a subhuman life. I’m not even assured of a single meal a day. If I have one, it’s only a small bowl of kaoliang husks, which even a pig or dog would disdain to eat …”
“What a wretched life you lead!” the wise man replied with pity.
“Isn’t it?” the slave followed up with exaltation. “And I toil day and night without rest. I carry water at dawn and cook dinner at dusk. I run errands all morning and grind wheat at night. I wash the clothes when it’s fine and hold an umbrella for my master when it’s rainy. I take care of the heating stove in winter and keep cooling my master with a fan in summer. I boil white fungus for him late at night. I wait on him at his gambling table without ever getting a tip. Instead I sometimes get a good thrashing …”
“Oh, dear!” the wise man said with a sigh, the rims of his eyes looking somewhat red as if he were about to shed tears.
“Sir! I can’t put up with it any more. I’ve got to find a way out. But what can I do? ...”
“I’m sure you’ll pull through sooner or later …”
“Really? I hope so. But sir, I already feel much better now as you’ve given me sympathy and encouragement after listening to my grievances. It’s thus clear that Heaven always upholds justice ...”
A few days later, however, he again began to grumble and look for somebody to listen to his complaints.
“Sir!” he cried out tearfully. “You know, I live in a place even lousier than a pigsty. My master treats me like dirt. He treats his Pekinese ten thousand times better …”
“Damn it!” the listener swore in such a loud voice as to make the slave start. This man was a fool.
“Sir, I live in a run-down small but which is wet, dingy, stinking and full of bedbugs. They bite me all over when I lie down to sleep. And the place doesn’t even have a single window …”
“Why not ask your master to have a window made?”
“How can I do that? ...”
“Ok, you show me around!”
As soon as they came to the slave’s dwelling, the fool started to pound its mud wall.
“What the hell are you doing, sir?” the slave yelled with alarm.
“I’m trying to knock a hole to make a window for you.”
“No, you can’t do that! The master will be mad at me!”
“To hell with your master!” the fool continued pounding away.
“Help! A robber is breaking down our house! Hurry up, or he’ll knock a big hole in the wall! …” sobbing and shouting at the top of his voice, the slave rolled round and round on the ground.
Thereupon, a whole troop of slaves arrived on the scene and drove away the fool.
The last one that came out unhurriedly on hearing the commotion was the master.
“A robber came to smash up our house,” the slave spoke respectfully and smugly. “I was the first to shout the alarm. We together drove him away.”
“You did well,” the master praised him.
A great many people came that day to express their solicitude, among them the wise man.
“Sir, I’ve just been praised by my master for my meritorious service,” the slave said to the wise man very happily and hopefully. “I remember you said the other day that I would pull through sooner or later. So you’re really a man of foresight …”
“Oh, yeah …” replied the wise man as if he, too, were happy for the sake of the slave.