初中英语双语阅读雾都孤儿素材2.doc

Oliver Twist by Charles Dickens[雾都孤儿 / 查尔斯·狄更斯 著]■ 简介　　《雾都孤儿》一书于1838年首次刊行当时并不时兴写作反映生活的悲惨现实的小说，但狄更斯存心要使读者震惊他想要展示出罪犯们的真实面目，揭露出隐藏在伦敦狭小、肮脏的偏僻街道里的恐怖与暴力因此他为我们写了邪恶的费金，残暴的比尔·赛克斯，以及一大群窃贼强盗这些人撒谎、欺诈、偷盗，害怕进监狱，害怕刽子手把绞索套到他们的脖颈上，在惴惴不安中生活　　狄更斯写这本书还有一个目的他试图说明，善良能克服一切艰难险阻因此，他为我们塑造了小奥利弗·特威斯特——一个孤儿，他被投入一个充满贫困与犯罪的世界，忍饥挨饿，挨打挨骂，从来没有人爱他他为我们写出了南希——可怜、凄惨、悲苦的南希，她生活在一个残忍的世界中，却挣扎着要忠实于她所爱的人　　而且，正如在一切最好的故事里一样，善良最终战胜了邪恶　　查尔斯·狄更斯（1812—1870）是英国最伟大的小说家之一他出生于一个穷苦的家庭（他的父亲曾因欠债而入狱），但他后来享有盛名，并且拥有财富■ 1 O liver's early life　　O liver Twist was born in a workhouse，and when he arrived in this hard world，it was very doubtful whether he would live beyond the first three minutes．He lay on a hard little bed and struggled to start breathing．　　O liver fought his first battle without much assistance from the two people present at his birth．One was an old woman，who was nearly always drunk， and the other was a busy local doctor，who was not paid enough to be very interested in O liver's survival． After all，death was a common event in the workhouse，where only the poor and homeless lived．　　However，O liver managed to draw his first breath，and the n announced his arrival to the rest of the workhouse by crying loudly．His mother raised her pale young face from the pillow and whispered， 'Let me see the child， and die．'　　The doctor turned away from the fire， where he had been warming his hands． 'You must not talk about dying yet，'he said to her kindly．He gave her the child to hold．Lovingly，she kissed the baby on its forehead with her cold white lips，the n stared wildly around the room，fell back-and died. 'Poor dear！'said the nurse，hurriedly putting a green glass bottle back in the pocket of her long skirt.　　The doctor began to put on his coat． 'The baby is weak and will probably have difficulties，' he said． 'If so， give it a little milk to keep it quiet．'The n he looked at the dead woman. 'The mother was a good－looking girl．Where did she come from？'　　'She was brought here last night，'replied the old woman. 'She was found lying in the street. She'd walked some distance，judging by her shoes，which were worn to pieces．Where she came from，where she was going to，or what her name was，nobody knows.'　　The doctor lifted the girl's left hand. 'The old story，'he said sadly，shaking his head． 'No wedding ring， I see．Ah！Good night.'　　And so O liver was left with only the drunken nurse．Without clothe s，under his first blanket， he could have been the child of a king or a beggar．But when the woman dressed him later in rough cotton clothe s， yellow with age，he looked exactly what he was - an orphan in a workhouse， ready for a life of misery，hunger， and neglect.　　O liver cried loudly．If he could have known that he was a workhouse orphan， perhaps he would have cried even more loudly.　　The re was no one to look after the baby in the workhouse，so O liver was sent to a special 'baby farm' nearby. The re，he and thirty other children rolled around the floor all day，without the inconvenience of too much food or too much clothing. Mrs Mann，the old woman who 'looked after' them， was very experienced．She knew what was good for children，and a full stomach was very dangerous to their health. She also knew what was good for herself， so she kept for her own use the money that she was given for the children's food．The board responsible for the orphans sometimes checked on the health of the children， but They always sent the beadle，a kind of local policeman，to announce their visit the day before．So whenever the board arrived， of course，the children were always neat and clean．　　This was the way O liver was brought up. Consequently， at the age of nine he was a pale，thin child and short for his age．But despite frequent beatings by Mrs Mann， his spirit was strong， which was probably the reason why he managed to reach the age of nine at all．　　On O liver's ninth birthday， Mr Bumble the beadle came to the house to see Mrs Mann．Through the front window Mrs Mann saw him at the gate， and turned quickly to the girl who worked with her．　　'Quick！Take O liver and those others upstairs to be washed！'she said．The n she ran out to unlock the gate．（It was always kept locked to prevent official visitors walking in unexpectedly．）　　'I have business to talk about，'Mr Bumble told Mrs Mann as he entered the house．He was a big fat man， often bad-tempered， and was full of self-importance. He did not like to be kept waiting at a locked gate.　　Mrs Mann took his hat and coat， placed a chair for him，and expressed great concern for his comfort． 'You've had a long walk，Mr Bumble' she said， 'and you must be thirsty．'She took out a bottle from the cupboard．　　'No， thank you， Mrs Mann. Not a drop．'He waved the bottle away．　　'Just a little drop， Mr Bumble， with cold water，' said Mrs Mann persuasively．　　Mr Bumble coughed． 'What is it？' he asked， looking at the bottle with interest．　　'Gin．I keep it for the children's medicine drink.'　　'You give the children gin，Mrs Mann？'。