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世上的漂亮动人的女子，每每像是由于命运的差错似地，出生在一个小职员的家庭；我
们现在要说的这一个正是这样。她没有陪嫁的资产，没有希望，没有任何方法使得一个既有
钱又有地位的人认识她，了解她，爱她，娶她；到末了，她将将就就和教育部的一个小科员
结了婚。
不能够讲求装饰，她是朴素的，但是不幸得像是一个降了等的女人；因为妇女们本没有
阶级，没有门第之分，她们的美，她们的丰韵和她们的诱惑力就是供她们做出身和家世之用
的。她们的天生的机警，出众的本能，柔顺的心灵，构成了她们唯一的等级，而且可以把民
间的女子提得和最高的贵妇人一样高。
她觉得自己本是为了一切精美的和一切豪华的事物而生的，因此不住地感到痛苦。由于
自己房屋的寒伧，墙壁的粗糙，家具的陈旧，衣料的庸俗，她非常难过。这一切，在另一个
和她同等的妇人心上，也许是不会注意的，然而她却因此伤心，又因此懊恼，那个替她照料
琐碎家务的布列塔尼省的小女佣人的样子，使她产生了种种忧苦的遗憾和胡思乱想。她梦想
着那些静悄悄的接待室，如何蒙着东方的帏幕，如何点着青铜的高脚灯檠，如何派着两个身
穿短裤子的高个儿侍应生听候指使，而热烘烘的空气暖炉使得两个侍应生都在大型的圈椅上
打盹。她梦想那些披着古代壁衣的大客厅，那些摆着无从估价的瓷瓶的精美家具；她梦想那
些精致而且芬芳的小客厅，自己到了午后五点光景，就可以和亲切的男朋友在那儿闲谈，和
那些被妇女界羡慕的并且渴望一顾的知名男子在那儿闲谈。
然而事实上，她每天吃晚饭的时候，就在那张小圆桌跟前和她的丈夫对面坐下了，桌上
盖的白布要三天才换一回，丈夫把那只汤池的盖子一揭开，就用一种高兴的神气说道：
“哈！好肉汤！世上没有比它更好的……”因此她又梦想那些丰盛精美的筵席了，梦想那些
光辉灿烂的银器皿了，梦想那些满绣着仙境般的园林和其间的古装仕女以及古怪飞禽的壁衣
了；她梦想那些用名贵的盘子盛着的佳肴美味了，梦想那些在吃着一份肉色粉红的鲈鱼或者
一份松鸡翅膀的时候带着朗爽的微笑去细听的情话了。
而且她没有像样的服装，没有珠宝首饰，什么都没有。可是她偏偏只欢喜这一套，觉得
自己是为了这一套而生的。她早就指望自己能够取悦于人，能够被人羡慕，能够有诱惑力而
且被人追求。
她有一个有钱的女朋友，一个在教会女学里的女同学，可是现在已经不再想去看她，因
为看了之后回来，她总会感到痛苦。于是她由于伤心，由于遗憾，由于失望并且由于忧虑，
接连她要不料某一天傍晚，她丈夫带着得意扬扬的神气回来了，手里拿着一个大信封。
“瞧吧，”他说：“这儿有点儿东西是专门为了你的。”她赶忙拆开了信封，从里面抽
了一张印着这样语句的请帖：
“教育部长若尔日·郎波诺暨夫人荣幸地邀请骆塞尔先生和骆塞尔太太参加一月十八日
星期一在本部大楼举办的晚会。”
她丈夫希望她一定快活得很，谁知她竟带着伤心而且生气的样子把请帖扔到桌上，冷冰
冰地说：
“你叫我拿着这东西怎么办？”
“不过，亲人儿，我原以为你大概是满意的。你素来不出门，并且这是一个机会，这东
西，一个好机会！我费了多少力才弄到手。大家都想要请帖，它是很难弄到手的，却又没有
多少份发给同事们。将来在晚会上看得见政界的全部人物。”
她用一种暴怒的眼光瞧着他，后来她不耐烦地高声说：
“你叫我身上穿着什么到那儿去？”
他以前原没有想到这一层；支吾地说：
“不过，你穿了去看戏的那件裙袍。我觉得它很好，我……”
瞧见他妻子流着眼泪，他不说话了，吃惊了，心里糊涂了。两大滴眼泪慢慢地从她的眼
角向着口角流下来；他吃着嘴说：
“你有点怎样？你有点怎样？”
但是她用一种坚强的忍耐心镇住了自己的痛苦，擦着自己那副润湿了的脸蛋儿，一面用
一道宁静的声音回答：
“没有什么。不过我没有衣裳，所以我不能够去赴这个晚会。你倘若有一个同事，他的
妻子能够比我打扮得好些，你就把这份请帖送给他。”
他发愁了，接着说道：
“这么着吧，玛蒂尔蒂。要花多少钱，一套像样的衣裳，以后遇着机会你还可以再穿
的，简单一些的？”
她思索了好几秒钟，确定她的盘算，并且也考虑到这个数目务必可以由她要求，不至于
引起这个节俭科员的一种吃惊的叫唤和一个干脆的拒绝。
末了她迟迟疑疑地回答：
“细数呢，我不晓得，不过我估计，有四百金法郎，总可以办得到。”
他的脸色有点儿发青了，因为他手里正存着这样一个数目预备去买一枝枪，使得自己在
今年夏天的星期日里，可以和几个打猎的朋友们到南兑尔那一带平原地方去打鸟。
然而他却回答道：
“就是这样吧。我给你四百金法郎。不过你要想法子去做一套漂亮的裙袍。”
晚会的日期已经近了，骆塞尔太太好像在发愁，不放心，心里有些焦躁不安。然而她的
新裙袍却办好了。她丈夫某一天傍晚问她：
“你有点怎样？想想吧，这三天以来，你是很异样的。”于是她说：
“没有一件首饰，没有一粒宝石，插的和戴的，一点儿也没有，这件事真教我心烦。简
直太穷酸了。现在我宁可不去赴这个晚会。”
他接着说道：
“你将来可以插戴几朵鲜花。在现在的时令里，那是很出色的。花十个金法郎，你可以
买得到两三朵很好看的玫瑰花。”她一点也听不进去。
“不成……世上最教人丢脸的，就是在许多有钱的女人堆里露穷相。”
但是她丈夫高声叫唤起来：
“你真糊涂！去找你的朋友伏来士洁太太，问她借点首饰。你和她的交情，是可以开口
的。”
她迸出了一道快活的叫唤：
“这是真的。这一层我当初简直没有想过。”
第二天，她到她这位朋友家里去了，向她谈起了自己的烦闷。
伏来士洁太太向着她那座嵌着镜子的大衣柜跟前走过去，取出一个大的盒子，带过来打
开向骆塞尔太太说：
“你自己选吧，亲爱的。”
她最初看见许多手镯，随后一个用珍珠镶成的项圈，随后一个威尼斯款式的金十字架，
镶着宝石的，做工非常精巧。她在镜子跟前试着这些首饰，迟疑不决，舍不得丢开这些东
西，归还这些东西。她老问着。
“你还有没有一点什么别的？”
“有的是，你自己找吧。我不晓得哪件合得上你的意思。”她忽然在一只黑缎子做的小
盒子里，发现了一串用金刚钻镶成的项链，那东西真地压得倒一切；于是她的心房因为一种
奢望渐渐跳起来。她双手拿着那东西发抖，她把它压着自己裙袍的领子绕在自己的颈项上面
了，对着自己在镜子里的影子出了半天的神。
后来，她带看满腔的顾虑迟疑地问道：
“你能够借这东西给我吗，我只借这一件？”
“当然可以，当然可以。”
她跳起来抱着她朋友的颈项，热烈地吻了又吻，末后，她带着这件宝贝溜也似地走了。
晚会的日子到了，骆塞尔太太得到极大的成功，她比一般女宾都要漂亮，时髦，迷人，
不断地微笑，并且乐得发狂。一般男宾都望着她出神，探听她的姓名，设法使人把自己引到
她跟前作介绍。本部机要处的人员都想和她跳舞，部长也注意她。
她用陶醉的姿态舞着，用兴奋的动作舞着，她沉醉在欢乐里，她满意于自己的容貌的胜
利，满意于自己的成绩的光荣；满意于那一切阿谀赞叹和那场使得女性认为异常完备而且甜
美的凯歌，一种幸福的祥云包围着她。所以她什么都不思虑了。
她是清晨四点钟光景离开的。她丈夫自从半夜十二点钟光景，就同着另外三位男宾在一
间无人理会的小客厅里睡着了；这三位男宾的妻子也正舞得很快活。
他对她的肩头上披上了那些为了上街而带来的衣裳，家常用的俭朴的衣裳，这些东西的
寒伧意味是和跳舞会里的服装的豪华气派不相称的。她感到了这一层，于是为了避免另外那
些裹着珍贵皮衣的太太们注意，她竟想逃遁了。
骆塞尔牵住了她：
“等着吧。你到外面会受寒。我去找一辆出租的街车来吧。”
不过她绝不听从他，匆匆忙忙下了台阶儿。等到他俩走到街上竟找不着车了；于是他俩
开始去寻觅，追着那些他们远远地望得见的车子。
他俩向着塞纳河的河沿走下去，两个人感到失望，浑身冷得发抖。末了，他俩在河沿上
竟找着了一辆像是夜游病者一样的旧式轿车——这样的车子白天在巴黎如同感到自惭形秽，
所以要到天黑以后才看得见它们。
车子把他俩送到殉教街的寓所大门外了，他俩惆怅地上了楼。在她，这算是结束了。而
他呢，却想起了自己明天早上十点钟应当到部。
她在镜子跟前脱下了那些围着肩头的大氅之类，想再次端详端详无比荣耀的自己。但是
陡然间她发出了一声狂叫。她已经没有那串围着颈项的金刚钻项链了！
她丈夫这时候已经脱了一半衣裳，连忙问：
“你有点怎样？”
她发痴似地转过身来向着他：
“我已经……我已经……我现在找不着伏来士洁太太那串项链了。”
他张皇失措地站起来：
“什么！……怎样！……哪儿会有这样的事！”
于是他俩在那件裙袍的衣褶里，大氅的衣褶里，口袋里，都寻了一个遍。到处都找不到
它。
他问道：
“你能够保证离开舞会的时候还挂着那东西吗？”
“对呀，我在部里的过道里还摸过它。”
“不过，倘若你在路上失掉了它，我们可以听得见它落下去的声响。它应当在车子
里。”
“对呀。这是可能的。你可曾记下车子的号码？”
“没有。你呢，你当初也没有注意？”
“没有。”
他俩口呆目瞪地互相瞧着。末了，骆塞尔重新着好了衣裳。
“我去，”他说，“我去把我俩步行经过的路线再走一遍，去看看是不是可以找得着
它。”
于是他出街了。她呢，连睡觉的气力都没有，始终没有换下那套参加晚会的衣裳，就靠
在一把围椅上面，屋子里没有生火，脑子里什么也不想。
她丈夫在七点钟回家。什么也没有找得着。
他走到警察总厅和各报馆里去悬一种赏格，又走到各处出租小马车的公司，总而言之，
凡是有一线希望的地方都走了一个遍。
她对着这种骇人的大祸，在惊愕状态中间整整地等了一天。
骆塞尔在傍晚的时候带着瘦削灰白的脸回来了；他一点什么也没有发现过。
“应当，”他说，“写信给你那个女朋友说你弄断了那串项链的搭钩，现在正叫人在那
里修理。这样我们就可以有周转的时间。”
她在他的口授之下写了这封信。
一星期以后，他们任何希望都消失了。并且骆塞尔像是老了五年，高声说道：
“现在应当设法去赔这件宝贝了。”
第二天，他们拿了盛那件宝贝的盒子，照着盒子里面的招牌到了珠宝店里，店里的老板
查过了许多账簿。
“从前，太太，这串项链不是我店里卖出去的，我只做了这个盒子。”
于是他俩到一家家的首饰店去访问了，寻觅一件和失掉的那件首饰相同的东西，凭着自
己的记忆力做参考，他俩因为伤心和忧愁都快要生病了。
他们在故宫街一家小店里找到了一串用金刚钻镶成的念珠，他们觉得正像他们寻觅的那
一串。它值得四万金法郎。店里可以作三万六千让给他俩。
他们所以央求那小店的老板在三天之内不要卖掉这东西。并且另外说好了条件：倘若原
有的那串在二月底以前找回来，店里就用三万四千金当郎收买这串回去。
骆塞尔本存着他父亲从前留给他的一万八千金法郎。剩下的数目就得去借了。
他动手借钱了，向这一个借一千金法郎，向那个借五百，向这里借五枚鲁意金元，向另
一处又借三枚。他签了许多借据，订了许多破产性的契约，和那些盘剥重利的人，各种不同
国籍的放款人打交道。他损害了自己后半生的前程，他不顾成败利钝冒险地签上了自己的名
姓，并且，想到了将来的苦恼，想到了就会压在身上的黑暗贫穷，想到了整个物质上的匮乏
和全部精神上的折磨造成的远景，他感到恐怖了，终于走到那个珠宝商人的柜台边放下了三
万六千金法郎，取了那串新项链。
在骆塞尔太太把首饰还给伏来士洁太太的时候，这一位用一种不高兴的神情向她说：
“你应当早点儿还给我，因为我也许要用它。”
她当时并没有打开那只盒子，这正是她的女朋友担忧的事。倘若看破了这件代替品，她
将要怎样想？她难道不会把她当做一个贼？
骆塞尔太太尝到了穷人的困窘生活了。此外，突然一下用英雄气概打定了主意，那笔骇
人的债是必须偿还的。她预备偿还它。他们辞退了女佣；搬了家；租了某处屋顶底下的一间
阁楼下。
她开始做种种家务上的粗硬工作了，厨房里可厌的日常任务了。她洗濯杯盘碗碟，在罐
子锅子的油垢底子上磨坏了那些玫瑰色的手指头。内衣和抹布都由她亲自用肥皂洗濯再晾到
绳子上；每天早起，她搬运垃圾下楼，再把水提到楼上，每逢走完一层楼，就得坐在楼梯上
喘口气。并且穿着得像是一个平民妇人了，她挽着篮子走到蔬菜店里、杂货店里和肉店里去
讲价钱，去挨骂，极力一个铜元一个铜元地去防护她那点儿可怜的零钱。
每月都要收回好些借据，一面另外立几张新的去展缓日期。
她丈夫在傍晚的时候替一个商人誊清账目，时常到了深夜，他还得抄录那种五个铜元一
面的书。
末后，这种生活延长到十年之久。
十年之末，他俩居然还清了全部债务，连同高利贷者的利钱以及由利上加利滚成的数
目。
骆塞尔太太像是老了。现在，她已经变成了贫苦人家的强健粗硬而且耐苦的妇人了。乱
挽着头发，歪歪地系着裙子，露着一双发红的手，高声说话，大盆水洗地板。但是有时候她
丈夫到办公室里去了，她独自坐在窗前，于是就回想从前的那个晚会，那个跳舞会，在那
里，她当时是那样美貌，那样快活。
倘若当时没有失掉那件首饰，她现在会走到什么样的境界？谁知道？谁知道？人生真是
古怪，真是变化无常啊。无论是害您或者救您，只消一点点小事。
然而，某一个星期日，她正走到香榭丽舍大街兜个圈子去调剂一周之中的日常劳作，这
时候忽然看见了一个带着孩子散步的妇人。那就是伏来士洁太太，她始终是年轻的，始终是
美貌的，始终是有诱惑力的。
骆塞尔太太非常激动。要不要去和她攀谈？对的，当然。并且自己现在已经还清了债
务，可以彻底告诉她。为什么不？她走近前去了。
“早安，约翰妮。”
那一位竟一点儿也不认识她了，以为自己被这个平民妇人这样亲热地叫唤是件怪事，她
支支吾吾地说：
“不过……这位太太！……我不知道……大概应当是您弄错了。
“没有错。我是玛蒂尔德·骆塞尔呀。”
她那个女朋友狂叫了一声：
“噢！……可怜的玛蒂尔德，你真变了样子！……”
“对呀，我过了许多很艰苦的日子，自从我上一次见过你以后；并且种种苦楚都是为了
你！……”
“为了我……这是怎样一回事？”
“从前，你不是借了一串金刚钻项链给我到部里参加晚会，现在，你可还记得？”
“记得，怎样呢？”
“怎样，我丢了那串东西。”
“哪儿的话，你早已还给我了。”
“我从前还给你的是另外一串完全相同的。到现在，我们花了十年工夫才付清它的代
价。像我们什么也没有的人，你明白这件事是不容易的……现在算是还清了帐，我是结结实
实满意的了。”
伏来士洁太太停住了脚步：
“你可是说从前买了一串金刚钻项链来赔偿我的那一串？”
“对呀，你从前简直没有看出来，是吗？那两串东西原是完全相同的。”
说完，她用一阵自负而又天真的快乐神气微笑了。
伏来士洁太太很受感动了，抓住了她两只手：
“唉。可怜的玛蒂尔德，不过我那一串本是假的，顶多值得五百金法郎！……”
莫泊桑短篇小说精选《项链》原文谁能发表一下啊？(谢谢)
世上的漂亮动人的女子，每每像是由于命运的差错似地，出生在一个小职员的家庭；我们现在要说的这一个正是这样。她没有陪嫁的资产，没有希望，没有任何方法使得一个既有钱又有地位的人认识她，了解她，爱她，娶她；到末了，她将将就就和教育部的一个小科员结了婚。
不能够讲求装饰，她是朴素的，但是不幸得像是一个降了等的女人；因为妇女们本没有阶级，没有门第之分，她们的美，她们的丰韵和她们的诱惑力就是供她们做出身和家世之用的。她们的天生的机警，出众的本能，柔顺的心灵，构成了她们唯一的等级，而且可以把民间的女子提得和最高的贵妇人一样高。
她觉得自己本是为了一切精美的和一切豪华的事物而生的，因此不住地感到痛苦。由于自己房屋的寒伧，墙壁的粗糙，家具的陈旧，衣料的庸俗，她非常难过。这一切，在另一个和她同等的妇人心上，也许是不会注意的，然而她却因此伤心，又因此懊恼，那个替她照料琐碎家务的布列塔尼省的小女佣人的样子，使她产生了种种忧苦的遗憾和胡思乱想。她梦想着那些静悄悄的接待室，如何蒙着东方的帏幕，如何点着青铜的高脚灯檠，如何派着两个身穿短裤子的高个儿侍应生听候指使，而热烘烘的空气暖炉使得两个侍应生都在大型的圈椅上打盹。她梦想那些披着古代壁衣的大客厅，那些摆着无从估价的瓷瓶的精美家具；她梦想那些精致而且芬芳的小客厅，自己到了午后五点光景，就可以和亲切的男朋友在那儿闲谈，和那些被妇女界羡慕的并且渴望一顾的知名男子在那儿闲谈。
然而事实上，她每天吃晚饭的时候，就在那张小圆桌跟前和她的丈夫对面坐下了，桌上盖的白布要三天才换一回，丈夫把那只汤池的盖子一揭开，就用一种高兴的神气说道：“哈！好肉汤！世上没有比它更好的……”因此她又梦想那些丰盛精美的筵席了，梦想那些光辉灿烂的银器皿了，梦想那些满绣着仙境般的园林和其间的古装仕女以及古怪飞禽的壁衣了；她梦想那些用名贵的盘子盛着的佳肴美味了，梦想那些在吃着一份肉色粉红的鲈鱼或者一份松鸡翅膀的时候带着朗爽的微笑去细听的情话了。
而且她没有像样的服装，没有珠宝首饰，什么都没有。可是她偏偏只欢喜这一套，觉得自己是为了这一套而生的。她早就指望自己能够取悦于人，能够被人羡慕，能够有诱惑力而且被人追求。
她有一个有钱的女朋友，一个在教会女学里的女同学，可是现在已经不再想去看她，因为看了之后回来，她总会感到痛苦。于是她由于伤心，由于遗憾，由于失望并且由于忧虑，接连她要不料某一天傍晚，她丈夫带着得意扬扬的神气回来了，手里拿着一个大信封。“瞧吧，”他说：“这儿有点儿东西是专门为了你的。”她赶忙拆开了信封，从里面抽了一张印着这样语句的请帖：
“教育部长若尔日·郎波诺暨夫人荣幸地邀请骆塞尔先生和骆塞尔太太参加一月十八日星期一在本部大楼举办的晚会。”
她丈夫希望她一定快活得很，谁知她竟带着伤心而且生气的样子把请帖扔到桌上，冷冰冰地说：
“你叫我拿着这东西怎么办？”
“不过，亲人儿，我原以为你大概是满意的。你素来不出门，并且这是一个机会，这东西，一个好机会！我费了多少力才弄到手。大家都想要请帖，它是很难弄到手的，却又没有多少份发给同事们。将来在晚会上看得见政界的全部人物。”
她用一种暴怒的眼光瞧着他，后来她不耐烦地高声说：
“你叫我身上穿着什么到那儿去？”
他以前原没有想到这一层；支吾地说：
“不过，你穿了去看戏的那件裙袍。我觉得它很好，我……”
瞧见他妻子流着眼泪，他不说话了，吃惊了，心里糊涂了。两大滴眼泪慢慢地从她的眼角向着口角流下来；他吃着嘴说：
“你有点怎样？你有点怎样？”
但是她用一种坚强的忍耐心镇住了自己的痛苦，擦着自己那副润湿了的脸蛋儿，一面用一道宁静的声音回答：“没有什么。不过我没有衣裳，所以我不能够去赴这个晚会。你倘若有一个同事，他的妻子能够比我打扮得好些，你就把这份请帖送给他。”
他发愁了，接着说道：
“这么着吧，玛蒂尔蒂。要花多少钱，一套像样的衣裳，以后遇着机会你还可以再穿的，简单一些的？”
她思索了好几秒钟，确定她的盘算，并且也考虑到这个数目务必可以由她要求，不至于引起这个节俭科员的一种吃惊的叫唤和一个干脆的拒绝。
末了她迟迟疑疑地回答：
“细数呢，我不晓得，不过我估计，有四百金法郎，总可以办得到。”
他的脸色有点儿发青了，因为他手里正存着这样一个数目预备去买一支枪，使得自己在今年夏天的星期日里，可以和几个打猎的朋友们到南兑尔那一带平原地方去打鸟。
然而他却回答道：“就是这样吧。我给你四百金法郎。不过你要想法子去做一套漂亮的裙袍。”
晚会的日期已经近了，骆塞尔太太好像在发愁，不放心，心里有些焦躁不安。然而她的新裙袍却办好了。她丈夫某一天傍晚问她：“你有点怎样？想想吧，这三天以来，你是很异样的。”于是她说：“没有一件首饰，没有一粒宝石，插的和戴的，一点儿也没有，这件事真教我心烦。简直太穷酸了。现在我宁可不去赴这个晚会。”
他接着说道：
“你将来可以插戴几朵鲜花。在现在的时令里，那是很出色的。花十个金法郎，你可以买得到两三朵很好看的玫瑰花。”她一点也听不进去。
“不成……世上最教人丢脸的，就是在许多有钱的女人堆里露穷相。”
但是她丈夫高声叫唤起来：
“你真糊涂！去找你的朋友伏来士洁太太，问她借点首饰。你和她的交情，是可以开口的。”
她迸出了一道快活的叫唤：
“这是真的。这一层我当初简直没有想过。”
第二天，她到她这位朋友家里去了，向她谈起了自己的烦闷。伏来士洁太太向着她那座嵌着镜子的大衣柜跟前走过去，取出一个大的盒子，带过来打开向骆塞尔太太说：
“你自己选吧，亲爱的。”
她最初看见许多手镯，随后一个用珍珠镶成的项圈，随后一个威尼斯款式的金十字架，镶着宝石的，做工非常精巧。她在镜子跟前试着这些首饰，迟疑不决，舍不得丢开这些东西，归还这些东西。她老问着。
“你还有没有一点什么别的？”
“有的是，你自己找吧。我不晓得哪件合得上你的意思。”她忽然在一只黑缎子做的小盒子里，发现了一串用金刚钻镶成的项链，那东西真地压得倒一切；于是她的心房因为一种奢望渐渐跳起来。她双手拿着那东西发抖，她把它压着自己裙袍的领子绕在自己的颈项上面了，对着自己在镜子里的影子出了半天的神。
后来，她带看满腔的顾虑迟疑地问道：
“你能够借这东西给我吗，我只借这一件？”
“当然可以，当然可以。”
她跳起来抱着她朋友的颈项，热烈地吻了又吻，末后，她带着这件宝贝溜也似地走了。
晚会的日子到了，骆塞尔太太得到极大的成功，她比一般女宾都要漂亮，时髦，迷人，不断地微笑，并且乐得发狂。一般男宾都望着她出神，探听她的姓名，设法使人把自己引到她跟前作介绍。本部机要处的人员都想和她跳舞，部长也注意她。她用陶醉的姿态舞着，用兴奋的动作舞着，她沉醉在欢乐里，她满意于自己的容貌的胜利，满意于自己的成绩的光荣；满意于那一切阿谀赞叹和那场使得女性认为异常完备而且甜美的凯歌，一种幸福的祥云包围着她。所以她什么都不思虑了。
她是清晨四点钟光景离开的。她丈夫自从半夜十二点钟光景，就同着另外三位男宾在一间无人理会的小客厅里睡着了；这三位男宾的妻子也正舞得很快活。
他对她的肩头上披上了那些为了上街而带来的衣裳，家常用的俭朴的衣裳，这些东西的寒伧意味是和跳舞会里的服装的豪华气派不相称的。她感到了这一层，于是为了避免另外那些裹着珍贵皮衣的太太们注意，她竟想逃遁了。
骆塞尔牵住了她：
“等着吧。你到外面会受寒。我去找一辆出租的街车来吧。”
不过她绝不听从他，匆匆忙忙下了台阶儿。等到他俩走到街上竟找不着车了；于是他俩开始去寻觅，追着那些他们远远地望得见的车子。
他俩向着塞纳河的河沿走下去，两个人感到失望，浑身冷得发抖。末了，他俩在河沿上竟找着了一辆像是夜游病者一样的旧式轿车——这样的车子白天在巴黎如同感到自惭形秽，所以要到天黑以后才看得见它们。
车子把他俩送到殉教街的寓所大门外了，他俩惆怅地上了楼。在她，这算是结束了。而他呢，却想起了自己明天早上十点钟应当到部。
她在镜子跟前脱下了那些围着肩头的大氅之类，想再次端详端详无比荣耀的自己。但是陡然间她发出了一声狂叫。她已经没有那串围着颈项的金刚钻项链了！
她丈夫这时候已经脱了一半衣裳，连忙问：
“你有点怎样？”
她发痴似地转过身来向着他：
“我已经……我已经……我现在找不着伏来士洁太太那串项链了。”
他张皇失措地站起来：
“什么！……怎样！……哪儿会有这样的事！”
于是他俩在那件裙袍的衣褶里，大氅的衣褶里，口袋里，都寻了一个遍。到处都找不到它。
他问道：
“你能够保证离开舞会的时候还挂着那东西吗？”
“对呀，我在部里的过道里还摸过它。”
“不过，倘若你在路上失掉了它，我们可以听得见它落下去的声响。它应当在车子里。”
“对呀。这是可能的。你可曾记下车子的号码？”
“没有。你呢，你当初也没有注意？”
“没有。”
他俩口呆目瞪地互相瞧着。末了，骆塞尔重新着好了衣裳。
“我去，”他说，“我去把我俩步行经过的路线再走一遍，去看看是不是可以找得着它。”
于是他出街了。她呢，连睡觉的气力都没有，始终没有换下那套参加晚会的衣裳，就靠在一把围椅上面，屋子里没有生火，脑子里什么也不想。
她丈夫在七点钟回家。什么也没有找着。
他走到警察总厅和各报馆里去悬一种赏格，又走到各处出租小马车的公司，总而言之，凡是有一线希望的地方都走了一个遍。
她对着这种骇人的大祸，在惊愕状态中间整整地等了一天。
骆塞尔在傍晚的时候带着瘦削灰白的脸回来了；他一点什么也没有发现过。
“应当，”他说，“写信给你那个女朋友说你弄断了那串项链的搭钩，现在正叫人在那里修理。这样我们就可以有周转的时间。”
她在他的口授之下写了这封信。
一星期以后，他们任何希望都消失了。并且骆塞尔像是老了五年，高声说道：
“现在应当设法去赔这件宝贝了。”
第二天，他们拿了盛那件宝贝的盒子，照着盒子里面的招牌到了珠宝店里，店里的老板查过了许多账簿。
“从前，太太，这串项链不是我店里卖出去的，我只做了这个盒子。”
于是他俩到一家家的首饰店去访问了，寻觅一件和失掉的那件首饰相同的东西，凭着自己的记忆力做参考，他俩因为伤心和忧愁都快要生病了。
他们在故宫街一家小店里找到了一串用金刚钻镶成的念珠，他们觉得正像他们寻觅的那一串。它值得四万金法郎。店里可以作三万六千让给他俩。
他们所以央求那小店的老板在三天之内不要卖掉这东西。并且另外说好了条件：倘若原有的那串在二月底以前找回来，店里就用三万四千金当郎收买这串回去。
骆塞尔本存着他父亲从前留给他的一万八千金法郎。剩下的数目就得去借了。
他动手借钱了，向这一个借一千金法郎，向那个借五百，向这里借五枚鲁意金元，向另一处又借三枚。他签了许多借据，订了许多破产性的契约，和那些盘剥重利的人，各种不同国籍的放款人打交道。他损害了自己后半生的前程，他不顾成败利钝冒险地签上了自己的名姓，并且，想到了将来的苦恼，想到了就会压在身上的黑暗贫穷，想到了整个物质上的匮乏和全部精神上的折磨造成的远景，他感到恐怖了，终于走到那个珠宝商人的柜台边放下了三万六千金法郎，取了那串新项链。
在骆塞尔太太把首饰还给伏来士洁太太的时候，这一位用一种不高兴的神情向她说：
“你应当早点儿还给我，因为我也许要用它。”
她当时并没有打开那只盒子，这正是她的女朋友担忧的事。倘若看破了这件代替品，她将要怎样想？她难道不会把她当做一个贼？
骆塞尔太太尝到了穷人的困窘生活了。此外，突然一下用英雄气概打定了主意，那笔骇人的债是必须偿还的。她预备偿还它。他们辞退了女佣；搬了家；租了某处屋顶底下的一间阁楼下。
她开始做种种家务上的粗硬工作了，厨房里可厌的日常任务了。她洗濯杯盘碗碟，在罐子锅子的油垢底子上磨坏了那些玫瑰色的手指头。内衣和抹布都由她亲自用肥皂洗濯再晾到绳子上；每天早起，她搬运垃圾下楼，再把水提到楼上，每逢走完一层楼，就得坐在楼梯上喘口气。并且穿着得像是一个平民妇人了，她挽着篮子走到蔬菜店里、杂货店里和肉店里去讲价钱，去挨骂，极力一个铜元一个铜元地去防护她那点儿可怜的零钱。
每月都要收回好些借据，一面另外立几张新的去展缓日期。
她丈夫在傍晚的时候替一个商人誊清账目，时常到了深夜，他还得抄录那种五个铜元一面的书。
末后，这种生活延长到十年之久。
十年之末，他俩居然还清了全部债务，连同高利贷者的利钱以及由利上加利滚成的数目。
骆塞尔太太像是老了。现在，她已经变成了贫苦人家的强健粗硬而且耐苦的妇人了。乱挽着头发，歪歪地系着裙子，露着一双发红的手，高声说话，大盆水洗地板。但是有时候她丈夫到办公室里去了，她独自坐在窗前，于是就回想从前的那个晚会，那个跳舞会，在那里，她当时是那样美貌，那样快活。
倘若当时没有失掉那件首饰，她现在会走到什么样的境界？谁知道？谁知道？人生真是古怪，真是变化无常啊。无论是害您或者救您，只消一点点小事。
然而，某一个星期日，她正走到香榭丽舍大街兜个圈子去调剂一周之中的日常劳作，这时候忽然看见了一个带着孩子散步的妇人。那就是伏来士洁太太，她始终是年轻的，始终是美貌的，始终是有诱惑力的。
骆塞尔太太非常激动。要不要去和她攀谈？对的，当然。并且自己现在已经还清了债务，可以彻底告诉她。为什么不？她走近前去了。
“早安，约翰妮。”
那一位竟一点儿也不认识她了，以为自己被这个平民妇人这样亲热地叫唤是件怪事，她支支吾吾地说：
“不过……这位太太！……我不知道……大概应当是您弄错了。
“没有错。我是玛蒂尔德·骆塞尔呀。”
她那个女朋友狂叫了一声：
“噢！……可怜的玛蒂尔德，你真变了样子！……”
“对呀，我过了许多很艰苦的日子，自从我上一次见过你以后；并且种种苦楚都是为了你！……”
“为了我……这是怎样一回事？”
“从前，你不是借了一串金刚钻项链给我到部里参加晚会，现在，你可还记得？”
“记得，怎样呢？”
“怎样，我丢了那串东西。”
“哪儿的话，你早已还给我了。”
“我从前还给你的是另外一串完全相同的。到现在，我们花了十年工夫才付清它的代价。像我们什么也没有的人，你明白这件事是不容易的……现在算是还清了帐，我是结结实实满意的了。”
伏来士洁太太停住了脚步：
“你可是说从前买了一串金刚钻项链来赔偿我的那一串？”
“对呀，你从前简直没有看出来，是吗？那两串东西原是完全相同的。”
说完，她用一阵自负而又天真的快乐神气微笑了。
伏来士洁太太很受感动了，抓住了她两只手：
“唉。可怜的玛蒂尔德，不过我那一串本是假的，顶多值得五百金法郎！……”
莫柏桑《项链》的原文
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莫泊桑《项链》的结局是什么？
感到那双红肿的手明显抽搐了一下，忽然变得冰冷。\x0d\x0a"噢，我可怜的玛蒂尔德，你没事吧。"\x0d\x0a那张惨白的脸上凝固着痛苦的表情，颤抖的双唇已经失去了表达的能力。\x0d\x0a"我也不愿相信这是真的，玛蒂尔德，你还我的那挂项链和原来的一模一样。我的上帝！需不需要送你回家……"\x0d\x0a玛蒂尔德已经听不见什么了，跌跌撞撞地跑回那间破旧的阁楼，一言不发，她不知道也不需要再表达什么。一切都失去了，十年来她从未这样脆弱而惶恐。几个小时以前，玛蒂尔德还满足地以为那串丢失的项链，那些借来的钱……一切的一切都还清了。而现在，一切都失去了，却什么也找不回来。于是她拼命地找，忽然想到了那条裙子，十年来她不敢奢望任何华贵美丽，再没碰那条裙子却始终不舍得当掉。玛蒂尔德小心翼翼把它从箱底捧出来，可惜现在粗圆的腰围已经穿不进去了，镜中的她是那样苍老，一双通红的手和粗糙黝黑的皮肤与裙子华美的颜色极为不配，她苦笑了一下，命运的差错让她的美貌降生于职员家庭，又是命运的差错剥夺了她一切美丽，骄傲，虚荣的权利。\x0d\x0a想着，听到沉闷的敲门声，丈夫回来了。玛蒂尔德舒展一下愁苦的表情，她已经决定不告诉丈夫，告诉又怎么样呢，可怜的路瓦栽！他们还是要活下去。玛蒂尔德忽然舒服了许多，她已经习惯于命运的摆布了，或许某一天命运的差错会让他们过得好一点，或许……玛蒂尔德想着，飞快地拾起那条裙子，塞进带锁的箱子，忽然"当啷"一声，玛蒂尔德认出掉在地上的，是那条价值五百法郎的项链……\x0d\x0a\x0d\x0a还是说两句吧，很早以前就读过《项链》，一直不忍想它的结局，这对玛蒂尔德太残忍了，她为那一点女人的虚荣已经被折磨了十年，我们续写什么？她的痛苦吗，可能莫泊桑也没想过如何写下去。今天还是胡乱凑了这篇邓莹晶式的非自然主义的结局，发现这个故事不可能划上句号，除非设想玛蒂尔德死了。
莫泊桑短篇小说《项链》
《项链》写的是一个小公务员的妻子玛蒂尔德以十年的含辛茹苦去赔偿一条借来的假项链的悲剧故事。作者对女主人公虽有美好的姿色却无力打扮自己的无奈处境表示遗憾；对她为一条假项链差不多葬送自己及其丈夫一生的不幸遭遇表示同情和惋惜；对她和她丈夫偿还项链的诚实品德和奋斗精神进行了肯定。小说也对女主人公的虚荣心进行了批评。同时，对贵族阶级的穷奢极欲和不惜弄虚作假的生活方式作了抨击和暴露。
传统的看法是，这篇小说尖锐地讽刺了小资产阶级虚荣心和追求享乐的思想，出乎意料的结尾加深了这种讽刺，又带有一丝酸楚的感叹──其中有对玛蒂尔德的同情。小说最后写到十年艰辛不过是为了一件赝品，这又是对她的辛辣的讽刺。
玛蒂尔德的虚荣心不是一种个别的现象，而是阶级社会的产物，有一定的典型性。《项链》嘲讽了阶级社会这种追求虚荣的可鄙风气，而且帮助我们去认识产生这种风气的社会原因。
作者无意（我们读者也应该如此）对人物作明确的价值判断；他所感兴趣的，或者说发生在人物身上的这种戏剧性的变化引起心灵震撼与深思的，是人自身对于这种变化的无能为力。
小人物面对金钱很无奈，而对人格却有不懈追求，《项链》为我们塑造的是十九世纪法国文学画廊中追求人的自尊和人的尊严的女性，十年时间的星移斗转，玛蒂尔德的美丽丰韵被粗壮耐劳所代替，但她追求人的自尊和守护人的尊严的生活目标一直是明确的，她积极进取的思想一直是美好、可爱的──尽管她身上也有过度追求奢华生活的烙印。但在金钱至上的社会中，追求人格尊严是要付出
项链的搭钩，现在正叫人在那
里修理。这样我们就可以有周转的时间。”
她在他的口授之下写了这封信。
一星期以后，他们任何希望都消失了。并且骆塞尔像是老了五年，高声说道：
“现在应当设法去赔这件宝贝了。”
第二天，他们拿了盛那件宝贝的盒子，照着盒子里面的招牌到了珠宝店里，店里的老板
查过了许多账簿。
“从前，太太，这串项链不是我店里卖出去的，我只做了这个盒子。”
于是他俩到一家家的首饰店去访问了，寻觅一件和失掉的那件首饰相同的东西，凭着自
己的记忆力做参考，他俩因为伤心和忧愁都快要生病了。
他们在故宫街一家小店里找到了一串用金刚钻镶成的念珠，他们觉得正像他们寻觅的那
一串。它值得四万金法郎。店里可以作三万六千让给他俩。
他们所以央求那小店的老板在三天之内不要卖掉这东西。并且另外说好了条件：倘若原
有的那串在二月底以前找回来，店里就用三万四千金当郎收买这串回去。
骆塞尔本存着他父亲从前留给他的一万八千金法郎。剩下的数目就得去借了。
他动手借钱了，向这一个借一千金法郎，向那个借五百，向这里借五枚鲁意金元，向另
一处又借三枚。他签了许多借据，订了许多破产性的契约，和那些盘剥重利的人，各种不同
国籍的放款人打交道。他损害了自己后半生的前程，他不顾成败利钝冒险地签上了自己的名
姓，并且，想到了将来的苦恼，想到了就会压在身上的黑暗贫穷，想到了整个物质上的匮乏
和全部精神上的折磨造成的远景，他感到恐怖了，终于走到那个珠宝商人的柜台边放下了三
万六千金法郎，取了那串新项链。
在骆塞尔太太把首饰还给伏来士洁太太的时候，这一位用一种不高兴的神情向她说：
“你应当早点儿还给我，因为我也许要用它。”
她当时并没有打开那只盒子，这正是她的女朋友担忧的事。倘若看破了这件代替品，她
将要怎样想？她难道不会把她当做一个贼？
骆塞尔太太尝到了穷人的困窘生活了。此外，突然一下用英雄气概打定了主意，那笔骇
人的债是必须偿还的。她预备偿还它。他们辞退了女佣；搬了家；租了某处屋顶底下的一间
阁楼下。
她开始做种种家务上的粗硬工作了，厨房里可厌的日常任务了。她洗濯杯盘碗碟，在罐
子锅子的油垢底子上磨坏了那些玫瑰色的手指头。内衣和抹布都由她亲自用肥皂洗濯再晾到
绳子上；每天早起，她搬运垃圾下楼，再把水提到楼上，每逢走完一层楼，就得坐在楼梯上
喘口气。并且穿着得像是一个平民妇人了，她挽着篮子走到蔬菜店里、杂货店里和肉店里去
讲价钱，去挨骂，极力一个铜元一个铜元地去防护她那点儿可怜的零钱。
每月都要收回好些借据，一面另外立几张新的去展缓日期。
她丈夫在傍晚的时候替一个商人誊清账目，时常到了深夜，他还得抄录那种五个铜元一
面的书。
末后，这种生活延长到十年之久。
十年之末，他俩居然还清了全部债务，连同高利贷者的利钱以及由利上加利滚成的数
目。
骆塞尔太太像是老了。现在，她已经变成了贫苦人家的强健粗硬而且耐苦的妇人了。乱
挽着头发，歪歪地系着裙子，露着一双发红的手，高声说话，大盆水洗地板。但是有时候她
丈夫到办公室里去了，她独自坐在窗前，于是就回想从前的那个晚会，那个跳舞会，在那
里，她当时是那样美貌，那样快活。
倘若当时没有失掉那件首饰，她现在会走到什么样的境界？谁知道？谁知道？人生真是
古怪，真是变化无常啊。无论是害您或者救您，只消一点点小事。
然而，某一个星期日，她正走到香榭丽舍大街兜个圈子去调剂一周之中的日常劳作，这
时候忽然看见了一个带着孩子散步的妇人。那就是伏来士洁太太，她始终是年轻的，始终是
美貌的，始终是有诱惑力的。
骆塞尔太太非常激动。要不要去和她攀谈？对的，当然。并且自己现在已经还清了债
务，可以彻底告诉她。为什么不？她走近前去了。
“早安，约翰妮。”
那一位竟一点儿也不认识她了，以为自己被这个平民妇人这样亲热地叫唤是件怪事，她
支支吾吾地说：
“不过……这位太太！……我不知道……大概应当是您弄错了。
“没有错。我是玛蒂尔德·骆塞尔呀。”
她那个女朋友狂叫了一声：
“噢！……可怜的玛蒂尔德，你真变了样子！……”
“对呀，我过了许多很艰苦的日子，自从我上一次见过你以后；并且种种苦楚都是为了
你！……”
“为了我……这是怎样一回事？”
“从前，你不是借了一串金刚钻项链给我到部里参加晚会，现在，你可还记得？”
“记得，怎样呢？”
“怎样，我丢了那串东西。”
“哪儿的话，你早已还给我了。”
“我从前还给你的是另外一串完全相同的。到现在，我们花了十年工夫才付清它的代
价。像我们什么也没有的人，你明白这件事是不容易的……现在算是还清了帐，我是结结实
实满意的了。”
伏来士洁太太停住了脚步：
“你可是说从前买了一串金刚钻项链来赔偿我的那一串？”
“对呀，你从前简直没有看出来，是吗？那两串东西原是完全相同的。”
说完，她用一阵自负而又天真的快乐神气微笑了。
伏来士洁太太很受感动了，抓住了她两只手：
“唉。可怜的玛蒂尔德，不过我那一串本是假的，顶多值得五百金法郎！……”
急需莫泊桑《项链》英语全文
SHE was one of those pretty and charming girls, born by a blunder of destiny in a family of employees. She had no dowry, no expectations, no means of being known, understood, loved, married by a man rich and distinguished; and she let them make a match for her with a little clerk in the Department of Education.
She was simple since she could not be adorned; but she was unhappy as though kept out of her own class; for women have no caste and no descent, their beauty, their grace, and their charm serving them instead of birth and fortune. Their native keenness, their instinctive elegance, their flexibility of mind, are their only hierarchy; and these make the daughters of the people the equals of the most lofty dames. 2
She suffered intensely, feeling herself born for every delicacy and every luxury. She suffered from the poverty of her dwelling, from the worn walls, the abraded chairs, the ugliness of the stuffs. All these things, which another woman of her caste would not even have noticed, tortured her and made her indignant. The sight of the little girl from Brittany who did her humble housework awoke in her desolated regrets and distracted dreams. She let her mind dwell on the quiet vestibules, hung with Oriental tapestries, lighted by tall lamps of bronze, and on the two tall footmen in knee breeches who dozed in the large armchairs, made drowsy by the heat of the furnace. She let her mind dwell on the large parlors, decked with old silk, with their delicate furniture, supporting precious bric-a-brac, and on the coquettish little rooms, perfumed, prepared for the five o’clock chat with the most intimate friends, men well known and sought after, whose attentions all women envied and desired.
When she sat down to dine, before a tablecloth three days old, in front of her husband, who lifted the cover of the tureen, declaring with an air of satisfaction, “Ah, the good pot-au-feu. I don’t know anything better than that,” she was thinking of delicate repasts, with glittering silver, with tapestries peopling the walls with ancient figures and with strange birds in a fairy-like forest; she was thinking of exquisite dishes, served in marvelous platters, of compliment whispered and heard with a sphinx-like smile, while she was eating the rosy flesh of a trout or the wings of a quail.
She had no dresses, no jewelry, nothing. And she loved nothing else; she felt herself made for that only. She would so much have liked to please, to be envied, to be seductive and sought after.
She had a rich friend, a comrade of her convent days, whom she did not want to go and see any more, so much did she suffer as she came away. And she wept all day long, from chagrin, from regret, from despair, and from distress.
But one evening her husband came in with a proud air, holding in his hand a large envelope.
“There,” said he, “there’s something for you.”
She quickly tore the paper and took out of it a printed card which bore these words:
“The Minister of Education and Mme. Georges Rampouneau beg M. and Mme. Loisel to do them the honor to pass the evening with them at the palace of the Ministry, on Monday, January .”
Instead of being delighted, as her husband hoped, she threw the invitation on the table with annoyance, murmuring
“What do you want me to do with that?”
“But, my dear, I thought you would be pleased. You never go out, and here’s a chance, a fine one. I had the hardest work to get it. Everybody is after them; they are greatly sought for and not many are given to the clerks. You will see there all the official world.”
She looked at him with an irritated eye and she declared with impatience:
“What do you want me to put on my back to go there?”
He had not thought of that; he hesitated:
“But the dress in which you go to the theater. That looks very well to me”
He shut up, astonished and distracted at seeing that his wife was weeping. Two big tears were descending slowly from the corners of the eyes to the corners of the mouth. He stuttered:
What’s the matter? What’s the matter?”
But by a violent effort she had conquered her trouble, and she replied in a calm voice as she wiped her damp cheeks:
“Nothing. Only I have no clothes, and in consequence I cannot go to this party. Give your card to some colleague whose wife has a better outfit than I.”
He was disconsolate. He began again:
“See here, Mathilde, how much would this cost, a proper dress, which would do on other occasions; something very simple?”
She reflected a few seconds, going over her calculations, and thinking also of the sum which she might ask without meeting an immediate refusal and a frightened exclamation from the frugal clerk.
“At last, she answered hesitatingly:
“I don’t know exactly, but it seems to me that with four hundred francs I might do it.”
He grew a little pale, for he was reserving just that sum to buy a gun and treat himself to a little shooting, the next summer, on the plain of Nanterre, with some friends who used to shoot larks there on Sundays.
But he said:
“All right. I will give you four hundred francs. But take care to have a pretty dress.”
The day of the party drew near, and Mme. Loisel seemed sad, restless, anxious. Yet her dress was ready. One evening her husband said to her:
“What’s the matter? Come, now, you have been quite queer these last three days.”
And she answered:
“It annoys me not to have a jewel, not a single stone, to put on. I shall look like distress. I would almost rather not go to this party.”
He answered:
“You will wear some natural flowers. They are very stylish this time of the year. For ten francs you will have two or three magnificent roses.”
But she was not convinced.
“No; there’s nothing more humiliating than to look poor among a lot of rich women.”
But her husband cried:
“What a goose you are! Go find your friend, Mme. Forester, and ask her to lend you some jewelry. You know her well enough to do that.”
She gave a cry of joy
“That’s true. I had not thought of it.”
The next day she went to her friend’s and told her about her distress.
Me. Forester went to her mirrored wardrobe, took out a large casket, brought it, opened it, and said to Mme. Loisel:
莫泊桑 《项链》的缩写 要求必须是400——500字之间的
玛第尔德是很美丽的姑娘,却嫁给了一个穷职员,日子很艰苦,她很不满足.一天,丈夫给她争取了一个参加大舞会的机会,她因没首饰带便向自己的有钱朋友——伏来士洁太太借了一条金刚钻项链.
那晚她很风光.但在回来的路上,她弄丢了项链.
她于是借债买了一条差不多的昂贵的项链还给了朋友.
从此,她每日辛勤的工作,用十年的时间还清了欠款,也同时葬送了他那宝贵的青春.
她却苍老了.
最终,在她再一次碰到她的朋友时,得知了关于项链的真相:"当初借的是条假项链!顶多才值五百金法郎.”
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玛蒂尔德是一个美丽动人的姑娘.也许是命运的差错,却生在一个小职员的家里,并且只得跟教育部的一个小书记员结婚.她向往豪华,追求舒适.然而,无论是饮食起居,还是衣着穿戴,都使她十分苦恼.一天傍晚,她丈夫带回了教育部长及夫人的请柬,恭请她与她丈夫于1月18日参加在教育礼堂举行的夜会.这使她感到十分为难.丈夫问她因何不悦,她说是没有礼服,难以在夜会上露面,他丈夫无奈,只得同意将预备买猎枪的钱给她买件衣服.她的脸色才由多云转晴 夜会日期渐近,长裙虽然做好,但她又为没有高档首饰而焦急不安.最后向佛来思夫人借项链的办法.当她在镜中看到自己风采时,竟高兴得跳起来.夜会上,她光彩照人,鹤立鸡群,使所有男宾为之倾倒.她狂热地,兴奋地跳舞,简直有点忘乎所以,因为她感到从未有的荣耀和满足.直至早晨4点钟才匆匆回家.回到家里,她还想再目睹自己的风采.然而镜中的她,脖子上已不见了那条项链,顿时使她感到无雷轰顶.她丈夫四处寻找也未见踪影,只得向佛来思夫人说钻石项链的搭钩坏了,正在修理,暗自向人借钱.在还项链时,佛来思夫人责怪她为何不早一点还她,生气地连盒子也没打开便放进了柜子里.为了还这笔可怕的债务,玛蒂尔德辞女工,住阁楼,包家务,购物时还讨价还价,全然不顾别人的嘲骂.经历10年,终于还清了债务.一个星期后,她在公园见到了佛来思夫人.她的苍老,使佛来思夫人简直不敢相认.当佛来思夫人问清原因时,感动的告诉她,他那条项链是假的 .
求莫泊桑《项链》 英文原版（急用）！！！
Necklace
The girl was one of those pretty and charming young creatures who sometimes are born, as if by a slip of fate, into a family of clerks. She had no dowry, no expectations, no way of being known, understood, loved, married by any rich and distinguished man; so she let herself be married to a little clerk of the Ministry of Public Instruction.
She dressed plainly because she could not dress well, but she was unhappy as if she had really fallen from a higher station; since with women there is neither caste nor rank, for beauty, grace and charm take the place of family and birth. Natural ingenuity, instinct for what is elegant, a supple mind are their sole hierarchy, and often make of women of the people the equals of the very greatest ladies.
Mathilde suffered ceaselessly, feeling herself born to enjoy all delicacies and all luxuries. She was distressed at the poverty of her dwelling, at the bareness of the walls, at the shabby chairs, the ugliness of the curtains. All those things, of which another woman of her rank would never even have been conscious, tortured her and made her angry. The sight of the little Breton peasant who did her humble housework aroused in her despairing regrets and bewildering dreams. She thought of silent antechambers hung with Oriental tapestry, illumined by tall bronze candelabra, and of two great footmen in knee breeches who sleep in the big armchairs, made drowsy by the oppressive heat of the stove. She thought of long reception halls hung with ancient silk, of the dainty cabinets containing priceless curiosities and of the little coquettish perfumed reception rooms made for chatting at five o'clock with intimate friends, with men famous and sought after, whom all women envy and whose attention they all desire.
When she sat down to dinner, before the round table covered with a tablecloth in use three days, opposite her husband, who uncovered the soup tureen and declared with a delighted air, "Ah, the good soup! I don't know anything better than that," she thought of dainty dinners, of shining silverware, of tapestry that peopled the walls with ancient personages and with strange birds flying in the midst of a fairy forest; and she thought of delicious dishes served on marvellous plates and of the whispered gallantries to which you listen with a sphinxlike smile while you are eating the pink meat of a trout or the wings of a quail.
She had no gowns, no jewels, nothing. And she loved nothing but that. She felt made for that. She would have liked so much to please, to be envied, to be charming, to be sought after.
She had a friend, a former schoolmate at the convent, who was rich, and whom she did not like to go to see any more because she felt so sad when she came home.
But one evening her husband reached home with a triumphant air and holding a large envelope in his hand.
"There," said he, "there is something for you."
She tore the paper quickly and drew out a printed card which bore these words:
The Minister of Public Instruction and Madame Georges Ramponneau
request the honor of M. and Madame Loisel's company at the palace of
the Ministry on Monday evening, January 18th.
Instead of being delighted, as her husband had hoped, she threw the invitation on the table crossly, muttering:
"What do you wish me to do with that?"
"Why, my dear, I thought you would be glad. You never go out, and this is such a fine opportunity. I had great trouble to get it. Every one wants to go; it is very select, and they are not giving many invitations to clerks. The whole official world will be there."
She looked at him with an irritated glance and said impatiently:
"And what do you wish me to put on my back?"
He had not thought of that. He stammered:
"Why, the gown you go to the theatre in. It looks very well to me."
He stopped, distracted, seeing that his wife was weeping. Two great tears ran slowly from the corners of her eyes toward the corners of her mouth.
"What's the matter? What's the matter?" he answered.
By a violent effort she conquered her grief and replied in a calm voice, while she wiped her wet cheeks:
"Nothing. Only I have no gown, and, therefore, I can't go to this ball. Give your card to some colleague whose wife is better equipped than I am."
He was in despair. He resumed:
"Come, let us see, Mathilde. How much would it cost, a suitable gown, which you could use on other occasions--something very simple?"
She reflected several seconds, making her calculations and wondering also what sum she could ask without drawing on herself an immediate refusal and a frightened exclamation from the economical clerk.
Finally she replied hesitating:
"I don't know exactly, but I think I could manage it with four hundred francs."
He grew a little pale, because he was laying aside just that amount to buy a gun and treat himself to a little shooting next summer on the plain of Nanterre, with several friends who went to shoot larks there of a Sunday.
But he said:
"Very well. I will give you four hundred francs. And try to have a pretty gown."
The day of the ball drew near and Madame Loisel seemed sad, uneasy, anxious. Her frock was ready, however. Her husband said to her one evening:
"What is the matter? Come, you have seemed very queer these last three days."
And she answered:
"It annoys me not to have a single piece of jewelry, not a single ornament, nothing to put on. I shall look poverty-stricken. I would almost rather not go at all."
"You might wear natural flowers," said her husband. "They're very stylish at this time of year. For ten francs you can get two or three magnificent roses."
She was not convinced.
"No; there's nothing more humiliating than to look poor among other women who are rich."
"How stupid you are!" her husband cried. "Go look up your friend, Madame Forestier, and ask her to lend you some jewels. You're intimate enough with her to do that."
She uttered a cry of joy:
"True! I never thought of it."
The next day she went to her friend and told her of her distress.
Madame Forestier went to a wardrobe with a mirror, took out a large jewel box, brought it back, opened it and said to Madame Loisel:
"Choose, my dear."
She saw first some bracelets, then a pearl necklace, then a Venetian gold cross set with precious stones, of admirable workmanship. She tried on the ornaments before the mirror, hesitated and could not make up her mind to part with them, to give them back. She kept asking:
"Haven't you any more?"
"Why, yes. Look further; I don't know what you like."
Suddenly she discovered, in a black satin box, a superb diamond necklace, and her heart throbbed with an immoderate desire. Her hands trembled as she took it. She fastened it round her throat, outside her high-necked waist, and was lost in ecstasy at her reflection in the mirror.
Then she asked, hesitating, filled with anxious doubt:
"Will you lend me this, only this?"
"Why, yes, certainly."
She threw her arms round her friend's neck, kissed her passionately, then fled with her treasure.
The night of the ball arrived. Madame Loisel was a great success. She was prettier than any other woman present, elegant, graceful, smiling and wild with joy. All the men looked at her, asked her name, sought to be introduced. All the attaches of the Cabinet wished to waltz with her. She was remarked by the minister himself.
She danced with rapture, with passion, intoxicated by pleasure, forgetting all in the triumph of her beauty, in the glory of her success, in a sort of cloud of happiness comprised of all this homage, admiration, these awakened desires and of that sense of triumph which is so sweet to woman's heart.
She left the ball about four o'clock in the morning. Her husband had been sleeping since midnight in a little deserted anteroom with three other gentlemen whose wives were enjoying the ball.
He threw over her shoulders the wraps he had brought, the modest wraps of common life, the poverty of which contrasted with the elegance of the ball dress. She felt this and wished to escape so as not to be remarked by the other women, who were enveloping themselves in costly furs.
Loisel held her back, saying: "Wait a bit. You will catch cold outside. I will call a cab."
But she did not listen to him and rapidly descended the stairs. When they reached the street they could not find a carriage and began to look for one, shouting after the cabmen passing at a distance.
They went toward the Seine in despair, shivering with cold. At last they found on the quay one of those ancient night cabs which, as though they were ashamed to show their shabbiness during the day, are never seen round Paris until after dark.
It took them to their dwelling in the Rue des Martyrs, and sadly they mounted the stairs to their flat. All was ended for her. As to him, he reflected that he must be at the ministry at ten o'clock that morning.
She removed her wraps before the glass so as to see herself once more in all her glory. But suddenly she uttered a cry. She no longer had the necklace around her neck!
"What is the matter with you?" demanded her husband, already half undressed.
She turned distractedly toward him.
"I have--I have--I've lost Madame Forestier's necklace," she cried.
He stood up, bewildered.
"What!--how? Impossible!"
They looked among the folds of her skirt, of her cloak, in her pockets, everywhere, but did not find it.
"You're sure you had it on when you left the ball?" he asked.
"Yes, I felt it in the vestibule of the minister's house."
"But if you had lost it in the street we should have heard it fall. It must be in the cab."
"Yes, probably. Did you take his number?"
"No. And you--didn't you notice it?"
"No."
They looked, thunderstruck, at each other. At last Loisel put on his clothes.
"I shall go back on foot," said he, "over the whole route, to see whether I can find it."
He went out. She sat waiting on a chair in her ball dress, without strength to go to bed, overwhelmed, without any fire, without a thought.
Her husband returned about seven o'clock. He had found nothing.
He went to police headquarters, to the newspaper offices to offer a reward; he went to the cab companies--everywhere, in fact, whither he was urged by the least spark of hope.
She waited all day, in the same condition of mad fear before this terrible calamity.
Loisel returned at night with a hollow, pale face. He had discovered nothing.
"You must write to your friend," said he, "that you have broken the clasp of her necklace and that you are having it mended. That will give us time to turn round."
She wrote at his dictation.
At the end of a week they had lost all hope. Loisel, who had aged five years, declared:
"We must consider how to replace that ornament."
The next day they took the box that had contained it and went to the jeweler whose name was found within. He consulted his books.
"It was not I, madame, who sold that necklace; I must simply have furnished the case."
Then they went from jeweler to jeweler, searching for a necklace like the other, trying to recall it, both sick with chagrin and grief.
They found, in a shop at the Palais Royal, a string of diamonds that seemed to them exactly like the one they had lost. It was worth forty thousand francs. They could have it for thirty-six.
So they begged the jeweler not to sell it for three days yet. And they made a bargain that he should buy it back for thirty-four thousand francs, in case they should find the lost necklace before the end of February.
Loisel possessed eighteen thousand francs which his father had left him. He would borrow the rest.
He did borrow, asking a thousand francs of one, five hundred of another, five louis here, three louis there. He gave notes, took up ruinous obligations, dealt with usurers and all the race of lenders. He compromised all the rest of his life, risked signing a note without even knowing whether he could meet it; and, frightened by the trouble yet to come, by the black misery that was about to fall upon him, by the prospect of all the physical privations and moral tortures that he was to suffer, he went to get the new necklace, laying upon the jeweler's counter thirty-six thousand francs.
When Madame Loisel took back the necklace Madame Forestier said to her with a chilly manner:
"You should have returned it sooner; I might have needed it."
She did not open the case, as her friend had so much feared. If she had detected the substitution, what would she have thought, what would she have said? Would she not have taken Madame Loisel for a thief?
Thereafter Madame Loisel knew the horrible existence of the needy. She bore her part, however, with sudden heroism. That dreadful debt must be paid. She would pay it. They dismissed their servant; they changed their lodgings; they rented a garret under the roof.
She came to know what heavy housework meant and the odious cares of the kitchen. She washed the dishes, using her dainty fingers and rosy nails on greasy pots and pans. She washed the soiled linen, the shirts and the dishcloths, which she dried upon a line; she carried the slops down to the street every morning and carried up the water, stopping for breath at every landing. And dressed like a woman of the people, she went to the fruiterer, the grocer, the butcher, a basket on her arm, bargaining, meeting with impertinence, defending her miserable money, sou by sou.
Every month they had to meet some notes, renew others, obtain more time.
Her husband worked evenings, making up a tradesman's accounts, and late at night he often copied manuscript for five sous a page.
This life lasted ten years.
At the end of ten years they had paid everything, everything, with the rates of usury and the accumulations of the compound interest.
Madame Loisel looked old now. She had become the woman of impoverished households--strong and hard and rough. With frowsy hair, skirts askew and red hands, she talked loud while washing the floor with great swishes of water. But sometimes, when her husband was at the office, she sat down near the window and she thought of that gay evening of long ago, of that ball where she had been so beautiful and so admired.
What would have happened if she had not lost that necklace? Who knows? who knows? How strange and changeful is life! How small a thing is needed to make or ruin us!
But one Sunday, having gone to take a walk in the Champs Elysees to refresh herself after the labors of the week, she suddenly perceived a woman who was leading a child. It was Madame Forestier, still young, still beautiful, still charming.
Madame Loisel felt moved. Should she speak to her? Yes, certainly. And now that she had paid, she would tell her all about it. Why not?
She went up.
"Good-day, Jeanne."
The other, astonished to be familiarly addressed by this plain good-wife, did not recognize her at all and stammered:
"But--madame!--I do not know--You must have mistaken."
"No. I am Mathilde Loisel."
Her friend uttered a cry.
"Oh, my poor Mathilde! How you are changed!"
"Yes, I have had a pretty hard life, since I last saw you, and great poverty--and that because of you!"
"Of me! How so?"
"Do you remember that diamond necklace you lent me to wear at the ministerial ball?"
"Yes. Well?"
"Well, I lost it."
"What do you mean? You brought it back."
"I brought you back another exactly like it. And it has taken us ten years to pay for it. You can understand that it was not easy for us, for us who had nothing. At last it is ended, and I am very glad."
Madame Forestier had stopped.
"You say that you bought a necklace of diamonds to replace mine?"
"Yes. You never noticed it, then! They were very similar."
And she smiled with a joy that was at once proud and ingenuous.
Madame Forestier, deeply moved, took her hands.
"Oh, my poor Mathilde! Why, my necklace was paste! It was worth at most only five hundred francs!"
莫泊桑项链对白
The Necklace
She was one of those pretty and charming girls born, as though fate had blundered over her, into a family of artisans. She had no marriage portion, no expectations, no means of getting known, understood, loved, and wedded by a man of wealth and distinction; and she let herself be married off to a little clerk in the Ministry of Education. Her tastes were simple because she had never been able to afford any other, but she was as unhappy as though she had married beneath her; for women have no caste or class, their beauty, grace, and charm serving them for birth or family, their natural delicacy, their instinctive elegance, their nimbleness of wit, are their only mark of rank, and put the slum girl on a level with the highest lady in the land.
She suffered endlessly, feeling herself born for every delicacy and luxury. She suffered from the poorness of her house, from its mean walls, worn chairs, and ugly curtains. All these things, of which other women of her class would not even have been aware, tormented and insulted her. The sight of the little Breton girl who came to do the work in her little house aroused heart-broken regrets and hopeless dreams in her mind. She imagined silent antechambers, heavy with Oriental tapestries, lit by torches in lofty bronze sockets, with two tall footmen in knee-breeches sleeping in large arm-chairs, overcome by the heavy warmth of the stove. She imagined vast saloons hung with antique silks, exquisite pieces of furniture supporting priceless ornaments, and small, charming, perfumed rooms, created just for little parties of intimate friends, men who were famous and sought after, whose homage roused every other woman's envious longings.
When she sat down for dinner at the round table covered with a three-days-old cloth, opposite her husband, who took the cover off the soup-tureen, exclaiming delightedly: "Aha! Scotch broth! What could be better?" she imagined delicate meals, gleaming silver, tapestries peopling the walls with folk of a past age and strange birds in faery forests; she imagined delicate food served in marvellous dishes, murmured gallantries, listened to with an inscrutable smile as one trifled with the rosy flesh of trout or wings of asparagus chicken.
She had no clothes, no jewels, nothing. And these were the only things she loved; she felt that she was made for them. She had longed so eagerly to charm, to be desired, to be wildly attractive and sought after.
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She had a rich friend, an old school friend whom she refused to visit, because she suffered so keenly when she returned home. She would weep whole days, with grief, regret, despair, and misery.
*
One evening her husband came home with an exultant air, holding a large envelope in his hand.
"Here's something for you," he said.
Swiftly she tore the paper and drew out a printed card on which were these words:
"The Minister of Education and Madame Ramponneau request the pleasure of the company of Monsieur and Madame Loisel at the Ministry on the evening of Monday, January the 18th."
Instead of being delighted, as her husband hoped, she flung the invitation petulantly across the table, murmuring:
"What do you want me to do with this?"
"Why, darling, I thought you'd be pleased. You never go out, and this is a great occasion. I had tremendous trouble to get it. Every one wants one; it's very select, and very few go to the clerks. You'll see all the really big people there."
She looked at him out of furious eyes, and said impatiently: "And what do you suppose I am to wear at such an affair?"
He had not thought about it; he stammered:
"Why, the dress you go to the theatre in. It looks very nice, to me . . ."
He stopped, stupefied and utterly at a loss when he saw that his wife was beginning to cry. Two large tears ran slowly down from the corners of her eyes towards the corners of her mouth.
"What's the matter with you? What's the matter with you?" he faltered.
But with a violent effort she overcame her grief and replied in a calm voice, wiping her wet cheeks:
"Nothing. Only I haven't a dress and so I can't go to this party. Give your invitation to some friend of yours whose wife will be turned out better than I shall."
He was heart-broken.
"Look here, Mathilde," he persisted. "What would be the cost of a suitable dress, which you could use on other occasions as well, something very simple?"
She thought for several seconds, reckoning up prices and also wondering for how large a sum she could ask without bringing upon herself an immediate refusal and an exclamation of horror from the careful-minded clerk.
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At last she replied with some hesitation:
"I don't know exactly, but I think I could do it on four hundred francs."
He grew slightly pale, for this was exactly the amount he had been saving for a gun, intending to get a little shooting next summer on the plain of Nanterre with some friends who went lark-shooting there on Sundays.
Nevertheless he said: "Very well. I'll give you four hundred francs. But try and get a really nice dress with the money."
The day of the party drew near, and Madame Loisel seemed sad, uneasy and anxious. Her dress was ready, however. One evening her husband said to her:
"What's the matter with you? You've been very odd for the last three days."
"I'm utterly miserable at not having any jewels, not a single stone, to wear," she replied. "I shall look absolutely no one. I would almost rather not go to the party."
"Wear flowers," he said. "They're very smart at this time of the year. For ten francs you could get two or three gorgeous roses."
She was not convinced.
"No . . . there's nothing so humiliating as looking poor in the middle of a lot of rich women."
"How stupid you are!" exclaimed her husband. "Go and see Madame Forestier and ask her to lend you some jewels. You know her quite well enough for that."
She uttered a cry of delight.
"That's true. I never thought of it."
Next day she went to see her friend and told her her trouble.
Madame Forestier went to her dressing-table, took up a large box, brought it to Madame Loisel, opened it, and said:
"Choose, my dear."
First she saw some bracelets, then a pearl necklace, then a Venetian cross in gold and gems, of exquisite workmanship. She tried the effect of the jewels before the mirror, hesitating, unable to make up her mind to leave them, to give them up. She kept on asking:
"Haven't you anything else?"
"Yes. Look for yourself. I don't know what you would like best."
Suddenly she discovered, in a black satin case, a superb diamond necklace; her heart began to beat covetously. Her hands trembled as she lifted it. She fastened it round her neck, upon her high dress, and remained in ecstasy at sight of herself.
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Then, with hesitation, she asked in anguish:
"Could you lend me this, just this alone?"
"Yes, of course."
She flung herself on her friend's breast, embraced her frenziedly, and went away with her treasure. The day of the party arrived. Madame Loisel was a success. She was the prettiest woman present, elegant, graceful, smiling, and quite above herself with happiness. All the men stared at her, inquired her name, and asked to be introduced to her. All the Under-Secretaries of State were eager to waltz with her. The Minister noticed her.
She danced madly, ecstatically, drunk with pleasure, with no thought for anything, in the triumph of her beauty, in the pride of her success, in a cloud of happiness made up of this universal homage and admiration, of the desires she had aroused, of the completeness of a victory so dear to her feminine heart.
She left about four o'clock in the morning. Since midnight her husband had been dozing in a deserted little room, in company with three other men whose wives were having a good time. He threw over her shoulders the garments he had brought for them to go home in, modest everyday clothes, whose poverty clashed with the beauty of the ball-dress. She was conscious of this and was anxious to hurry away, so that she should not be noticed by the other women putting on their costly furs.
Loisel restrained her.
"Wait a little. You'll catch cold in the open. I'm going to fetch a cab."
But she did not listen to him and rapidly descended the staircase. When they were out in the street they could not find a cab; they began to look for one, shouting at the drivers whom they saw passing in the distance.
They walked down towards the Seine, desperate and shivering. At last they found on the quay one of those old nightprowling carriages which are only to be seen in Paris after dark, as though they were ashamed of their shabbiness in the daylight.
It brought them to their door in the Rue des Martyrs, and sadly they walked up to their own apartment. It was the end, for her. As for him, he was thinking that he must be at the office at ten.
She took off the garments in which she had wrapped her shoulders, so as to see herself in all her glory before the mirror. But suddenly she uttered a cry. The necklace was no longer round her neck!
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"What's the matter with you?" asked her husband, already half undressed.
She turned towards him in the utmost distress.
"I . . . I . . . I've no longer got Madame Forestier's necklace. . . ."
He started with astonishment.
"What! . . . Impossible!"
They searched in the folds of her dress, in the folds of the coat, in the pockets, everywhere. They could not find it.
"Are you sure that you still had it on when you came away from the ball?" he asked.
"Yes, I touched it in the hall at the Ministry."
"But if you had lost it in the street, we should have heard it fall."
"Yes. Probably we should. Did you take the number of the cab?"
"No. You didn't notice it, did you?"
"No."
They stared at one another, dumbfounded. At last Loisel put on his clothes again.
"I'll go over all the ground we walked," he said, "and see if I can't find it."
And he went out. She remained in her evening clothes, lacking strength to get into bed, huddled on a chair, without volition or power of thought.
Her husband returned about seven. He had found nothing.
He went to the police station, to the newspapers, to offer a reward, to the cab companies, everywhere that a ray of hope impelled him.
She waited all day long, in the same state of bewilderment at this fearful catastrophe.
Loisel came home at night, his face lined and pale; he had discovered nothing.
"You must write to your friend," he said, "and tell her that you've broken the clasp of her necklace and are getting it mended. That will give us time to look about us."
She wrote at his dictation.
*
By the end of a week they had lost all hope.
Loisel, who had aged five years, declared:
"We must see about replacing the diamonds."
Next day they took the box which had held the necklace and went to the jewellers whose name was inside. He consulted his books.
"It was not I who sold this necklace, Madame; I must have merely supplied the clasp."
Then they went from jeweller to jeweller, searching for another necklace like the first, consulting their memories, both ill with remorse and anguish of mind.
In a shop at the Palais-Royal they found a string of diamonds which seemed to them exactly like the one they were looking for. It was worth forty thousand francs. They were allowed to have it for thirty-six thousand.
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They begged the jeweller not to sell it for three days. And they arranged matters on the understanding that it would be taken back for thirty-four thousand francs, if the first one were found before the end of February.
Loisel possessed eighteen thousand francs left to him by his father. He intended to borrow the rest.
He did borrow it, getting a thousand from one man, five hundred from another, five louis here, three louis there. He gave notes of hand, entered into ruinous agreements, did business with usurers and the whole tribe of money-lenders. He mortgaged the whole remaining years of his existence, risked his signature without even knowing if he could honour it, and, appalled at the agonising face of the future, at the black misery about to fall upon him, at the prospect of every possible physical privation and moral torture, he went to get the new necklace and put down upon the jeweller's counter thirty-six thousand francs.
When Madame Loisel took back the necklace to Madame Forestier, the latter said to her in a chilly voice:
"You ought to have brought it back sooner; I might have needed it."
She did not, as her friend had feared, open the case. If she had noticed the substitution, what would she have thought? What would she have said? Would she not have taken her for a thief?
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Madame Loisel came to know the ghastly life of abject poverty. From the very first she played her part heroically. This fearful debt must be paid off. She would pay it. The servant was dismissed. They changed their flat; they took a garret under the roof.
She came to know the heavy work of the house, the hateful duties of the kitchen. She washed the plates, wearing out her pink nails on the coarse pottery and the bottoms of pans. She washed the dirty linen, the shirts and dish-cloths, and hung them out to dry on a string; every morning she took the dustbin down into the street and carried up the water, stopping on each landing to get her breath. And, clad like a poor woman, she went to the fruiterer, to the grocer, to the butcher, a basket on her arm, haggling, insulted, fighting for every wretched halfpenny of her money.
Every month notes had to be paid off, others renewed, time gained.
< 7 >
Her husband worked in the evenings at putting straight a merchant's accounts, and often at night he did copying at twopence-halfpenny a page.
And this life lasted ten years.
At the end of ten years everything was paid off, everything, the usurer's charges and the accumulation of superimposed interest.
Madame Loisel looked old now. She had become like all the other strong, hard, coarse women of poor households. Her hair was badly done, her skirts were awry, her hands were red. She spoke in a shrill voice, and the water slopped all over the floor when she scrubbed it. But sometimes, when her husband was at the office, she sat down by the window and thought of that evening long ago, of the ball at which she had been so beautiful and so much admired.
What would have happened if she had never lost those jewels. Who knows? Who knows? How strange life is, how fickle! How little is needed to ruin or to save!
One Sunday, as she had gone for a walk along the Champs-Elysees to freshen herself after the labours of the week, she caught sight suddenly of a woman who was taking a child out for a walk. It was Madame Forestier, still young, still beautiful, still attractive.
Madame Loisel was conscious of some emotion. Should she speak to her? Yes, certainly. And now that she had paid, she would tell her all. Why not?
She went up to her.
"Good morning, Jeanne."
The other did not recognise her, and was surprised at being thus familiarly addressed by a poor woman.
"But . . . Madame . . ." she stammered. "I don't know . . . you must be making a mistake."
"No . . . I am Mathilde Loisel."
Her friend uttered a cry.
"Oh! . . . my poor Mathilde, how you have changed! . . ."
"Yes, I've had some hard times since I saw you last; and many sorrows . . . and all on your account."
"On my account! . . . How was that?"
"You remember the diamond necklace you lent me for the ball at the Ministry?"
"Yes. Well?"
"Well, I lost it."
"How could you? Why, you brought it back."
"I brought you another one just like it. And for the last ten years we have been paying for it. You realise it wasn't easy for us; we had no money. . . . Well, it's paid for at last, and I'm glad indeed."
< 8 >
Madame Forestier had halted.
"You say you bought a diamond necklace to replace mine?"
"Yes. You hadn't noticed it? They were very much alike."
And she smiled in proud and innocent happiness.
Madame Forestier, deeply moved, took her two hands.
"Oh, my poor Mathilde! But mine was imitation. It was worth at the very most five hundred francs! . . . "
项链缩写作文
1. 莫泊桑的《项链》缩写成短文400字左右,主要内容要有 项链》写的是教育部职员骆尔塞的妻此文来源于文秘写作网玛蒂尔德，她为了参加教育部长举办的晚会，把丈夫准备买鸟枪的四百法郎那去买了衣裙，又向女友伏来士洁借了一串钻石项链。
在晚会上，她的姿色打扮显得十分出众，“男宾都望着她出神”、“部长也注意她”。她觉得这是“一种成功”，十分满意。
回家后，她脱衣时突然发现项链不见了，夫妇大为惊骇，在遍寻无着的情况下，只好赔偿。在首饰行里，他们找到了一串一模一样的项链，价值三万六千法郎。
由于他们本身生活就不是很宽裕，面对这一笔大数目，他们不得不到处借债，最后买了一串真的钻石项链还给物主。但此后，他们整整花了十年工夫，才还清了债务。
后来的一天，玛蒂尔德碰见女友伏来士洁，在言谈中知道先前借给她的项链是件赝品，而她却赔了真的项链。
2. 课文项链600字缩写 玛蒂尔德容貌姣美，身段窈窕，但是出身贫穷，既没有陪嫁财产，也没有指望得到遗产，她只好嫁给教育部的一小科员.
她没有漂亮的时装，没有精致的珠宝首饰.每天她呆坐在家中，看到替她料理家务的女仆忙活时，她想象着那贵族世家的奢华生活；看到丈夫因为吃一顿炖肉而感到心满意足时，她想象着只有上等人才能享受到山珍海味，美味佳肴.
她有一个同班同学，素来要好，后来嫁给了有钱的福雷斯蒂埃，就没什么联系了.这并不是因为福雷斯蒂埃太太瞧她不起，而是每次去看望老朋友时，她都要伤心、懊悔、绝望、痛苦得哭好几天.
有一天晚上，丈夫带回一个大信封，里面是教育部长邀请他们出席晚会的请贴.
得意洋洋的丈夫满以为妻子会高兴一场，可是，这封请贴只是让没有漂亮时装的玛蒂尔德更加痛苦，她伤心地流下了眼泪.
"一套过得去的衣服，一套在别的机会还可以穿的，十分简单的衣服得用多少钱？"罗瓦赛窘迫地问.
"大概四百法郎吧."
罗瓦赛尔正好攒下这样一笔钱好买杆猎枪去打猎，但为了妻子，他心里隐隐作痛地答应了.
衣服有了，可是首饰呢，珠宝呢？要是什么都不戴，玛蒂尔德觉得太寒伧了，她宁愿放弃这次出风头的大好机会.
夫妻俩商量来商量去.最后，还是罗瓦赛聪明，他猛地想到祖福雷斯蒂埃太太--何不管她借几样首饰呢？
第二天，玛蒂尔德来到朋友家里，把自己的苦恼讲给她听.
福雷斯太太非常爽快地答应了玛蒂尔德的请求，让她在一个大首饰箱里任意挑选.
挑来挑去，玛蒂尔德挑中一串非常美丽的钻石项链，她的老朋友毫不犹豫地答应了她的要求.
晚会的日子终于到了.
凭借漂亮妩媚的容貌，带着微笑的脸庞，精美的服饰，玛蒂尔德在晚会上大受欢迎，大获成功，所有的男子都盯着她，打听她的姓名，要求与她共舞.
舞会结束了，夫妇俩凌晨四点钟才离开，到街上，那里并没有出租马车 .
3. 急求~~高二语文课文《药》和《项链》的缩写 《药》是一个比喻。救国的重任，在鲁迅看来，绝不是小资产阶级发动的革命所能胜任的。因为其脱离工农的固有缺陷，使他们在国家政治力量对比中始终软弱无力。尽管那些内心有着真诚的为救国不惜付出生命的热情的人，到死也得不到普通群众的理解，更得不到多数人的支持，最终为国捐躯，身首异处，自己的鲜血却被没觉悟的老百姓当作治肺痨的迷信药物吃掉。
《药》的明线是描写群众愚昧；其暗线歌颂了革命者的献身。用人血馒头将明暗两条线索连结起来，就更加突出了群众的愚昧，但却又使献身的革命者感到了一种难以忍耐的悲哀和孤寂。作者所揭示的不是夏瑜有什么错误和缺点，而是群众身上的弱点。并且不是一般的揭示，而是把这种弱点和革命、革命者联结起来，更加深刻地加以揭示。诚然夏瑜是孤寂和悲哀的，但作者并没有剖析他这孤寂和悲哀的主观原因，比如“脱离群众”之类，而是着重在揭示造成这种悲哀和孤寂的客观原因。就在剖析客观原因的时候，作者也不是着重在揭示反动统治者的凶残和狡猾，而是侧重描绘群众的麻木和愚昧。这就是说，革命者的悲哀和孤寂是因为深味了群众的愚昧和麻木之故。鲁迅曾经与友人谈及这篇作品，他说：“《药》描写群众的愚昧，和革命者的悲哀；或者因群众的愚昧而来的革命者的悲哀；更直捷地说，革命者为愚昧的群众奋斗而牺牲了，愚昧的群众并不知道这牺牲为的是谁，却还要因了愚昧的见解，以为这牺牲可以享用……”⑥我们认为鲁迅的这一段话已经清楚地说明他所要表达的中心思想是什么。如果需要我们做出概括的话，《药》的主题就是：群众现在还很愚昧，他们对于革命本是迫切需要的，然而他们却毫不觉悟，甚至敌视革命。要革命，就必须用科学的、民主的思想，把他们从孔孟之道和封建迷信的长期统治下解放出来，否则，革命的成功就没有希望。
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4. 作文缩写,必追加分 他们是在守护那最后一点尊严，她的最后一句话是：中国叔叔来了吗？
这就是生命，永远定格在了我的灵魂里。她干干净净的，竟还戴了一串闪闪的项链。她似乎看出了我的惊讶，她耽搁了照相。
相机里已经没有胶卷了，但我不忍心让这朵开在人世间最苦难之地的花瞬息凋谢，决不能，小女孩躺在母亲的怀里永远地睡着了，胸前那串项链镀着阳光的色彩，刺眼而有无法回避的痛楚。
那位母亲说，这二十几天是她最快乐的日子，笑着说这是用泥巴搓出来的泥球涂上花粉穿成的项链。
前后隔了二十多天。我再到的时候。
那一刻，再也化不掉……
回去后，因而争取到了随新华社记者去索马里难民营采访的机会。
在那里，迫不及待地要求再回难民营一趟——我想为那个女孩补拍几张照片！她对着我的镜头绽放出如花的笑，我不停地摁着谎言的快门，用一个个闪光灯骗过了她的如许期待我的命啊……不过我还是第一次做作文缩写，很有意思的说……很费心，613个字……
那是一张永远无法定格在胶卷上的脸，裱在我心底的一张照片 。
——记
我略懂非洲语言，死亡如篝火熄灭清风吹过，守住非洲闪光的心吗，一个小姑娘跑过来拽住我央求我为她照张相，我向他人又要了胶卷？
为他们照相我用尽了胶卷。快离开时。 就为了做这串“项链”，平常得再不让人觉到伤感……
当我给他们照相时，我惊讶——不论男女，都赶赴一个节日般把自己收拾得干干净净，我摸到了儿童们如爪的手掌，看到了妇女们惊恐的眼神，听到了老人们临终的 *** ；在那里，一粒药片比一粒金子更珍贵。在那最贫苦的地方，一个苦难的灵魂涂抹上阳光的色彩，串成了美丽的项链……
向美之心
5. 莫泊桑项链英文版缩写 莫泊桑
(1850~1893)
作者简介：
19世纪后半期法国优秀的批判现实主义作家。一生创作了6部长篇小说和356多篇中短篇小说，他的文学成就以短篇小说最为突出，被誉为“短篇小说之王”，对后世产生极大影响。
莫泊桑出身于一个没落贵族之家，母亲醉心文艺。他受老师、诗人路易·布那影响，开始多种体裁的文学习作，后在福楼拜亲自指导下练习写作，参加了以左拉为首的自然主义作家集团的活动。他以《羊脂球》
(1880)入选《梅塘晚会》短篇小说集，一跃登上法国文坛，其创作盛期是80年代。
10年间，他创作了6部长篇小说：《一生》（1883）、《俊友》（1885）、《温泉》（1886）、《皮埃尔和若望》（1887）、《像死一般坚强》（1889）、《我们的心》（1890）。这些作品揭露了第三共和国的黑暗内幕：内阁要员从金融巨头的利益出发，欺骗议会和民众，发动掠夺非洲殖民地摩洛哥的帝国主义战争；抨击了统治集团的腐朽、贪婪、尔虞我诈的荒淫 *** 。莫泊桑还创作了350多部中短篇小说，在揭露上层统治者及其毒化下的社会风气盼同时，对被侮辱被损害的小人物寄予深切同情。
短篇的主题大致可归纳为三个方面：第一是讽刺虚荣心和拜金主义，如《项链》、《我的叔叔于勒》；第二是描写劳动人民的悲惨遭遇，赞颂其正直、淳朴、宽厚的品格，如《归来》；第三是描写普法战争，反映法国人民爱国情绪，如《羊脂球》。
莫泊桑短篇小说布局结构的精巧。典型细节的选用、叙事抒情的手法以及行云流水般的自然文笔，都给后世作家提供了楷模。
6. 缩写文章随便哪篇 字越少越好 、我的人生中，虽经百事，留有印痕的并不多。
但有一件小事却留在记忆里。 96年，在泰国。
我住在一栋带花园的房子里，养着一条很漂亮狗。一天午后，忽然听到它狂吠。
我打开门，来到院子里，隔着铁门看去，见一位穿着破旧衣裳的中年妇女和一个六七岁的小男孩。我下认为他们是来讨钱的，正要转身，那位中年妇女轻轻地问我：“夫人，我是收废品的，有旧报纸卖吗？” 我想起书房里一地旧报纸，便打开院门，让母子俩进来搬报纸。
这时我注意到妇女的腿有些跛，而小男孩很体谅她，抢着搬报纸。我问：“这是你儿子吗？”“我们一起生活，就算是吧！”我明白了，他们没有血缘关系，却能够相依为命地生活在一起。
望着小男孩，我多给了30泰币，母子俩出了院门。 一会儿，又听到狼狗的声音。
我又站在铁门面前，看到中年妇女和小男孩，没等她开口，我说：“报纸卖完了，钱也多给了，你们还来干什么？” 妇女摊开双手，托着一条项链。正是我遗失的金项链。
我接过来，托在手上。 中年妇女说：“项链裹在报纸里，小孩央我送回来。”
我忙掏出100泰币给孩子，只有这样才能表达我一半歉意和一半谢意。 母子俩谢绝了。
我望着她一跛一跛的步履，心里说不出是什么滋味。
