原文莳萝泡菜A Dill Pickle英文版 A Dill PickleKatherine Mansfield1. And then, after six years, she saw him again. He was seated at one of thoselittle bamboo tables decorated with a Japanese vase of paper daffodils. He was peeling an orange.2. He must have felt that shock of recognition in her for looked up and met hereye! Incredible! He didn't know her. She smiled, he frowned. She came towards him. He closed his eyes an instant, but opening them his face lit up as though he had struck a match in a dark room. He laid down the orange and pushed back his chair.3. \he exclaimed. \strange. Really, for a moment I didn't knowyou. Won't you sit down? Won't you have some coffee?\4. \5. \changed. You've changed very much,\he said, staring at her witheager, lighted look. \look so well. I've never seen you look so well before.\6. \ She raised her veil and unbuttoned her high fur collar. \don'tfeel very well. I can't bear this weather, you know.\7. \8. \it.\She shuddered. \the worst of it is that the older onegrows...\9. He interrupted her. \me,\and tapped on the table for waitress.\anything?\10. \11. \that's settled.\And smiling he took up the orange again. \weresaying--the older one grows--\12. \that trick of his--the trick of interrupting her--and of how it used to exasperate her six years ago.13. \1 same things and there is another thing about you that is not changed at all-- your beautiful voice. I don't know what it is-- I've often wondered--that makes your voice such a --haunting memory... Do you remember that first afternoon we spent together at Kew Garden? You were so surprised because I did not know the names of any flowers. I am still just as ignorant for all your telling me. But whenever it's very fine and warm, and I see some bright colour I hear your voice saying:\marigold, and verbena,\You remember that afternoon?\ 14. \her mind of that particular afternoon was an absurd scene. A great many people taking tea in a Chinese pagoda, and he behaving like a maniac about the wasps--waving them away, flapping at them with his straw hat, serious and infuriated out of all proportion to the occasion. How she had suffered.15. But now, as he spoke, that memory faded. His was the truer.16. Yes, it had been a wonderful afternoon, full of flowers and --warm sunshine.Her thoughts lingered over the last two s. And in the warmth, as it were, another memory unfolded. She saw herself sitting on a lawn. He lay beside her, and suddenly, he rolled over and put his head in her lap.17. \were about to die-- here now!\18. She leaned over him.19. \20. But he gave a kind of soft moan, and taking her hand he held it to his cheek.21. \I know I am going to love you too much. And I shall suffer soterribly, Vera, because you never, never will love me.\22. He was certainly far better looking now than he had been then. He had lostall that dreamy vagueness and indecision. Now he had the air of a man who has found his place in life. He must have made money, too. His clothes were admirable, and at that moment he pulled a Russian cigarette case out of his pocket.23. \24. \2 25. \very much,but when I do, they must be delicious. Smoking isn't a habit with me;it's a luxury--like perfume. Are you still so fond of perfumes? Ah, when I in Russia...\26. She broke in:\27. \of going there?\28. \29. He gave a strange half laugh and leaned back in his chair.30. \In fact, I have spent the last three years of my life travelling all the time. Spain, Corsica, Siberia, Russia, Egypt. The only country left is China, and I mean to go there, too, when the war is over.\31. As he spoke, so lightly, tapping the end of his cigarette against the ashtray,she felt the strange beast that had slumbered so long within her bosom stir, stretch itself, yawn, prick up its ears, and suddenly bound to its feet, and fix its longing, hungry stare upon those far away places. But all she said was, smiling gently:\32. \on a river boat on the Volga. DO you remember that boatman's song that you used to play?\33. \34. \35. \36. He was amazed at that. \37. She made a little grimace.\38. \39. \40. He let it go at that.\After a day or two you can't realize that you have even known another. And it3 is not necessary to know the language-- the life of the boat creates a bond between you and the people that's more than sufficient. You eat with them, pass the day with them, and in the evening there is that endless singing.\41. She shivered, hearing the boatman's song break out again loud and tragic,and seeing the boat floating on the darkening river with melancholy trees on either side...42. \like almost everything about Russia life,\he said warmly. \soinformal, so impulsive, so free. And then the peasants are so splendid. I remember the evening some friends and I went for a picnic by the Black Sea. We took supper and champagne and ate and drank on the 。