凡卡 英文版

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有没人有契科夫《凡卡》的英文版

Answer 1

Nine years old, who card radha to radio, three months ago to shoemaker ali and he nie there do apprentice. Christmas Eve, he didn't lie down and sleep. His boss, wife of shop-owner and several such guys went to church, just from the boss's cabinet put a bottle of ink, a bore tip of the pen, the rust of flat a crumpled to write a letter, and white. In writing the first word before, he worry at the door and window read a few eye, and inclined fix attention looked at it that dark gods, gods both sides is two rows of shelf, shelves filled up with XuanTou. He sighed, kneeling in front of the machine shop on the paper for the stage. "Dear grandpa kang company, cary's Tampa manasseh butyl," he wrote, "I was written to you. I wish you a merry Christmas, ask god to bless you. I didn't dad didn't niang, only one of your relatives." Whoever card toward black mass of the window to see a candle, glazing release of fuzzy shadow; He imagined his grandpa kang company, cary's Tampa manasseh butyl, as grandpa is in sight. -- grandpa is hair slightly weaver watchman of master home. He is a very interesting little old man, 65, always smiling and blink eyes. During the day, he's always in chef sleeping in the room. Until the evening, he was wearing baggy one sheepskin coat, knocks the bangzi, walking up and down around in villa. Old bitch card and denier card and male dog loach low head heel at his back. Loach is a very obedient very likable dog. It is black, as naked as long, so called the weasel defy it. Now, grandpa must be standing at the gate, and narrow eyes see the village church's red window. He must be in the ZhanXue stamped her feet, wearing tall canister of his bangzi hanging in their girdles, he huddled with cold, with a shrug shoulders... Lovely weather, sunny, no wind, chilly chilly. That's a no moon night, but the whole village - white roof la, chimney come out of the smoke curling's covered with thick cream, all the trees of the Snow White's there, all visible,. The sky was cheerily blinked shaman addresses the stars, tianhe appears very clear, as if to observe a festival, someone took snow brought it polished though... Whoever card sighed, dipped the dip the tip, then write down. "Last night I got a good play, because I give their small zai son, wave cradle imperceptibly asleep. The boss clench my hair, dragged me into the yard, beat me with belt meal. This week, wife of shop-owner call I tidy up a herring, I get up from their tails, she would remove the herring, take fish ZuiZhi chuo my face. Guys playing tricks on me, they sent me to the hotel DaJiu, they call me steal the boss cucumber, boss conveniently salvage a guy just hit me. Eat? Absolutely not. In the morning, lunch is eating a bit of bread and a little bread gruel, night; and as for food, tea, only it's boss belly-worship. They called themselves in the hallway I slept in their small zai son a cry, I don't want to sleep, had to shake the cradle. Dear grandpa, forget about it, take me out of here home, to our village go! I can bear!... I give you knelt down, I'll always pray to god for you. Get me out of here, or I will dead!..." Whoever card pie pie, take dirty venepuncture rubbing his eyes, sniffles once. "I'll help you rub tobacco," he wrote, "I will pray to god for you. If I do something wrong, you can safely hit me a lesson well. If you afraid I can't find work, I can go to ask the housekeeper, look on in god, let me clean shoes; otherwise, I prayed to fe auspicious card promise me to help him flocks. Dear grandpa, I no longer bear, gush!... I wanted to run back to our village, but I don't have any shoes, again afraid cold. When I grow up, I will care you, who also dare not to humiliate you." said Moscow, this is a big city, the house is full of classic, have very Thomas, no sheep, the dog doesn't fierce. Christmas, the children here is not holding star light walking back and forth, the church sing sets no people literally up singing. Once, I work in a shop window with rod fishing wire saw a betray's wiles, can catch all kinds of fish, very expensive. There is a even afford a putnam about walking the big heavy? I saw some shop sells all gun, with our boss as the gun, I think a gun to sell 100 roubles. The butcher's have ShanYu ah, partridge ah, the hare ah... "But those things from the store, where guys refused to said." dear grandpa, master at the Christmas tree, please hang candy you pick a single golden walnut, hidden in my green box it. "Whoever card, and sighed sadly gazing at the window. He remembered to the forest to cut down a tree of always grandpa, grandpa always with him. How happy day! Frozen the trees sound, grandpa live without cold cough without, he also follow cough... to say without the tree, grandpa first cut smoking a dou smoke, again for absorption of frozen, but also with snuff xiao card laugh while... many small fir, covered with thick cream stood still, waiting to see a tree damn. Suddenly do not know from where rabbit jump, arrows through like snow. Grandpa couldn't help cried," caught it, caught it, catch it! Hey, short tail ghost! "Grandpa to cut down trees drawn back to master home, everybody do dress up the tree." come quickly, dear grandpa, "whoever card then wrote," I beg you to look at in the face of Christ, get me out of here. Have pity on me this unfortunate orphans? The people here are hit me. I'm desperately, and lonely, miserable that he couldn't say. I always cry. One day, the boss XuanTou hit me on the head with, I blacked out, very easy to wake up. My life have no hope, even the dogs are not equal to! ... O my regards liao nadia, greetings, one-eyed YiGuo coachman, greetings. Don't let others take my little organ. Your grandson, Ivan radio radha. Dear grandpa, come on! "Every card that piece of paper with word converted into four fold, put them in an envelope, that the envelope was the night before flower a gaby buy. He thought a moment, dip in a dip in ink, write the address:" country grandfather receives "then he bottom: scratch head, think again, add on a few words:" kang company jotham butyl · ma cary odd "he satisfied nobody disturbed him a letter, he put on his hat, PiAo didn't even break the hair shirt, wearing only running out into the streets... the night before he asked the butcher's man, dude told him that letter should cast into the mailbox from there, all with out to flourish. On the mail-coach lumbered of three horses, rang the bell, sit inebriated postman. Whoever card run to first the mailbox there, give him the precious letter plug in. After an hour, he, with sweet hope is asleep. He saw a shop in the dream, kang kang warm in his grandpa, DaLa on two legs, are read his letter... loach walked around the edge of the kang, shook tail...

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Answer 4

NINE-YEAR-OLD Vanka Zhukov, who had been apprenticed three months ago to Alyakhin the shoemaker, did not go to bed on Christmas eve. He waited till his master and mistress and the senior apprentices had gone to church, and then took from the cupboard a bottle of ink and a pen with a rusty nib, spread out a crumpled sheet of paper, and was all ready to write. Before tracing the first letter he glanced several times anxiously at the door and window, peered at the dark icon, with shelves holding cobbler's lasts stretching on either side of it, and gave a quivering sigh. The paper lay on the bench, and Vanka knelt on the floor at the bench.
"Dear Grandad Konstantin Makarich," he wrote. "I am writing a letter to you. I send you Christmas greetings and hope God will send you his blessings. I have no Father and no Mummie and you are all I have left."
Vanka raised his eves to the dark window-pane, in which the reflection of the candle flickered, and in his imagination distinctly saw his grandfather, Konstantin Makarich, who was night watchman on the estate of some gentlefolk called Zhivarev. He was a small, lean old man about sixty-five. but remarkably lively and agile, with a smiling face and eves bleary with drink. In the daytime he either slept in the back kitchen, or sat joking with the cook and the kitchen-maids, and in the night, wrapped in a great sheepskin coat, he walked round and round the estate, sounding his rattle. After him, with drooping heads, went old Kashtanka and another dog, called Eel, on account of his black coat and long, weasel-like body. Eel was wonderfully respectful and insinuating, and turned the same appealing glance on friends and strangers alike, but he inspired confidence in no one. His deferential manner and docility were a cloak for the most Jesuitical spite and malice. He was an adept at stealing up, to snap at a foot, creeping into the ice-house, or snatching a peasant's chicken. His hind-legs had been slashed again and again, twice he had been strung up, he was beaten within an inch of his life every week, but he survived it all.
Grandad was probably standing at the gate at this moment, screwing up his eves to look at the bright red light coming from the church windows, or stumping about in his felt boots, fooling with the servants. His rattle would be fastened to his belt. He would be throwing out his arms and hugging himself against the cold, or, with his old man's titter, pinching a maid, or one of the cooks. "Have a nip," he would say, holding out his snuffbox to the women.
The women would take a pinch and sneeze. Grandfather would be overcome with delight, breaking out into jolly laughter, and shouting:
"Good for frozen noses!"
Even the dogs would be given snuff. Kashtanka would sneeze, shake her head and walk away, offended. But Eel, too polite to sneeze, would wag his tail. And the weather was glorious. The air still, transparent. fresh. It was a dark night, but the whole village with its white roofs, the smoke rising from the chimneys, the trees, silver with rime, the snow-drifts, could be seen distinctly. The sky was sprinkled with gaily twinkling stars, and the Milky Way stood out as clearly as if newly scrubbed for the holiday and polished with snow....
Vanka sighed, dipped his pen in the ink, and went on writing:
"And yesterday I had such a hiding. The master took me by the hair and dragged me out into the yard and beat me with the stirrup-strap because by mistake I went to sleep rocking their baby. And one day last week the mistress told me to gut a herring and I began from the tail and she picked up the herring and rubbed my face with the head. The other apprentices make fun of me, they send me to the tavern for vodka and make me steal the masters cucumbers and the master beats me with the first thing he finds. And there is nothing to eat. They give me bread in the morning and gruel for dinner and in the evening bread again but I never get tea or cabbage soup they gobble it all rip themselves. And they make me sleep in the passage and when their baby cries I dont get any sleep at all I have to rock it. Dear Grandad for the dear Lords sake take me away from here take me home to the village I cant bear it any longer. Oh Grandad I beg and implore you and I will always pray for you do take me away from here or I'll die. . . ."
Vanka's lips twitched, he rubbed his eyes with a black fist and gave a sob.
"I will grind your snuff for you," he went on. "I will pray for you and you can flog me as hard as you like if I am naughty. And if you think there is nothing for me to do I will ask the steward to take pity on me and let me clean the boots or I will go as a shepherd-boy instead of Fedya. Dear Grandad I cant stand it it is killing me. I thought I would run away on foot to the village but I have no boots and I was afraid of the frost. And when I grow up to be a man I will look after you and I will not let anyone hurt you and when you die I will pray for your soul like I do for my Mummie.
"Moscow is such a big town there are so many gentlemens houses and such a lot of horses and no sheep and the dogs are not a bit fierce. The boys dont go about with the star at Christmas and they dont let you sing in church and once I saw them selling fish-hooks in the shop all together with the lines and for any fish you like very good ones and there was one would hold a sheat-fish weighing thirty pounds and I have seen shops where there are all sorts of guns just like the master has at home they must cost a hundred rubles each. And in the butchers shops there are grouse and wood-cock and hares but the people in the shop dont say where they were shot.
"Dear Grandad when they have a Christmas tree at the big house take a gilded nut for me and put it away in the green chest. Ask Miss Olga Ignatvevna tell her its for Vanka."
Vanka gave a sharp sigh and once more gazed at the windowpane. He remembered his grandfather going to get a Christmas tree for the gentry, and taking his grandson with him. Oh, what happy times those had been! Grandfather would give a chuckle, and the frost-bound wood chuckled, and Vanka, following their example, chuckled, too. Before chopping down the fir-tree, Grandfather would smoke a pipe, take a long pinch of snuff, and laugh at the shivering Vanka. . . . The young fir-trees, coated with frost, stood motionless, waiting to see which one of them was to die. And suddenly a hare would come leaping over a snow-drift, swift as an arrow.. .. Grandfather could never help shouting:
"Stop it, stop it . . . stop it! Oh, you stub-tailed devil!"
Grandfather would drag the tree to the big house, and they would start decorating it. . . . Miss Olga Ignatyevna, Vanka's favorite, was the busiest of all. While Pelageva, Vanka's mother, was alive and in service at the big house, Olga Ignatyevna used to give Vanka sweets, and amuse herself by teaching him to read, write and count to a hundred, and even to dance the quadrille. But when Pelageya died, the orphaned Vanka was sent down to the back kitchen to his grandfather, and from there to Moscow, to Alyakhin the shoemaker. . . .
"Come to me dear Grandad," continued Vanka. "I beg you for Christs sake take me away from here. Pity me unhappy orphan they beat me all the time and I am always hungry and I am so miserable here I cant tell you I cry all the time. And one day the master hit me over the head with a last and I fell down and thought I would never get rip again. I have such a miserable life worse than a dogs. And I send my love to Alyona one-eyed Yegor and the coachman and dont give my concertina to anyone. I remain your grandson Ivan Zhukov dear Grandad do come."
Vanka folded the sheet of paper in four and put it into an envelope which he had bought the day before for a kopek. ... Then he paused to think, dipped his pen into the ink-pot, wrote: "To Grandfather in the village," scratched his head, thought again, then added:
"TO KONSTANTIN MAKARICH"
Pleased that no one had prevented him from writing, he put on his cap and ran out into the sheet without putting his coat on over his shirt.
The men at the butcher's told him, when he asked them the day before, that letters are put into letter-boxes, and from these boxes sent all over the world on mail coaches with three horses and drunken drivers and jingling bells. Vanka ran as far as the nearest letter-box and dropped his precious letter into the slit. . .
An hour later, lulled by rosy hopes, he was fast asleep. . . . He dreamed of a stove. On the stove-ledge sat his grandfather, his bare feet dangling, reading the letter to the cooks. . . . Eel was walking backwards and forwards in front of the stove, wagging his tail. . .