茶花女:The Lady of the Camellias
定 價(jià):26 元
叢書名:我的心靈藏書館系列
- 作者:(法)小仲馬(Dumas Fils,A.)著; 胡婷婷注釋
- 出版時(shí)間:2012/1/1
- ISBN:9787515901152
- 出 版 社:中國宇航出版社
- 中圖法分類:H319.4:I
- 頁碼:320
- 紙張:膠版紙
- 版次:1
- 開本:32開
《我的心靈藏書館:茶花女(英文版)》是第一部引進(jìn)中國的國外經(jīng)典名著,《我的心靈藏書館:茶花女(英文版)》通過阿爾芒和瑪格麗特的故事,描寫了一曲世俗難容的愛情傷歌,從巴黎傳至世界的每個(gè)角落,那朵純白無暇的茶花永遠(yuǎn)地鐫刻在阿爾芒心中,凄美的愛情感動(dòng)著世世代代的讀者,也使讀者看到了浪漫主義的背后是現(xiàn)實(shí)的冷酷無情!段业男撵`藏書館:茶花女(英文版)》英文描寫細(xì)膩,語言流暢,值得閱讀與賞析,并配有注釋導(dǎo)讀,解釋難詞難句,介紹文化背景,是幫助讀者閱讀名著、英語知識(shí)的首要選擇圖書。
《我的心靈藏書館:茶花女(英文版)》是世界傳世經(jīng)典注釋本的唯美呈現(xiàn)!原汁原味的著作閱讀不再遙不可及!
1.呈現(xiàn)原汁原味的英文名著。
本套叢書大部分參考美國企鵝出版集團(tuán)出版的“企鵝經(jīng)典叢書”(Penguin Classics)和英國華茲華斯出版公司出版的世界名著系列(Wordsworth Classics)兩種版本進(jìn)行校對(duì)。力求為讀者呈現(xiàn)原汁原味的英文名著。
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本套叢書是由北京外國語大學(xué)資深教師從浩如煙海的名著世界中精選而出,并由資深翻譯教授陳德彰寄語推薦。精選名著本本暢銷,風(fēng)靡世界數(shù)十年,尤其適合熱愛英文原版名著的廣大青年讀者朋友閱讀。
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本套叢書特邀北京外國語大學(xué)資深教師名師團(tuán)隊(duì)注釋。文化背景詳細(xì)注釋,詞匯短語詳細(xì)說明,包含所有4級(jí)以上的難點(diǎn)詞匯,使閱讀毫無障礙。另外對(duì)文中的長句、難句、復(fù)雜句進(jìn)行了重點(diǎn)分析解釋,并提供譯文,使英語學(xué)習(xí)者讀懂名著,理解名著,愛上名著。
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本套叢書特邀設(shè)計(jì)師進(jìn)行封面設(shè)計(jì),風(fēng)格清雅脫俗。裝幀精美,是廣大外國名著愛好者值得收藏和分享的英語讀物。
小仲馬的全名為亞歷山大·仲馬(Alexandre Dumas,1824-1895),是19世紀(jì)法國著名小說家、戲劇家,是作家大仲馬與一名窮苦女工的私生子。小仲馬7歲時(shí)大仲馬才認(rèn)其為子,但仍拒不認(rèn)其母為妻。私生子的身世使小仲馬在童年和少年時(shí)代受盡世人的譏誚。這種痛苦境遇對(duì)他的一生產(chǎn)生了深刻影響,使他后來的文學(xué)創(chuàng)作大多以探討社會(huì)道德問題為主題,在作品中大力宣揚(yáng)家庭及婚姻的神圣。
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Illness like the one to which Armand had succumbed have at least this much to be said for them:they either kill you at once or let them selves be conquered very quickly. A fortnight after the events which I have just recounted,Armand was convalescing very satisfactorily, and we were bound by a firm friend ship.I had scarcely left his sick room throughout the whole time of his illness. Spring had dispensed its flowers ,leaves,birds,and harmomes mabundance,and my friend's window cheerfully overlooked his garden which wafted its healthy draughts up to him. The doctor had allowed him to get up,and we often sat talking by the open window at that hour of the day when the sun is at it swarmest,between noon and two o'clock.I studiously avoided speaking to him of Marguerite,for I was still a fraid that the name would reawaken some sad memory which slumbered beneath the sick man's apparent calm. But Armand,on the contrary,seemed to take pleasure in speaking of her-not as he had done previously,with tears in his eyes,but with a gentle smile whichallayed my fears for his state of mind.I had noticed that, since his last visit to the cemetery and thespectacle which had been responsible for causing his seriousbreakdown,the measure of his mental anguish seemed to have been taken by his physical illness, and Marguerite's death had ceased to present itself through the eyes of the past.A kind of solace had come with the certainty he had acquired and,to drive off the somber image which often thrust itself into his mind,he plunged into the happier memories of his affair with Marguerite and appeared willing to recall no others.His body was too exhausted by his attack of fever,and even by it streat ment,to allow his mind to acknowledge any violent emotions,and despite himself the universal joy of spring by which Armand was surrounded directed his thoughts to happier images.All this time,he had stubbornly refused to inform his family of the peril he was in,and when the danger was past,his father still knew nothing of his illness.One evening,we had remained longer by the window than usual.The weather had been superb and the sun was setting in a brilliant twilight of blue and gold. Although we were in Paris, the greenery around us seemed to cut us off from the world,and only the rare sound of a passing carriage from time to time disturbed our conversation. "It was about this time of year,and during the evening of a day like today,that I first met Marguerite," said Armand, heedingo his own thoughts rather than what I was saying. I made no reply. Then he turned to me and said: "But I must tell you the story, you shall turn it into a book which no one will believe,though it may be interesting to write. " " You shall tell it to me some other time,my friend," I told him, "you are still not well enough. " "The evening is warm,I have eaten my breast of chicken," he said with a snule; "I am not the least feverish~,we have nothing else to do,I shall tell you everything. " " Since you are so set on it,I'll listen. " "It's a very simple tale," he then added," and I shall tell it in the order in which it happened. If at some stage you do make something of it,you are perfectly free to tell it another way. " Here is what he told me,and I have scarcely changed a word of his moving story. Yes(Armand went on,letting his head fall against the back of his armchair),yes,it was on an evening like this ! I had spent the day in the country with one of my friends,Gaston R. We had returned toParis in the evening and,for want of anything better to do,had gone to the Theatre des Varietes. During one of the intervals,we left our seats and,in the comdor,we saw a tall woman whom my friend greeted with a bow. "Who was that you just bowed to?" I asked him. "Marguerite Gautier," he replied. "It strikes me she is very much changed,for I didn't recognizeher," I said with a tremor which you will understand in a moment. " She's been ill. The poor girl's not long for this world. " I recall these words as though they had been said to me yesterday. Now,my friend,l must tell you that for two years past,when ever I met her,the sight of that girl had always made a strange impressionon me. Without knowing why,l paled and my heart beat violently. Ihave a friend who dabbles in the occult,and he would call what I felt an aff inity of fluids; I myself believe quite simply that I wasdestined to fall in love with Marguerite, and that this was apresentiment. The fact remains that she made a strong impression on me. Several of my friends had seen how I reacted, and they had hooted with laughter when they realized from what quarter~ that impression came. ……