永遠(yuǎn)的憧憬和追求 蕭紅 中英文對(duì)照版
張培基英譯中國現(xiàn)代散文選(一) 之《永遠(yuǎn)的憧憬和追求》
永遠(yuǎn)的憧憬和追求
——蕭紅
一九一一年,在一個(gè)小縣城里邊,我生在一個(gè)小地主的家里。那縣城差不多就是中國的最東最北部——黑龍江省——(2)所以一年之中,倒有四個(gè)月飄著白雪。
父親常常為著貪婪而失掉了人性。他對(duì)待仆人,對(duì)待自己的兒女,以及對(duì)待我的祖父都是同樣的吝嗇而疏遠(yuǎn),甚至于無情(3)。
有一次,為著房屋租金的事情,父親把房客的全套的馬車趕了過來。房客的家屬們哭著訴說著(4),向我的祖父跪了下來,于是祖父把兩匹棕色的馬(5)從車上解下來還了回去。
為著這匹馬,父親向祖父起著終夜的爭吵(6)。“兩匹馬,咱們是算不了什么的,窮人,這匹馬就是命根。(7)”祖父這樣說著,而父親還是爭吵。九歲時(shí),母親死去。父親也就更變了樣(8),偶然打碎了一只杯子,他就要罵到使人發(fā)抖的程度。后來就連父親的眼睛也轉(zhuǎn)了彎,每從他的身邊經(jīng)過,我就像自己的身上生了針剌一樣(9);他斜視著你,他那高傲的眼光從鼻梁經(jīng)過嘴角而后往下流著(10)。
所以每每在大雪中的黃昏里(11),圍著暖爐,圍著祖父,聽著祖父讀著詩篇,看著祖父讀著詩篇時(shí)微紅的嘴唇(12)。
父親打了我的時(shí)候,我就在祖父的房里,一直面向著窗子,從黃昏到深夜——窗外的白雪,好像白棉花一樣飄著;而暖爐上水壺的蓋子,則像伴奏的樂器似的振動(dòng)著(13)。
祖父時(shí)時(shí)把多紋的兩手放在我的肩上,而后又放在我頭上,我的耳邊便響著這樣的聲音:
“快快長吧!長大就好了。”
二十歲那年,我就逃出了父親的家庭。直到現(xiàn)在還是過著流浪的生活。
“長大”是“長大了”,而沒有“好”。
可是從祖父那里,知道了人生除掉了冰冷和憎惡而外,還有溫暖和愛。
所以我就向這“溫暖”和“愛”的方面,懷著永久的憧憬和追求。
注釋:
蕭紅(1911-1942),黑龍江省呼蘭縣人,官僚地主家庭出身,是才華橫溢的女作家。本文是她應(yīng)美國友人斯諾之給而寫的小傳。文章訴說她如何在祖父在關(guān)懷和撫育下度過寂寞的幼女時(shí)代。
(1)“憧憬“譯為dream,和aspiration, longing, yearning等同義。
(2)“那縣城差不多就是中國的最東最北部——黑龍江省——”意即“那縣城在黑龍江省,差不多位于中國的東北角”?,F(xiàn)譯為in a remote town in Heilongjiang Province—a town situated virtually at the northeastern tip of china,其中以remote(偏僻的、邊遠(yuǎn)的)表達(dá)“小”,便于烘托原文的氣氛;at the northeastern tip of China比in China’s northeastern part靈活順口。
(3)“甚至于無情”譯為not to say with ruthlessness,其中not to say是英語成語,意即and almost或and perhaps even。
(4)“哭著訴說著”譯為tearfully related their troubles,其中related意told。
(5)“棕色的馬”譯為chestnut horses。英語常用chestnut指馬的棕色,或棕色的馬.
(6)譯文touched off是成語,作“激起”、“引起”解。
(7)“窮人,這匹馬就是命根”譯為they mean everything to the poor,其中everything和前面的nothing相互應(yīng)。
(8)“父親也就更變了樣”譯為From then on father went from bad to worse,其中from then on是連接上句的添加成分。又went from bad to worse是成語,作“越來越壞”、“每況俞下”解。
(9)“就像自己的身上生了針剌一樣”譯為feel like being pricked all over on thorns,其中feel like是短語動(dòng)詞,作“如同”解,又介詞on常用來指人體受到傷害的原因,
(10)譯文superciliousness gushed from his eyes…是隱喻。
(11)譯文Often of a snowy evening中的of 等于on,但有“經(jīng)常”的含義。
(12)“圍著暖爐,圍著祖父,聽著祖父讀著詩篇,看著祖父讀著詩篇時(shí)微紅的嘴唇”譯為would hang about grandpa by a heating stove, listening to him ready poems aloud and meanwhile watching his busy ruddy lips,其中hang about或hang around為動(dòng)詞短語,作“待在……身邊”解,通常有親密、友好的含義。又busy一詞描述祖父的嘴唇不斷張合,以代替“讀著詩篇時(shí)”。
(13)“暖爐上水壺的蓋子,則像伴奏樂器似的振動(dòng)著”譯為and the lid of the kettle over the heating stove rattling like a musical instrument playing an accompaniment, 其中rattling表達(dá)“振動(dòng)”,而不用vibrating等,因to rattle不僅指“振動(dòng)”,而且指格格作響聲,與“伴奏樂器”的比喻相互應(yīng)。
My Everlasting Dream and Pursuit
——Xiao Hong
In 1911, I was born into a petty Landlord family in a remote county town in Heilongjiang Province—a town situated virtually at the northeastern tip of China. We had snow there for as long as one third of a year.
Father, driven by avarice, often became very unfeeling. He would treat his servants, his own children and even my grandpa alike with meanness and indifference, not to say with ruthlessness.
Once, due to a dispute over house rent, he took away by force a tenant’s horse-drawn cart and drove it home. The tenant’s family came to see grandpa and, dropping to their knees, tearfully related their troubles. Grandpa unharnessed the two chestnut horses and retuned them to tenant.
That touched off a night-long quarrel between father and grandpa. “The two horses mean nothing to us, but everything to the poor,” argued grandpa. Father, however, refused to listen. Mother died when I was nine. From then on father went from bad to worse. Even a mere cup accidentally broken by someone would send him into such a violent rage that we all shivered with fear. Later, whenever I happened to walk past him, he would even have his eyes directed sideways, which made me feel like being pricked all over on thorns. When he looked askance at me, superciliousness gushed from his eyes down the bridge of his nose and then off the corners of his mouth.
Often of a snowy evening, we children would hang about grandpa by a heating stove, listening to him reading poems aloud and meanwhile watching his busy ruddy lips.
Whenever father had given me a beating, I would seek solace in grandpa’s room where I would stay gazing out of the window from dusk till late into the night while snowflakes were flying like cotton and the lid of the kettle over the heating stove rattling like a musical instrument playing an accompaniment.
Grandpa would place his wrinkled hand on my shoulder and then on my head, saying,
“Grow up quick, poor child! You’ll be all right after you’ve grown up.”
I fled from home at twenty. And so far I still live the life of a vagrant.
True, I’ve “grown up”, but I’m not yet “all right”.
Nevertheless, from grandpa I’ve learned that apart from coldness and hatred, there is also warmth and love in life. Hence my everlasting dream and pursuit of this “warmth” and “love”.
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