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(偷书贼)美国畅销小说 the book thief

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TableofContentsTitlePageDedicationPROLOGUEDEATHANDCHOCOLATEBESIDETHERAILWAYLINETHEECLIPSETHEFLAGPARTONEthegravedigger’shandbookARRIVALONHIMMELSTREETGROWINGUPASAUMENSCHTHEWOMANWITHTHEIRONFISTTHEKISS(AChildhoodDecisionMaker)THEJESSEOWENSINCIDENTTHEOTHERSIDEOFSANDPAPERTHESMELLOFFRIENDSHIPTHEHEAVYWEIGHTCHAMPIONOFTHESCHOOLYARDPARTTWOtheshouldershrugAGIRLMADEOFDARKNESSTHEJOYOFCIGARETTESTHETOWNWALKERDEADLETTERSHITLER’SBIRTHDAY,PERCENTPUREGERMANSWEATTHEGATESOFTHIEVERYBOOKOFFIREPARTTHREEmeinkampfTHEWAYHOMETHEMAYOR’SLIBRARYENTERTHESTRUGGLERTHEATTRIBUTESOFSUMMERTHEARYANSHOPKEEPERTHESTRUGGLER,CONTINUEDTRICKSTERSTHESTRUGGLER,CONCLUDEDPARTFOURthestandovermanTHEACCORDIONIST(TheSecretLifeofHansHubermann)AGOODGIRLASHORTHISTORYOFTHEJEWISHFISTFIGHTERTHEWRATHOFROSALIESEL’SLECTURETHESLEEPERTHESWAPPINGOFNIGHTMARESPAGESFROMTHEBASEMENTPARTFIVEthewhistlerTHEFLOATINGBOOK(PartI)THEGAMBLERS(ASEVENSIDEDDIE)RUDY’SYOUTHTHELOSERSSKETCHESTHEWHISTLERANDTHESHOESTHREEACTSOFSTUPIDITYBYRUDYSTEINERTHEFLOATINGBOOK(PartII)PARTSIXthedreamcarrierDEATH’SDIARY:THESNOWMANTHIRTEENPRESENTSFRESHAIR,ANOLDNIGHTMARE,ANDWHATTODOWITHAJEWISHCORPSEDEATH’SDIARY:COLOGNETHEVISITORTHESCHMUNZELERDEATH’SDIARY:THEPARISIANSPARTSEVENthecompletedudendictionaryandthesaurusCHAMPAGNEANDACCORDIONSTHETRILOGYTHESOUNDOFSIRENSTHESKYSTEALERFRAUHOLTZAPFEL’SOFFERTHELONGWALKTODACHAUPEACETHEIDIOTANDTHECOATMENPARTEIGHTthewordshakerDOMINOESANDDARKNESSTHETHOUGHTOFRUDYNAKEDPUNISHMENTTHEPROMISEKEEPER’SWIFETHECOLLECTORTHEBREADEATERSTHEHIDDENSKETCHBOOKTHEANARCHIST’SSUITCOLLECTIONPARTNINEthelasthumanstrangerTHENEXTTEMPTATIONTHECARDPLAYERTHESNOWSOFSTALINGRADTHEAGELESSBROTHERTHEACCIDENTTHEBITTERTASTEOFQUESTIONSONETOOLBOX,ONEBLEEDER,ONEBEARHOMECOMINGPARTTENthebookthiefTHEENDOFTHEWORLD(PartI)THENINETYEIGHTHDAYTHEWARMAKERWAYOFTHEWORDSCONFESSIONSILSAHERMANN’SLITTLEBLACKBOOKTHERIBCAGEPLANESTHEENDOFTHEWORLD(PartII)AcknowledgementsEPILOGUEthelastcolorDEATHANDLIESELWOODINTHEAFTERNOONMAXTHEHANDOVERMANCopyrightPageForElisabethandHelmutZusak,withloveandadmirationPROLOGUEamountainrangeofrubbleinwhichournarratorintroduces:himselfthecolorsandthebookthiefDEATHANDCHOCOLATEFirstthecolorsThenthehumansThat’susuallyhowIseethingsOratleast,howItryHEREISASMALLFACTYouaregoingtodieIaminalltruthfulnessattemptingtobecheerfulaboutthiswholetopic,thoughmostpeoplefindthemselveshinderedinbelievingme,nomattermyprotestationsPlease,trustmeImostdefinitelycanbecheerfulIcanbeamiableAgreeableAffableAndthat’sonlytheA’sJustdon’taskmetobeniceNicehasnothingtodowithmeREACTIONTOTHEAFOREMENTIONEDFACTDoesthisworryyouIurgeyoudon’tbeafraidI’mnothingifnotfairOfcourse,anintroductionAbeginningWherearemymannersIcouldintroducemyselfproperly,butit’snotreallynecessaryYouwillknowmewellenoughandsoonenough,dependingonadiverserangeofvariablesItsufficestosaythatatsomepointintime,Iwillbestandingoveryou,asgeniallyaspossibleYoursoulwillbeinmyarmsAcolorwillbeperchedonmyshoulderIwillcarryyougentlyawayAtthatmoment,youwillbelyingthere(Irarelyfindpeoplestandingup)YouwillbecakedinyourownbodyTheremightbeadiscoveryascreamwilldribbledowntheairTheonlysoundI’llhearafterthatwillbemyownbreathing,andthesoundofthesmell,ofmyfootstepsThequestionis,whatcolorwilleverythingbeatthatmomentwhenIcomeforyouWhatwilltheskybesayingPersonally,IlikeachocolatecoloredskyDark,darkchocolatePeoplesayitsuitsmeIdo,however,trytoenjoyeverycolorIseethewholespectrumAbillionorsoflavors,noneofthemquitethesame,andaskytoslowlysuckonIttakestheedgeoffthestressIthelpsmerelaxASMALLTHEORYPeopleobservethecolorsofadayonlyatitsbeginningsandends,buttomeit’squiteclearthatadaymergesthroughamultitudeofshadesandintonations,witheachpassingmomentAsinglehourcanconsistofthousandsofdifferentcolorsWaxyyellows,cloudspatbluesMurkydarknessesInmylineofwork,ImakeitapointtonoticethemAsI’vebeenalludingto,myonesavinggraceisdistractionItkeepsmesaneIthelpsmecope,consideringthelengthoftimeI’vebeenperformingthisjobThetroubleis,whocouldeverreplacemeWhocouldstepinwhileItakeabreakinyourstockstandardresortstylevacationdestination,whetheritbetropicaloroftheskitripvarietyTheanswer,ofcourse,isnobody,whichhaspromptedmetomakeaconscious,deliberatedecisiontomakedistractionmyvacationNeedlesstosay,IvacationinincrementsIncolorsStill,it’spossiblethatyoumightbeasking,whydoesheevenneedavacationWhatdoesheneeddistractionfromWhichbringsmetomynextpointIt’stheleftoverhumansThesurvivorsThey’retheonesIcan’tstandtolookat,althoughonmanyoccasionsIstillfailIdeliberatelyseekoutthecolorstokeepmymindoffthem,butnowandthen,Iwitnesstheoneswhoareleftbehind,crumblingamongthejigsawpuzzleofrealization,despair,andsurpriseTheyhavepuncturedheartsTheyhavebeatenlungsWhichinturnbringsmetothesubjectIamtellingyouabouttonight,ortoday,orwhateverthehourandcolorIt’sthestoryofoneofthoseperpetualsurvivorsanexpertatbeingleftbehindIt’sjustasmallstoryreally,about,amongotherthings:•Agirl•Somewords•Anaccordionist•SomefanaticalGermans•AJewishfistfighter•AndquitealotofthieveryIsawthebookthiefthreetimesBESIDETHERAILWAYLINEFirstupissomethingwhiteOftheblindingkindSomeofyouaremostlikelythinkingthatwhiteisnotreallyacolorandallofthattiredsortofnonsenseWell,I’mheretotellyouthatitisWhiteiswithoutquestionacolor,andpersonally,Idon’tthinkyouwanttoarguewithmeAREASSURINGANNOUNCEMENTPlease,becalm,despitethatpreviousthreatIamallblusterIamnotviolentIamnotmaliciousIamaresultYes,itwaswhiteItfeltasthoughthewholeglobewasdressedinsnowLikeithadpullediton,thewayyoupullonasweaterNexttothetrainline,footprintsweresunkentotheirshinsTreesworeblanketsoficeAsyoumightexpect,someonehaddiedTheycouldn’tjustleavehimonthegroundFornow,itwasn’tsuchaproblem,butverysoon,thetrackaheadwouldbeclearedandthetrainwouldneedtomoveonThereweretwoguardsTherewasonemotherandherdaughterOnecorpseThemother,thegirl,andthecorpseremainedstubbornandsilent“Well,whatelsedoyouwantmetodo”TheguardsweretallandshortThetallonealwaysspokefirst,thoughhewasnotinchargeHelookedatthesmaller,rounderoneTheonewiththejuicyredface“Well,”wastheresponse,“wecan’tjustleavethemlikethis,canwe”Thetallonewaslosingpatience“Whynot”AndthesmalleronedamnnearexplodedHelookedupatthetallone’schinandcried,“Spinnstdu!Areyoustupid!”TheabhorrenceonhischeekswasgrowingthickerbythemomentHisskinwidened“Comeon,”hesaid,traipsingoverthesnow“We’llcarryallthreeofthembackonifwehavetoWe’llnotifythenextstop”Asforme,IhadalreadymadethemostelementaryofmistakesIcan’texplaintoyoutheseverityofmyselfdisappointmentOriginally,I’ddoneeverythingright:Istudiedtheblinding,whitesnowskywhostoodatthewindowofthemovingtrainIpracticallyinhaledit,butstill,IwaveredIbuckledIbecameinterestedInthegirlCuriositygotthebetterofme,andIresignedmyselftostayaslongasmyscheduleallowed,andIwatchedTwentythreeminuteslater,whenthetrainwasstopped,IclimbedoutwiththemAsmallsoulwasinmyarmsIstoodalittletotherightThedynamictrainguardduomadetheirwaybacktothemother,thegirl,andthesmallmalecorpseIclearlyrememberthatmybreathwasloudthatdayI’msurprisedtheguardsdidn’tnoticemeastheywalkedbyTheworldwassaggingnow,undertheweightofallthatsnowPerhapstenmeterstomyleft,thepale,emptystomachedgirlwasstanding,froststrickenHermouthjitteredHercoldarmswerefoldedTearswerefrozentothebookthief’sfaceTHEECLIPSENextisasignatureblack,toshowthepolesofmyversatility,ifyoulikeItwasthedarkestmomentbeforethedawnThistime,IhadcomeforamanofperhapstwentyfouryearsofageItwasabeautifulthinginsomewaysTheplanewasstillcoughingSmokewasleakingfrombothitslungsWhenitcrashed,threedeepgashesweremadeintheearthItswingswerenowsawnoffarmsNomoreflappingNotforthismetalliclittlebirdSOMEOTHERSMALLFACTSSometimesIarrivetooearlyIrush,andsomepeopleclinglongertolifethanexpectedAfterasmallcollectionofminutes,thesmokeexhausteditselfTherewasnothinglefttogiveAboyarrivedfirst,withclutteredbreathandwhatappearedtobeatoolboxWithgreattrepidation,heapproachedthecockpitandwatchedthepilot,gaugingifhewasalive,atwhichpoint,hestillwasThebookthiefarrivedperhapsthirtysecondslaterYearshadpassed,butIrecognizedherShewaspantingFromthetoolbox,theboytookout,ofallthings,ateddybearHereachedinthroughthetornwindshieldandplaceditonthepilot’schestThesmilingbearsathuddledamongthecrowdedwreckageofthemanandthebloodAfewminuteslater,ItookmychanceThetimewasrightIwalkedin,loosenedhissoul,andcarrieditgentlyawayAllthatwasleftwasthebody,thedwindlingsmellofsmoke,andthesmilingteddybearAsthecrowdarrivedinfull,things,ofcourse,hadchangedThehorizonwasbeginningtocharcoalWhatwasleftoftheblacknessabovewasnothingnowbutascribble,anddisappearingfastTheman,incomparison,wasthecolorofboneSkeletoncoloredskinAruffleduniformHiseyeswerecoldandbrownlikecoffeestainsandthelastscrawlfromaboveformedwhat,tome,appearedanodd,yetfamiliar,shapeAsignatureThecrowddidwhatcrowdsdoAsImademywaythrough,eachpersonstoodandplayedwiththequietnessofitItwasasmallconcoctionofdisjointedhandmovements,muffledsentences,andmute,selfconsciousturnsWhenIglancedbackattheplane,thepilot’sopenmouthappearedtobesmilingAfinaldirtyjokeAnotherhumanpunchlineHeremainedshroudedinhisuniformasthegrayinglightarmwrestledtheskyAswithmanyoftheothers,whenIbeganmyjourneyaway,thereseemedaquickshadowagain,afinalmomentofeclipsetherecognitionofanothersoulgoneYousee,tome,forjustamoment,despiteallofthecolorsthattouchandgrapplewithwhatIseeinthisworld,IwilloftencatchaneclipsewhenahumandiesI’veseenmillionsofthemI’veseenmoreeclipsesthanIcaretorememberTHEFLAGThelasttimeIsawherwasredTheskywaslikesoup,boilingandstirringInsomeplaces,itwasburnedTherewereblackcrumbs,andpepper,streakedacrosstherednessEarlier,kidshadbeenplayinghopscotchthere,onthestreetthatlookedlikeoilstainedpagesWhenIarrived,IcouldstillheartheechoesThefeettappingtheroadThechildrenvoiceslaughing,andthesmileslikesalt,butdecayingfastThen,bombsThistime,everythingwastoolateThesirensThecuckooshrieksintheradioAlltoolateWithinminutes,moundsofconcreteandearthwerestackedandpiledThestreetswererupturedveinsBloodstreamedtillitwasdriedontheroad,andthebodieswerestuckthere,likedriftwoodafterthefloodTheywereglueddown,everylastoneofthemApacketofsoulsWasitfateMisfortuneIsthatwhatgluedthemdownlikethatOfcoursenotLet’snotbestupidItprobablyhadmoretodowiththehurledbombs,throwndownbyhumanshidinginthecloudsYes,theskywasnowadevastating,homecookedredThesmallGermantownhadbeenflungapartonemoretimeSnowflakesofashfellsolovelilyyouweretemptedtostretchoutyourtonguetocatchthem,tastethemOnly,theywouldhavescorchedyourlipsTheywouldhavecookedyourmouthClearly,IseeitIwasjustabouttoleavewhenIfoundherkneelingthereAmountainrangeofrubblewaswritten,designed,erectedaroundherShewasclutchingatabookApartfromeverythingelse,thebookthiefwanteddesperatelytogobacktothebasement,towrite,ortoreadthroughherstoryonelasttimeInhindsight,IseeitsoobviouslyonherfaceShewasdyingforitthesafetyofit,thehomeofitbutshecouldnotmoveAlso,thebasementdidn’tevenexistanymoreItwaspartofthemangledlandscapePlease,again,IaskyoutobelievemeIwantedtostopTocrouchdownIwantedtosay:“I’msorry,child”ButthatisnotallowedIdidnotcrouchdownIdidnotspeakInstead,IwatchedherawhileWhenshewasabletomove,IfollowedherShedroppedthebookShekneltThebookthiefhowledHerbookwassteppedonseveraltimesasthecleanupbegan,andalthoughordersweregivenonlytoclearthemessofconcrete,thegirl’smostpreciousitemwasthrownaboardagarbagetruck,atwhichpointIwascompelledIclimbedaboardandtookitinmyhand,notrealizingthatIwouldkeepitandviewitseveralthousandtimesovertheyearsIwouldwatchtheplaceswhereweintersect,andmarvelatwhatthegirlsawandhowshesurvivedThatisthebestIcandowatchitfallintolinewitheverythingelseIspectatedduringthattimeWhenIrecollecther,Iseealonglistofcolors,butit’sthethreeinwhichIsawherinthefleshthatresonatethemostSometimesImanagetofloatfarabovethosethreemomentsIhangsuspended,untilaseptictruthbleedstowardclarityThat’swhenIseethemformulateTHECOLORSRED:WHITE:BLACK:TheyfallontopofeachotherThescribbledsignatureblack,ontotheblindingglobalwhite,ontothethicksoupyredYes,often,Iamremindedofher,andinoneofmyvastarrayofpockets,IhavekeptherstorytoretellItisoneofthesmalllegionIcarry,eachoneextraordinaryinitsownrightEachoneanattemptanimmenseleapofanattempttoprovetomethatyou,andyourhumanexistence,areworthitHereitisOneofahandfulTheBookThiefIfyoufeellikeit,comewithmeIwilltellyouastoryI’llshowyousomethingPARTONEthegravedigger’shandbookfeaturing:himmelstreettheartofsaumenschinganironfistedwomanakissattemptjesseowenssandpaperthesmelloffriendshipaheavyweightchampionandthemotherofallwatschensARRIVALONHIMMELSTREETThatlasttimeThatredskyHowdoesabookthiefendupkneelingandhowlingandflankedbyamanmadeheapofridiculous,greasy,cookeduprubbleYearsearlier,thestartwassnowThetimehadcomeForoneASPECTACULARLYTRAGICMOMENTAtrainwasmovingquicklyItwaspackedwithhumansAsixyearoldboydiedinthethirdcarriageThebookthiefandherbrotherweretravelingdowntowardMunich,wheretheywouldsoonbegivenovertofosterparentsWenowknow,ofcourse,thattheboydidn’tmakeitHOWITHAPPENEDTherewasanintensespurtofcoughingAlmostaninspiredspurtAndsoonafternothingWhenthecoughingstopped,therewasnothingbutthenothingnessoflifemovingonwithashuffle,oranearsilenttwitchAsuddennessfounditswayontohislipsthen,whichwereacorrodedbrowncolorandpeeling,likeoldpaintIndesperateneedofredoingTheirmotherwasasleepIenteredthetrainMyfeetsteppedthroughtheclutteredaisleandmypalmwasoverhismouthinaninstantNoonenoticedThetraingallopedonExceptthegirlWithoneeyeopen,onestillinadream,thebookthiefalsoknownasLieselMemingercouldseewithoutquestionthatheryoungerbrother,Werner,wasnowsidewaysanddeadHisblueeyesstaredatthefloorSeeingnothingPriortowakingup,thebookthiefwasdreamingabouttheFührer,AdolfHitlerInthedream,shewasattendingarallyatwhichhespoke,lookingattheskullcoloredpartinhishairandtheperfectsquareofhismustacheShewaslisteningcontentedlytothetorrentofwordsspillingfromhismouthHissentencesglowedinthelightInaquietermoment,heactuallycroucheddownandsmiledatherShereturnedthesmileandsaid,“GutenTag,HerrFührerWiegeht’sdirheut”Shehadn’tlearnedtospeaktoowell,oreventoread,asshehadrarelyfrequentedschoolThereasonforthatshewouldfindoutinduecourseJustastheFührerwasabouttoreply,shewokeupItwasJanuaryShewasnineyearsold,soontobetenHerbrotherwasdeadOneeyeopenOnestillinadreamItwouldbebetterforacompletedream,Ithink,butIreallyhavenocontroloverthatThesecondeyejumpedawakeandshecaughtmeout,nodoubtaboutitItwasexactlywhenIkneltdownandextractedhissoul,holdingitlimplyinmyswollenarmsHewarmedupsoonafter,butwhenIpickedhimuporiginally,theboy’sspiritwassoftandcold,likeicecreamHestartedmeltinginmyarmsThenwarmingupcompletelyHealingForLieselMeminger,therewastheimprisonedstiffnessofmovementandthestaggeredonslaughtofthoughtsEsstimmtnichtThisisn’thappeningThisisn’thappeningAndtheshakingWhydotheyalwaysshakethemYes,Iknow,Iknow,IassumeithassomethingtodowithinstinctTostemtheflowoftruthHerheartatthatpointwasslipperyandhot,andloud,soloudsoloudStupidly,IstayedIwatchedNext,hermotherShewokeherupwiththesamedistraughtshakeIfyoucan’timagineit,thinkclumsysilenceThinkbitsandpiecesoffloatingdespairAnddrowninginatrainSnowhadbeenfallingconsistently,andtheservicetoMunichwasforcedtostopduetofaultytrackworkTherewasawomanwailingAgirlstoodnumblynexttoherInpanic,themotheropenedthedoorSheclimbeddownintothesnow,holdingthesmallbodyWhatcouldthegirldobutfollowAsyou’vebeeninformed,twoguardsalsoexitedthetrainTheydiscussedandarguedoverwhattodoThesituationwasunsavorytosaytheleastItwaseventuallydecidedthatallthreeofthemshouldbetakentothenexttownshipandlefttheretosortthingsoutThistime,thetrainlimpedthroughthesnowedincountryIthobbledinandstoppedTheysteppedontotheplatform,thebodyinhermother’sarmsTheystoodTheboywasgettingheavyLieselhadnoideawhereshewasAllwaswhite,andastheyremainedatthestation,shec

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