短篇小说 》 Fog 》
Fog
Ivan Bunin
雾
I remember at first it caused a great panic. Heading upstairs, knocking almost the moment the signal clock. Chimneys breathing heavily, chilling roar burst out; we all transfixed, looking at more and more dense fog. Spread fog suddenly, suddenly shrink, like billowing smoke floating to floating wildly. Sometimes, the fog wrapped round and round the ship, that we all feel each other move like ghosts in the pitch darkness into. This gloomy picture, people feel like they're in the bleak autumn evening, the cold damp Freeze your trembling, and he was blue in the face. Later, the fog opened slightly more, but also even some shades, that is, the less murderous four volts. Ship and started running, but running very timid, trembling even cause engine rotation is almost silent, the ship kept ringing the bell signal, farther and farther from the coast, drove straight into the south. There, the real night, and that the black shale as general Zhongzhuo dark color, has been poured full of fog filled the sky. People feel that, over there, two steps beyond is the end of the world, and then in the past is Jiaoren vast desert tremble. Speak unwarrantedly truss, the door canopies on the falling drops of water drops on the rope. Flew out from the chimney of the wet coal particles, as Black usually around next to the chimney. Really want to see clearly at that distance what ghastly things, even if that something Ye Hao, however, the fog around me, it is like a dream, so that both hearing and vision and slow. Ship like a blimp, before your eyes are gray chaotic world, such as eyelash silk hanging cold water vapor in general, not far from my place, there is a sailor while smoking, biting wet and salty a small mustache, sometimes I think he is like a dream to the people ... ... the evening at six o'clock, when we are out of the cabin.
Mast lodge lights suddenly shot through the fog of the light, from afar, rather like the human eye. From the thick and short chimney emitting clouds of black smoke solemnly, a low, hanging in the air. Heading upstairs, needlessly monotonous bell sounded the signal, I do not know where the "strong sound fog horn" is ominous tone, the piercing call and did not actually ... ... and whatever may sound fog horn, this is only because caused by excessive tension on the auditory illusion. Man knows no boundaries in the mysterious international Wuhai among the ears tend to feel that there is something dark in the ring ... ... more and more resistance Ming Yu deceive the fog. It is the same in the vast sky high together. In the lower ship around in the stoppage, almost always attached to the sides of the ship took a slight splashing in the water. The long night of winter coming. Depression, worry all the time of day has caused us to wait shipwreck, and everyone therefore exhausted. To compensate for the shock suffered during the day, crowded with passengers and crew in the dining room. Shipping outside is pitch-dark night, but the ship, we have this little world actually bright, lively, crowded crowded head. People play cards, drink tea, drink, the waiter stream table in the wine cabinet and between the coming and going, banging to open the cork. I lay lying below the cabin, listening to his head on top of Zada's footsteps. I do not know who is and playing the piano, play a team a little sad melody of a popular waltz contrived, so I would also like Everybody go busy busy, we got dressed, walked out of the cabin.
That night, all the people are very happy about. At least I think so, we are happy to get through tonight so carefree. We regard the risk of fog and neglect, enjoy dancing, singing, eyes sparkling shine. Later, everyone finally tired, want to go to sleep ... ... so generous, hot, air is poor, the lights had gone a little sick of the dining room, the people finally getting to go empty. Wait a half hour later, as the ship where most places, has been dark. From time to time from the deck to Dangdang bell, in the moment of silence, the bells sound is awful. Later, more and more sparse bells, more and more sparse as if the ... ... Meeting million have died.
I walked along the corridor, went to the lower deck, deck room in the back with the cold marble walls, sitting for a while ... ... Suddenly, even the deck room lights are off, I suddenly became blind. Humming in my mind that night people sang songs and played music, went dark in front of the ladder, stepping stairs up and on the deck around, you can only go a few levels, the foot could not help but stop to stop, Moonlight's beauty and sadness deterred me.
Ah, this is what a strange night of it! Time was already very late, about how long it will Needless to dawn. As we have just singing, drinking, laughing and joking and talking nonsense to the moment, here. In this we do not understand, by the space, fog, and merged into the world of ocean, that gentle, lonely, and always moody moon rose up slowly to allow the deep midnight, shrouded million sinks ... ... just like five thousand years ago a million years ago exactly the same ... ... fog tightly Guzhu we, as people look too creepy. In the fog of the central, as a mysterious Phantom of the Opera, as a residual yellow moon night of a fall for the south, one side _set_ to stay the night stuck in a pale, and like the human eye, from the composition of the surrounding halo far spread to the huge eyes and overlooking the earth, the ship lights up a round of deep pores. It has a sort of circular channels, "Apocalypse Now" type of things ... ... the same time, some is not a human, always present in the silent mysteries of the tomb-like stillness of this, - there the whole night today in exist in the ship, there is the moon, the moon is close enough to striking at the moment next to the sea, but indifferent to the expression of melancholy look on my face.
I slowly finish the top of the ladder a few levels, Leaning on the railing. The whole ship was in my feet. Chuochu wood in the hull and deck on the side of the bridge. East West, a pool of water in a pool of long track. A dim flickering light - this is the fog of the scar. Railings, cast like a silk rope and benches generally light color of the shadow of smoke. Ships, chimneys and engineers have shown that they are extremely heavy central, is very strong, and a root railings are soaring, where the shaking. But the whole ship is still gives a sense of lightness. Rather like a ship turned into a ghost of the symmetry of a cause, stop line in the pale moonlight fog lifted and revealed the channels on the screen. Water lying low on the starboard side, the flat was almost no trace of ripple. It, the sea, mysteriously, silently shaking, into the bath full of moonlight like a general fog of smoke, flashing a sparkling waves, resembled countless flickering Jin Yi. But this flash in addition to twenty paces from me, disappearing, and then only faintly seen far more, and became as dead men lost their luster in the eyes. Everywhere I look, again feel that this round of the moon is a mysterious Phantom of the changes into the pale image of the great silence which is a mystery, this mystery part is that we never may know, never Solutions may claim ... ...
Then, abruptly, the rudder signal bell rang out upstairs. Then the bell while the spell of desolation, breaking the silence of the night, in the same time, the fuss came from the front with the noise and speech sound. That instant, I had a premonition about what danger, they open their eyes wide, staring at the dark fog, suddenly, a blood-red lights like a giant ruby, the mist rose higher and higher, closer to us quickly . Under the lights, a row of lights in the windows like a long string of dull gold spots, diffuse gas in the water side of his hand away, and a float for us recently, while the next round of the rotation with the noise, at first, as is getting closer cascading waterfall rushing sound, subsequently rapidly rotating blades can hear the sound, you can distinguish the involvement of water off leaves and crisp sound. We value more the sailors on board, like a sudden awakening from a dream of all people, as a Huanglihuangzhang the way, mechanically, not by tapping the tricks of the signal bell, then heavy gasp chimney mouth coarse, do full ringing the gloom of the whistle, the entire frame shook the ship. Came the reply from the fog, it sounded like a locomotive whistle, but a loud siren sound will soon disappear in the mist, and then, even the next round with the noise and the red lights are slowly melting in the mist of the. Just the intersection of that ship our ship with the noise and sound of the whistle, with the taste of a menacing aggressive - probably the captain of that ship is a ship opinionated, supercilious young man - the face of this night, however, where among the brave and what of it!
That never escape the great distress to my state of mind against unspeakable become quiet, this quiet dominate me. I was always attracted me thinking about those things: thinking about all life on the planet, thinking about the ancient human beings, this round of the moon had seen them all, but in the eyes of the moon, they are probably insignificant, looks exactly the same each other, so that the moon did not find them in the earth. But now I think I can fit them with, because I often have not produced the kind of intense desire: the desire to undergo their various experiences lived long before the same Yiwansinian, loving, suffering, joy too, and then hurry gone, without leaving a trace disappeared in the darkness of time and who centuries blend. But one thing I believe in - that there is a more noble than the ancient stuff ... ... maybe, that something is the kind of night the mystery of silence bears it. I first thought, perhaps it is commonly called the death of the great things of that piece, staring at my face tonight, so quietly I first greeted it, and it is as it should be understood as to understand it. Morning when I opened my eyes, I was ship is at full speed, feel the open windows from within several fan brush to coastal breezes. I jumped down from the bunk, the whole body again filled with a subconscious sense of optimism about life. I quickly finished toilet, get dressed. Corridors of ships bell rang out loud, call us to breakfast, so I opened the cabin door, and excitedly to the stirrup bright polished black boots, sack sack to stepping on the ladder, go up the board. Later, I sat smiling on the deck, as we will all experience, to represent a child-like God sincere gratitude. I think so there must be night, so there must be the fog is to make me more love, cherish the morning. The morning was mild and sunny, and - like spring Mary turquoise usually a big space ship hung in the top, water is splashing light pat on the ship's side, rushing away.
1901
请欣赏:
请给我换一个看看！ 拜托，快把噪音停掉！我读累了，想听点音乐或者请来支歌曲！
|
|
|