作者：(英)D.H.劳伦斯(Lawrence, D.H)
出版社：外语教学与研究出版社
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草垛之恋：英汉对照(2级)试读：
内容简介
当高高的草浸透了夏日的阳光，散发出芬芳的时候，就可以收割，晾成干草了。在整个寒冷且食物匮乏的冬天里，干草将一直保存夏日的甜美。但干这个活儿必须抢时间，才能让新晾的干草免受风吹雨打。所有的农场主都知道这一点。
杰弗里和莫里斯也知道。他们是农场主的儿子，堆草垛时他们总是很卖力。他们在夏日骄阳下劳作的时候，各自怀着怎样的心思？他们都在想一个姑娘，一个叫葆拉的德国姑娘，她穿着一条黄裙子，长着一双闪亮的眼睛，说起话来轻快有趣。他们这会儿就能看见她，就在山坡上毗邻草场的人家的花园里。莫里斯吻过她，但是杰弗里却没有，他对弟弟满心愤恨。他嘴很笨，觉得不会有女人爱上他，因为他不懂如何甜言蜜语讨她们欢心。
但是爱情不一定需要言语，谁知道什么时候会发生什么事呢？那天来草场的年轻女人，可不只葆拉一个……
LOVE AMONG THE HAYSTACKS
When the grass is tall and sweet and full of summer sunshine, it is time to cut it down and make hay – hay that will hold that summer sweetness all through the cold, hungry winter months. But the work must be done quickly, to keep the new hay safe from wind and rain. Every farmer knows this.
Geoffrey and Maurice know it too. They are farmer's sons, and work hard, building the haystack. But what do these young men think about, while they work under the hot summer sun? They think about a girl, a German girl called Paula, a girl in a yellow dress, a girl with bright eyes and a funny, quick way of talking. They can see her now, up the hill, in the garden of a house next to the hayfield. Maurice has kissed her, but Geoffrey has not, and Geoffrey burns with hate for his brother. He finds words difficult. No woman will ever love him, he thinks, because he cannot find the words to win her love.
But love does not always need words, and who knows what the day or the night will bring? Paula is not the only young woman to visit the hayfield that day...
1 Two brothers
he two large fields lay on a hillside that looked south. Most of the Thay was already cut, and in the bright sunlight the fields were now golden green.Across the hill, half-way up, was a high hedge, and they were building the haystack just above this hedge. It was a tall haystack, a great untidy thing standing high above the hedge, but the hay itself was light and silvery in colour, and looked as soft as a cloud. Not far away was another, finished haystack.
The empty wagon was going downhill, and in the far corner of the bottom field, where the hay was still uncut, the full wagon was just beginning its slow journey up the hill to the haystack. The hay-makers worked on, cutting the tall hay, while the wagon climbed the hill.
The two brothers on top of the haystack were having a moment's rest, waiting for the full wagon to arrive. They stood up to their knees in the soft hay, while above them the golden sun burned down, and all around them was the hot sweet smell of the silvery hay. The only two things in the world were hay and sun.
Maurice, the younger brother, was a good-looking young man of twenty-one. He was strong, full of life, with a quick bright eye and a ready smile.
'You thought,' he said to his brother, 'you were very clever last night, didn't you?' He pushed his fork into the hay, and stared at his brother, with a smile on his face.
'No. No, I didn't,' replied Geoffrey. He turned away, frowning. He was a tall, heavy young man, a year older than Maurice. He was full of strong feelings, but they burned silently inside him. He could never find words to say; he could never look anybody in the eye. He always thought the world was looking at him, and laughing.
'Oh, you did, I know you did.' Maurice laughed. 'It was your turn to sleep in the hayfield last night, but you went and hid yourself, so I had to go in your place.'
'I didn't hide myself,' said Geoffrey angrily. 'Father sent me to get some wood—'
'Oh yes, oh yes,' laughed Maurice. 'But you don't know, do you? You don't know what happened last night, up here in the hayfield.'
He laughed again, and threw himself down on his back in the hay. He put his arms across his face and lay there, smiling and remembering the night before.
Geoffrey leant on his fork and stared out over the fields. Far away was the city of Nottingham, and between, the country lay under the burning sun, with here and there the smoke from a factory going up into the sky. Geoffrey looked down again into the hayfield, at the wagon slowly climbing the hill to the haystack. 'Hurry up,' he thought. 'Hurry up.'Geoffrey leant on his fork and stared out over the fields.
'You didn't think, did you?' said Maurice. 'You didn't think that she would be here with me, did you?'
Geoffrey stared at him, full of hate. Suddenly, he wanted to put his foot down hard on that smiling, good-looking face below him.
'Can you sing in German?' asked Maurice. 'Do you know how to kiss a German girl? Do you know how soft her neck is?' He laughed excitedly, remembering every moment of the night before.
Geoffrey burned with hate. He wanted to walk away, but he couldn't. The haystack, high above the field, was a prison holding him and his brother together.
Both brothers were shy of women. Neither of them had a girlfriend; neither of them knew what to say to a woman, or how to win her love. And now Maurice was first in the game, and the older brother did not like it.
The German girl was the governess from the house beside the top field. Geoffrey was working one day in the field when a baby pushed through a hole in the hedge from the garden of the house. Seconds later the German girl came through the hedge too, looking for the baby. Geoffrey helped her to catch the little boy, and then they stood talking for a while. Geoffrey liked her bright eyes, and her funny, quick way of talking.
'But now it's Maurice she likes best, not me,' he thought. 'She sits with him in the hayfield by moonlight, and he kisses her.'
Unhappily, he looked up the hill to the house beside the top field. From the top of the haystack he could see right into the garden, and there, suddenly, he saw the girl, in a yellow dress. He held up his arm and waved to her. She waved back, lazily. Geoffrey could see that she was not interested in him, and was waiting for Maurice.
Then Maurice stood up, and saw the girl himself. He laughed, and waved both arms at her.
'What's going on?' called a voice from below.
The full wagon was now standing at the foot of the haystack. Maurice's face turned deep red.
'Nothing!' he called.
There was the sound of laughing below, and soon a big, red-faced man climbed to the top of the hay in the wagon. He turned, stared up the hillside, and saw the yellow dress in the garden.
'Oh, it's a girl, is it?' he laughed. He was the father of Geoffrey and Maurice. 'Yes, I thought it was a girl.'
They began working again, throwing the hay from the wagon up to the top of the haystack. There the brothers had to place the hay carefully, building a stack with four strong walls which would not fall over. It was hard work. The father threw up great forkfuls of hay, Geoffrey then passed them along to Maurice, who built up the haystack's walls.
But Geoffrey was full of angry feelings. Usually he threw the hay
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