War Horse《战马》.doc

War Horse《战马》?~克尔?莫波格（Michael Morpurgo， 1943～） ，英国最受欢迎的儿童文学作家之一，迄今为止已创作了百余部儿童文学作品，获奖无数，多部作品被改编成电影、电视剧、舞台剧和歌剧，代表作有《柑橘与柠檬啊》 （Private Peaceful） 、 《健介的王国》（Kensuke&apos；s Kingdom） 、 《鲸鱼何时来到》 （When the Whales Came） 、 《我的朋友瓦特》 （My Friend Walter） 、 《走出尘埃》（Out of the Ashes）等1999 年，他被评为“儿童桂冠作家” ；2006年，他凭借在文学领域的贡献被授予大英帝国军官勋章其代表作《战马》 （War Horse）出版于 1982年，随后被改编为舞台剧和电影，风靡全球该小说以马儿乔伊（Joey）的视角，讲述了它和13岁少年艾伯特（Albert）相识、相知、被迫分离后历经战火又重聚的成长故事 下文选自小说第 17章，讲述的是乔伊和艾伯特在历经多年战火后偶然相逢，艾伯特认出乔伊之前的一幕 The men scattered in all directions， leaving me with a young soldier who began to lead me away toward a stable1）. "And you，" came that booming2） voice again， "Major3） Martin will be down from the house in ten minutes to examine that horse. Make sure that horse is so thundering4） clean and thundering shiny you could use him as a shaving mirror， right？" "Yes， Sergeant，" came the reply. A reply that sent a sudden shiver of recognition through me. Quite where I had heard the voice before I did not know. I knew only that those two words sent a tremor5） of joy and hope and expectation through my body and warmed me from the inside out. He led me slowly across the cobbles6） ， and I tried all the while to see his face better. But he kept just that much ahead of me so that all I could see was a neatly shaven neck and a pair of pink ears. "How the devil did you get yourself stuck out there in no-man&apos；s land， you old silly？" he said. "That&apos；s what everyone wants to know ever since the message came back that they&apos；d be bringing you here. And how the devil did you get yourself in such a state？ I swear there&apos；s not an inch of you that isn&apos；t covered in mud or blood. No telling what you look like under all that mess. Still， we&apos；ll soon see. I&apos；ll tie you up here and get the worse of it off in the open air. Then I&apos；ll brush you up in the right way before the officer gets here. Come on， you silly， you. Once I&apos；ve got you cleaned up， then the officer can see you and he&apos；ll tidy up that nasty cut of yours. Can&apos；t give you food， I&apos；m sorry to say， nor any water， not till he says so. That&apos；s what the sergeant told me. That&apos；s just in case they have to operate on you." And the way he whistled as he cleaned out the brushes was the whistle that went with the voice I knew. It confirmed my rising hopes， and I knew then that I could not be mistaken. In my overwhelming delight， I reared up on my back legs and cried out to him to recognize me. I wanted to make him see who I was. "Hey， careful there， you silly. Nearly knocked my hat off，" he said gently， keeping a firm hold on the rope and smoothing my nose as he always had done whenever I was unhappy. "No need for that. You&apos；ll be all right. Lot of fuss about nothing. Knew a young horse once just like you， he was really proper jumpy7） he was till I got to know him and he got to know me." 　　"You talking to them horses again， Albert？" came a voice from inside the next stable. "God&apos；s truth！ What makes you think they understand a word you say？" 　　"Some of them may not， David，" said Albert. "But one day， one day one of them will. He&apos；ll come in here and he&apos；ll recognize my voice. He&apos；s bound to come in here. And then you&apos；ll see a horse that understands every word that&apos；s said to him." "You&apos；re not going on about your Joey again？" The head that came with the voice leaned over the stable door. "Won&apos；t you ever give it up， Berty？ I&apos；ve told you before if I&apos；ve told you a thousand times. They say there&apos；s near half a million horses out here， and you joined the Veterinary Corps just on the off chance8） you might come across him." I pawed the ground with my bad leg in an effort to make Albert look at me more closely， but he just patted my neck and set to work cleaning me up. "There&apos；s just one chance in half a million that your Joey walks in here. You got to be more realistic. He could be dead―a lot of them are. He could have gone off to Palestine with the cavalry. He could be anywhere along hundreds of miles of trenches9）. If you weren&apos；t so good with horses， and if you weren&apos；t the best friend I had， I&apos；d think you&apos；d gone a bit screwy the way you go about your Joey." 　　"You&apos；ll understand why when you see him， David，" Albert said crouching down to scrape the caked mud off my underside. "You&apos；ll see. There&apos；s no horse like him anywhere in the whole world. He&apos；s a bright red bay with a black mane and tail. He has a white cross on his forehead and four white socks that are all even to the last inch. He stands over sixteen hands and he&apos；s perfect from head to tail. I can tell you， I can tell you that when you see him you&apos；ll know him. I could pick him out of a crowd of a thousand horses. There&apos；s just something about him. Captain Nicholls， you know， he&apos；s dead now―the one I told you about that bought Joey from my father， he sent me Joey&apos；s picture―h。