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1、如有侵权,请联系网站删除,仅供学习与交流Unit 3 A Hanging 课文翻译【精品文档】第 6 页Unit 3 A HangingA HANGINGGeorge Orwell1. It was in Burma, a sodden morning of the rains. We were waiting outside the condemned cells, a row of sheds fronted with double bars, like small animal cages. Each cell measured about ten feet by ten and was
2、 quite bare within except for a plank bed and a pot for drinking water. In some of them brown silent men were squatting at the inner bars, with their blankets draped round them. These were the condemned men, due to be hanged within the next week or two.Detailed Reading2.One prisoner had been brought
3、 out of his cell. He was a Hindu, a puny wisp of a man, with a shaven head and vague liquid eyes. Six tall Indian warders were guarding him and getting him ready for the gallows. Two of them stood by with rifles and fixed bayonets, while the others handcuffed him, passed a chain through his handcuff
4、s and fixed it to their belts, and lashed his arms tightly to his sides. They crowded very close about him, with their hands always on him in a careful, caressing grip, as though all the while feeling him to make sure he was there. But he stood quite unresisting, yielding his arms limply to the rope
5、s, as though he hardly noticed what was happening.3.Eight oclock struck and a bugle call floated from the distant barracks. The superintendent of the jail, who was standing apart from the rest of us, moodily prodding the gravel with his stick, raised his head at the sound. For Gods sake hurry up, Fr
6、ancis, he said irritably. The man ought to have been dead by this time. Arent you ready yet?4.Francis, the head jailer, a fat Dravidian in a white drill suit and gold spectacles, waved his black hand. Yes sir, yes sir, he bubbled. All is satisfactorily prepared. The hangman is waiting. We shall proc
7、eed. 5.Well, quick march, then. The prisoners cant get their breakfast till this jobs over.6.We set out for the gallows. Two warders marched on either side of the prisoner, with their rifles at the slope; two others marched close against him, gripping him by arm and shoulder, as though at once pushi
8、ng and supporting him. The rest of us, magistrates and the like, followed behind.7.It was about forty yards to the gallows. I watched the bare brown back of the prisoner marching in front of me. He walked clumsily with his bound arms, but quite steadily. At each step his muscles slid neatly into pla
9、ce, the lock of hair on his scalp danced up and down, his feet printed themselves on the wet gravel. And once, in spite of the men who gripped him by each shoulder, he stepped slightly aside to avoid a puddle on the path.8.It is curious, but till that moment I had never realized what it means to des
10、troy a healthy, conscious man. When I saw the prisoner step aside to avoid the puddle I saw the mystery, the unspeakable wrongness, of cutting a life short when it is in full tide. This man was not dying, he was alive just as we are alive. All the organs of his body were working - bowels digesting f
11、ood, skin renewing itself, nails growing, tissues forming - all toiling away in solemn foolery. His nails would still be growing when he stood on the drop, when he was falling through the air with a tenth of a second to live. His eyes saw the yellow gravel and the gray walls, and his brain still rem
12、embered, foresaw, reasoned - reasoned even about puddles. He and we were a party of men walking together, seeing, hearing, feeling, understanding the same world; and in two minutes, with a sudden snap, one of us would be gone - one mind less, one world less.9.The gallows stood in a small yard. The h
13、angman, a gray-haired convict in the white uniform of the prison, was waiting beside his machine. He greeted us with a servile crouch as we entered. At a word from Francis the two warders, gripping the prisoner more closely than ever, half led half pushed him to the gallows and helped him clumsily u
14、p the ladder. Then the hangman climbed up and fixed the rope around the prisoners neck.10.We stood waiting, five yards away. The warders had formed a rough circle round the gallows. And then, when the noose was fixed, the prisoner began crying out to his god. It was a high, reiterated cry of Ram! Ra
15、m! Ram! Ram! not urgent and fearful like a prayer or a cry for help, but steady, rhythmical, almost like the tolling of a bell.11.The hangman climbed down and stood ready, holding the lever. Minutes seemed to pass. The steady crying from the prisoner went on and on, Ram! Ram! Ram! never faltering fo
16、r an instant. The superintendent, his head on his chest, was slowly poking the ground with his stick; perhaps he was counting the cries, allowing the prisoner a fixed number - fifty, perhaps, or a hundred. Everyone had changed color. The Indians had gone gray like bad coffee, and one or two of the b
17、ayonets were wavering.12.Suddenly the superintendent made up his mind. Throwing up his head he made a swift motion with his stick. Chalo! he shouted almost fiercely.13.There was a clanking noise, and then dead silence. The prisoner had vanished, and the rope was twisting on itself. We went round the
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