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Dream Life and Real Life(梦境与现实)英文版.pdf

Dream Life and Real Life(梦境与现实)…

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简介:本文档为《Dream Life and Real Life(梦境与现实)英文版pdf》,可适用于外语资料领域,主题内容包含DreamLifeandRealLifeALittleAfricanStoryDreamLifeandRealLifeALittleAfricanS符等。

DreamLifeandRealLifeALittleAfricanStoryDreamLifeandRealLifeALittleAfricanStorybyOliveSchreinerDreamLifeandRealLifeALittleAfricanStoryAuthorof"TheStoryofanAfricanFarm"and"Dreams"DedicationToMyBrotherFred,ForwhoselittleschoolmagazinethefirstofthesetinystoriesoneofthefirstIevermadewaswrittenoutmanylongyearsagoOSNewCollege,Eastbourne,Sept,KopjesInthekaroo,arehillocksofstones,thatriseupsinglyorinclusters,hereandtherepresentingsometimesthefantasticappearanceofoldruinedcastlesorgiantgraves,theworkofhumanhandsKraalAsheepfoldKrantzAprecipiceSluitAdeepfissure,generallydry,inwhichthesuperfluoustorrentsofwaterarecarriedfromthekarooplainsafterthunderstormsStoepAporchDreamLifeandRealLifeALittleAfricanStoryIDREAMLIFEANDREALLIFEALITTLEAFRICANSTORYLittleJannitasatalonebesideamilkbushBeforeherandbehindherstretchedtheplain,coveredwithredsandandthornykaroobushesandhereandthereamilkbush,lookinglikeabundleofpalegreenrodstiedtogetherNotatreewastobeseenanywhere,exceptonthebanksoftheriver,andthatwasfaraway,andthesunbeatonherheadRoundherfedtheAngoragoatsshewasherdingprettythings,especiallythelittleones,withwhitesilkycurlsthattouchedthegroundButJannitasatcryingIfanangelshouldgatherupinhiscupallthetearsthathavebeenshed,IthinkthebitterestwouldbethoseofchildrenByandbyshewassotired,andthesunwassohot,shelaidherheadagainstthemilkbush,anddroppedasleepShedreamedabeautifuldreamShethoughtthatwhenshewentbacktothefarmhouseintheevening,thewallswerecoveredwithvinesandroses,andthekraalswerenotmadeofredstone,butoflilactreesfullofblossomAndthefatoldBoersmiledatherandthestickheheldacrossthedoor,forthegoatstojumpover,wasalilyrodwithsevenblossomsattheendWhenshewenttothehousehermistressgaveherawholeroastercakeforhersupper,andthemistress'sdaughterhadstuckaroseinthecakeandhermistress'ssoninlawsaid,"Thankyou!"whenshepulledoffhisboots,anddidnotkickherItwasabeautifuldreamWhileshelaythusdreaming,oneofthelittlekidscameandlickedheronhercheek,becauseofthesaltfromherdrieduptearsAndinherdreamshewasnotapoorindenturedchildanymore,livingwithBoersItwasherfatherwhokissedherHesaidhehadonlybeenasleepthatdaywhenhelaydownunderthethornbushhehadnotreallydiedHefeltherhair,andsaiditwasgrownlongandsilky,andhesaidtheywouldgobacktoDenmarknowHeaskedherwhyherfeetwerebare,andwhatthemarksonherbackwereThenheputherheadonhisshoulder,DreamLifeandRealLifeALittleAfricanStoryandpickedherup,andcarriedheraway,away!ShelaughedshecouldfeelherfaceagainsthisbrownbeardHisarmsweresostrongAsshelaytheredreaming,withtheantsrunningoverhernakedfeet,andwithherbrowncurlslyinginthesand,aHottentotcameuptoherHewasdressedinraggedyellowtrousers,andadirtyshirt,andtornjacketHehadaredhandkerchiefroundhishead,andafelthatabovethatHisnosewasflat,hiseyeslikeslits,andthewoolonhisheadwasgatheredintolittleroundballsHecametothemilkbush,andlookedatthelittlegirllyinginthehotsunThenhewalkedoff,andcaughtoneofthefattestlittleAngoragoats,andhelditsmouthfast,ashestuckitunderhisarmHelookedbacktoseethatshewasstillsleeping,andjumpeddownintooneofthesluitsHewalkeddownthebedofthesluitalittlewayandcametoanoverhangingbank,underwhich,sittingontheredsand,weretwomenOnewasatiny,ragged,oldbushman,fourfeethightheotherwasanEnglishnavvy,inadarkblueblouseTheycutthekid'sthroatwiththenavvy'slongknife,andcoveredupthebloodwithsand,andburiedtheentrailsandskinThentheytalked,andquarrelledalittleandthentheytalkedquietlyagainTheHottentotmanputalegofthekidunderhiscoatandlefttherestofthemeatforthetwointhesluit,andwalkedawayWhenlittleJannitaawokeitwasalmostsunsetShesatupveryfrightened,buthergoatswereallaboutherShebegantodrivethemhome"Idonotthinkthereareanylost,"shesaidDirk,theHottentot,hadbroughthisflockhomealready,andstoodatthekraaldoorwithhisraggedyellowtrousersThefatoldBoerputhisstickacrossthedoor,andletJannita'sgoatsjumpover,onebyoneHecountedthemWhenthelastjumpedover:"Haveyoubeentosleeptoday"hesaid"thereisonemissing"ThenlittleJannitaknewwhatwascoming,andshesaid,inalowvoice,"No"Andthenshefeltinherheartthatdeadlysicknessthatyoufeelwhenyoutellalieandagainshesaid,"Yes""Doyouthinkyouwillhaveanysupperthisevening"saidtheBoer"No,"saidJannita"Whatdoyouthinkyouwillhave"DreamLifeandRealLifeALittleAfricanStory"Idon'tknow,"saidJannita"Givemeyourwhip,"saidtheBoertoDirk,theHottentotThemoonwasallbutfullthatnightOh,butitslightwasbeautiful!Thelittlegirlcrepttothedooroftheouthousewheresheslept,andlookedatitWhenyouarehungry,andvery,verysore,youdonotcrySheleanedherchinononehand,andlooked,withhergreatdove'seyestheotherhandwascutopen,soshewrappeditinherpinaforeShelookedacrosstheplainatthesandandthelowkaroobushes,withthemoonlightonthemPresently,therecameslowly,fromfaraway,awildspringbuckItcameclosetothehouse,andstoodlookingatitinwonder,whilethemoonlightglintedonitshorns,andinitsgreateyesItstoodwonderingattheredbrickwalls,andthegirlwatcheditThen,suddenly,asifitscorneditall,itcurveditsbeautifulbackandturnedandawayitfledoverthebushesandsand,likeasheenystreakofwhitelightningShestooduptowatchitSofree,sofree!Away,away!Shewatched,tillshecouldseeitnomoreonthewideplainHerheartswelled,larger,larger,larger:sheutteredalowcryandwithoutwaiting,pausing,thinking,shefollowedonitstrackAway,away,away!"IIalso!"shesaid,"IIalso!"Whenatlastherlegsbegantotrembleunderher,andshestoppedtobreathe,thehousewasaspeckbehindherShedroppedontheearth,andheldherpantingsidesShebegantothinknowIfshestayedontheplaintheywouldtraceherfootstepsinthemorningandcatchherbutifshewadedinthewaterinthebedoftherivertheywouldnotbeabletofindherfootmarksandshewouldhide,therewheretherocksandthekopjeswereSoshestoodupandwalkedtowardstheriverThewaterintheriverwaslowjustalineofsilverinthebroadbedofsand,hereandtherebroadeningintoapoolShesteppedintoit,andbathedherfeetinthedeliciouscoldwaterUpandupthestreamshewalked,whereitrattledoverthepebbles,andpastwherethefarmhouselayandwheretherocksDreamLifeandRealLifeALittleAfricanStorywerelargesheleapedfromonetotheotherThenightwindinherfacemadeherstrongshelaughedShehadneverfeltsuchnightwindbeforeSothenightsmellstothewildbucks,becausetheyarefree!AfreethingfeelsasachainedthingnevercanAtlastshecametoaplacewherethewillowsgrewoneachsideoftheriver,andtrailedtheirlongbranchesonthesandybedShecouldnottellwhy,shecouldnottellthereason,butafeelingoffearcameoverherOntheleftbankroseachainofkopjesandaprecipiceofrocksBetweentheprecipiceandtheriverbanktherewasanarrowpathcoveredbythefragmentsoffallenrockAnduponthesummitoftheprecipiceakippersoltreegrew,whosepalmlikeleaveswereclearlycutoutagainstthenightskyTherockscastadeepshadow,andthewillowtrees,oneithersideoftheriverShepaused,lookedupandabouther,andthenranon,fearful"WhatwasIafraidofHowfoolishIhavebeen!"shesaid,whenshecametoaplacewherethetreeswerenotsoclosetogetherAndshestoodstillandlookedbackandshiveredAtlastherstepsgrewwearierandwearierShewasverysleepynow,shecouldscarcelyliftherfeetShesteppedoutoftheriverbedSheonlysawthattherocksaboutherwerewild,asthoughmanylittlekopjeshadbeenbrokenupandstrewnupontheground,laydownatthefootofanaloe,andfellasleepBut,inthemorning,shesawwhatagloriousplaceitwasTherockswerepiledononeanother,andtossedthiswayandthatPricklypearsgrewamongthem,andtherewerenolessthansixkippersoltreesscatteredhereandthereamongthebrokenkopjesIntherockstherewerehundredsofhomesfortheconies,andfromthecreviceswildasparagushungdownSherantotheriver,bathedintheclearcoldwater,andtosseditoverherheadShesangaloudAllthesongssheknewweresad,soshecouldnotsingthemnow,shewasglad,shewassofreebutshesangthenoteswithoutthewords,asthecockoveetsdoSingingandjumpingalltheway,shewentback,andtookasharpstone,andcutattherootofakippersol,andgotoutalargepiece,aslongasherarm,andsattoDreamLifeandRealLifeALittleAfricanStorychewitTwoconiescameoutontherockaboveherheadandpeepedatherSheheldthemoutapiece,buttheydidnotwantit,andranawayItwasverydelicioustoherKippersolislikerawquince,whenitisverygreenbutshelikeditWhengoodfoodisthrownatyoubyotherpeople,strangetosay,itisverybitterbutwhateveryoufindyourselfissweet!Whenshehadfinishedshedugoutanotherpiece,andwenttolookforapantrytoputitinAtthetopofaheapofrocksupwhichsheclamberedshefoundthatsomelargestonesstoodapartbutmetatthetop,makingaroom"Oh,thisismylittlehome!"shesaidAtthetopandallrounditwasclosed,onlyinthefrontitwasopenTherewasabeautifulshelfinthewallforthekippersol,andshescrambleddownagainShebroughtagreatbunchofpricklypear,andstuckitinacrevicebeforethedoor,andhungwildasparagusoverit,tillitlookedasthoughitgrewthereNoonecouldseethattherewasaroomthere,forsheleftonlyatinyopening,andhungabranchoffeatheryasparagusoveritThenshecreptintoseehowitlookedTherewasaglorioussoftgreenlightThenshewentoutandpickedsomeofthosepurplelittlegroundflowersyouknowthemthosethatkeeptheirfacesclosetotheground,butwhenyouturnthemupandlookatthemtheyaredeepblueeyeslookingintoyours!Shetookthemwithalittleearth,andputtheminthecrevicesbetweentherocksandsotheroomwasquitefurnishedAfterwardsshewentdowntotheriverandbroughtherarmsfullofwillow,andmadealovelybedand,becausetheweatherwasveryhot,shelaydowntorestuponitShewenttosleepsoon,andsleptlong,forshewasveryweakLateintheafternoonshewasawakenedbyafewcolddropsfallingonherfaceShesatupAgreatandfiercethunderstormhadbeenraging,andafewofthecooldropshadfallenthroughthecreviceintherocksShepushedtheasparagusbranchaside,andlookedout,withherlittlehandsfoldedaboutherkneesSheheardthethunderrolling,andsawtheredtorrentsrushamongthestonesontheirwaytotheriverSheheardtheroaroftheriverasitnowrolled,angryandred,bearingawaystumpsandtreesonitsDreamLifeandRealLifeALittleAfricanStorymuddywaterShelistenedandsmiled,andpressedclosertotherockthattookcareofherShepressedthepalmofherhandagainstitWhenyouhavenoonetoloveyou,youlovethedumbthingsverymuchWhenthesunset,itclearedupThenthelittlegirlatesomekippersol,andlaydownagaintosleepShethoughttherewasnothingsoniceastosleepWhenonehashadnofoodbutkippersoljuicefortwodays,onedoesn'tfeelstrong"Itissonicehere,"shethoughtasshewenttosleep,"Iwillstayherealways"AfterwardsthemoonroseTheskywasveryclearnow,therewasnotacloudanywhereandthemoonshoneinthroughthebushesinthedoor,andmadealatticeworkoflightonherfaceShewasdreamingabeautifuldreamTheloveliestdreamsofallaredreamedwhenyouarehungryShethoughtshewaswalkinginabeautifulplace,holdingherfather'shand,andtheybothhadcrownsontheirheads,crownsofwildasparagusThepeoplewhomtheypassedsmiledandkissedhersomegaveherflowers,andsomegaveherfood,andthesunlightwaseverywhereShedreamedthesamedreamoverandover,anditgrewmoreandmorebeautifultill,suddenly,itseemedasthoughshewerestandingquitealoneShelookedup:ononesideofherwasthehighprecipice,ontheotherwastheriver,withthewillowtrees,droopingtheirbranchesintothewaterandthemoonlightwasoverallUp,againstthenightskythepointedleavesofthekippersoltreeswereclearlymarked,andtherocksandthewillowtreescastdarkshadowsInhersleepsheshivered,andhalfawoke"Ah,Iamnotthere,Iamhere,"shesaidandshecreptclosertotherock,andkissedit,andwenttosleepagainItmusthavebeenaboutthreeo'clock,forthemoonhadbeguntosinktowardsthewesternsky,whenshewoke,withaviolentstartShesatup,andpressedherhandagainstherheart"WhatcanitbeAconymustsurelyhaverunacrossmyfeetandfrightenedme!"shesaid,andsheturnedtoliedownagainbutsoonshesatupOutside,therewasthedistinctsoundofthornscracklinginafireShecrepttothedoorandmadeanopeninginthebrancheswithherDreamLifeandRealLifeALittleAfricanStoryfingersAlargefirewasblazingintheshadow,atthefootoftherocksAlittleBushmansatoversomeburningcoalsthathadbeenrakedfromit,cookingmeatStretchedonthegroundwasanEnglishman,dressedinablouse,andwithaheavy,sullenfaceOnthestonebesidehimwasDirk,theHottentot,sharpeningabowieknifeSheheldherbreathNotaconyinalltherockswassostill"Theycanneverfindmehere,"shesaidandsheknelt,andlistenedtoeverywordtheysaidShecouldhearitall"Youmayhaveallthemoney,"saidtheBushman"butIwantthecaskofbrandyIwillsettheroofalightinsixplaces,foraDutchmanburntmymotheroncealiveinahut,withthreechildren""Youaresurethereisnooneelseonthefarm"saidthenavvy"No,IhavetoldyoutillIamtired,"saidDirk"ThetwoKaffirshavegonewiththesontotownandthemaidshavegonetoadancethereisonlytheoldmanandthetwowomenleft""Butsuppose,"saidthenavvy,"heshouldhavethegunathisbedside,andloaded!""Heneverhas,"saidDirk"ithangsinthepassage,andthecartridgestooHeneverthoughtwhenheboughtitwhatworkitwasfor!Ionlywishthelittlewhitegirlwastherestill,"saidDirk"butsheisdrownedWetracedherfootmarkstothegreatpoolthathasnobottom"Shelistenedtoeveryword,andtheytalkedonAfterwards,thelittleBushman,whocrouchedoverthefire,satupsuddenly,listening"Ha!whatisthat"hesaidABushmanislikeadog:hisearissofineheknowsajackal'streadfromawilddog's"Iheardnothing,"saidthenavvy"Iheard,"saidtheHottentot"butitwasonlyaconyontherocks""Nocony,nocony,"saidtheBushman"see,whatisthattheremovingintheshaderoundthepoint""Nothing,youidiot!"saidthenavvy"Finishyourmeatwemuststartnow"DreamLifeandRealLifeALittleAfricanStoryThereweretworoadstothehomesteadOnewentalongtheopenplain,andwasbyfartheshortestbutyoumightbeseenhalfamileoffTheotherranalongtheriverbank,wheretherewererocks,andholes,andwillowtreestohideamongAndalldowntheriverbankranalittlefigureTheriverwasswollenbythestormfulltoitsbanks,andthewillowtreesdippedtheirhalfdrownedbranchesintoitswaterWherevertherewasagapbetweenthem,youcouldseeitflow,redandmuddy,withthestumpsuponitButthelittlefigureranonandonneverlooking,neverthinkingpanting,panting!There,wheretherockswerethethickestthere,whereontheopenspacethemoonlightshonethere,wherethepricklypearsweretangled,andtherockscastshadows,onitranthelittlehandsclinched,thelittleheartbeating,theeyesfixedalwaysaheadItwasnotfartorunnowOnlythenarrowpathbetweenthehighrocksandtheriverAtlastshecametotheendofit,andstoodforaninstantBeforeherlaytheplain,andtheredfarmhouse,sonear,thatifpersonshadbeenwalkingthereyoumighthaveseentheminthemoonlightSheclaspedherhands"Yes,Iwilltellthem,Iwilltellthem!"shesaid"Iamalmostthere!"Sheranforwardagain,thenhesitatedSheshadedhereyesfromthemoonlight,andlookedBetweenherandthefarmhousetherewerethreefiguresmovingoverthelowbushesInthesheenymoonlightyoucouldseehowtheymovedon,slowlyandfurtivelytheshortone,andtheoneinlightclothes,andtheoneindark"Icannothelpthemnow!"shecried,andsankdownontheground,withherlittlehandsclaspedbeforeher"Awake,awake!"saidthefarmer'swife"Ihearastrangenoisesomethingcalling,calling,calling!"Themanrose,andwenttothewindow"Ihearitalso,"hesaid"surelysomejackal'satthesheepIwillloadmygunandgoandsee""Itsoundstomelikethecryofnojackal,"saidthewomanandwhenhewasgoneshewokeherdaughterDreamLifeandRealLifeALittleAfricanStory"Come,letusgoandmakeafire,Icansleepnomore,"shesaid"IhaveheardastrangethingtonightYourfathersaiditwasajackal'scry,butnojackalcriessoItwasachild'svoice,anditcried,'Master,master,wake!'"Thewomenlookedateachotherthentheywenttothekitchen,andmadeagreatfireandtheysangpsalmsallthewhileAtlastthemancamebackandtheyaskedhim,"Whathaveyouseen""Nothing,"hesaid,"butthesheepasleepintheirkraals,andthemoonlightonthewallsAndyet,itdidseemtome,"headded,"thatfarawaynearthekrantzbytheriver,IsawthreefiguresmovingAndafterwardsitmighthavebeenfancyIthoughtIheardthecryagainbutsincethat,allhasbeenstillthere"Nextdayanavvyhadreturnedtotherailwayworks"Wherehaveyoubeensolong"hiscomradesasked"Hekeepslookingoverhisshoulder,"saidone,"asthoughhethoughtheshouldseesomethingthere""Whenhedrankhisgrogtoday,"saidanother,"heletitfall,andlookedround"Nextday,asmalloldBushman,andaHottentot,inraggedyellowtrousers,wereatawaysidecanteenWhentheBushmanhadhadbrandy,hebegantotellhowsomething(hedidnotsaywhetheritwasman,woman,orchild)hadliftedupitshandsandcriedformercyhadkissedawhiteman'shands,andcriedtohimtohelpitThentheHottentottooktheBushmanbythethroat,anddraggedhimoutNextnight,themoonroseup,andmountedthequietskyShewasfullnow,andlookedinatthelittlehomeatthepurpleflowersstuckabouttheroom,andthekippersolontheshelfHerl

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