椭圆形画像的英文短篇小说

　　The Oval Portrait

　　爱伦 坡著

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　　THE CHATEAU into which my valet had ventured to make forcible entrance, rather than permit me, in my desperately wounded condition, to pass a night in the open air, was oneof those piles of commingled gloom and grandeur which have so long frowned among the Appennines, not less in fact than in the fancy of Mrs. Radcliffe. To all appearance it hadbeen temporarily and very lately abandoned. We established ourselves in one of the smallest and least sumptuously furnished apartments. It lay in a remote turret of the building.Its decorations were rich, yet tattered and antique. Its walls were hung with tapestry and bedecked with manifold and multiform armorial trophies, together with an unusually greatnumber of very spirited modern paintings in frames of rich golden arabesque. In these paintings, which depended from the walls not only in their main surfaces, but in very manynooks which the bizarre architecture of the chateau rendered necessary- in these paintings my incipient delirium, perhaps, had caused me to take deep interest; so that I bade Pedro to close the heavy shutters of the room- since it was already night- to light the tongues of a tall candelabrum which stood by the head of my bed- and to throw open far and wide the fringed curtains of black velvet which enveloped the bed itself. I wished all this done that I might resign myself, if not to sleep, at least alternately to the contemplation of these pictures, and the perusal of a small volume which had been found upon the pillow, and which purported to criticise and describe them.

　　我受了重伤，我的随从不忍心让我在外面过夜，就领我闯进了一座城堡。这是座巍峨地耸立在亚平宁山区多年的一座阴森而雄壮的城堡，决不亚于拉德克利夫夫人在她的小说中所幻想的那种。从各种迹象来看，城堡的主人离去的时间不会太久。我们主仆两人在一间最狭孝陈设最美的屋子里住下来。它位于这座城堡边上的一个塔楼里。看得出室内原来的装饰相当富丽，但现在已破旧不堪了。四壁悬挂着花毯和各种各样的战利品，此外还挂着许多惟妙惟肖的绘画，画框都是金色花纹的，连墙角都挂着画。也许是伤势过重，我的神志不甚清醒，只是呆呆地望着这些画出神。这时天色已晚，我吩咐彼德罗把百叶窗全都关上。把屋里的蜡烛统统点亮，然后拉开床前的黑天鹅绒帷慢。这样。即使我不能入睡，至少也可以安静地欣赏一番这些画，也可以读一读枕头上放着的一本小书，那是对这些画进行解释和评价的书。

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　　Long- long I read- and devoutly, devotedly I gazed. Rapidly and gloriously the hours flew by and the deep midnight came. The position of the candelabrum displeased me, and outreaching my hand with difficulty, rather than disturb my slumbering valet, I placed it so as to throw its rays more fully upon the book.

　　But the action produced an effect altogether unanticipated. The rays of the numerous candles (for there were many) now fell within a niche of the room which had hitherto been thrown into deep shade by one of the bed-posts. I thus saw in vivid light a picture all unnoticed before. It was the portrait of a young girl just ripening into womanhood. I glanced at the painting hurriedly, and then closed my eyes. Why I did this was not at first apparent even to my own perception. But while my lids remained thus shut, I ran over in my mind my reason for so shutting them. It was an impulsive movement to gain time for thought- to make sure that my vision had not deceived me- to calm and subdue my fancy for a more sober and more certain gaze. In a very few moments I again looked fixedly at the painting.

　　That I now saw aright I could not and would not doubt; for the first flashing of the candles upon that canvas had seemed to dissipate the dreamy stupor which was stealing over my senses, and to startle me at once into waking life.

　　The portrait, I have already said, was that of a young girl. It was a mere head and shoulders, done in what is technically termed a vignette manner; much in the style of the favorite heads of Sully. The arms, the bosom, and even the ends of the radiant hair melted imperceptibly into the vague yet deep shadow which formed the back-ground of the whole. The frame was oval, richly gilded and filigreed in Moresque. As a thing of art nothing could be more admirable than the painting itself. But it could have been neither the execution of the work, nor the immortal beauty of the countenance, which had so suddenly and so vehemently moved me. Least of all, could it have been that my fancy, shaken from its half slumber, had mistaken the head for that of a living person. I saw at once that the peculiarities of the design, of the vignetting, and of the frame, must have instantly dispelled such idea- must have prevented even its momentary entertainment. Thinking earnestly upon these points, I remained, for an hour perhaps, half sitting, half reclining, with my vision riveted upon the portrait. At length, satisfied with the true secret of its effect, I fell back within the bed. I had found the spell of the picture in an absolute life-likeliness of expression, which, at first startling, finally confounded, subdued, and appalled me. With deep and reverent awe I replaced the candelabrum in its former position. The cause of my deep agitation being thus shut from view, I sought eagerly the volume which discussed the paintings and their histories. Turning to the number which designated the oval portrait, I there read the vague and quaint words which follow:

　　我拿着书，一一对着画欣赏起来。不知不觉已至半夜，烛台的位置离我很远，我又不忍心唤醒酣睡的随从，费了好大力气才将烛台端在手中，以便照亮手中的这本书。

　　烛台上插着好多支蜡烛，交织的烛光照在了室内的一个壁龛上，原先这个壁龛被一根柱子遮住了。此时我转过身来才发现刚才根本没有注意到的一幅画，画上是一个妙龄少女。我朝她匆匆地瞥了一眼，就闭上了眼睛，连我自己都不理解为什么我会这佯。稍后，我寻思一下，我之所以闭上眼睛是为了能平静地思考一下是否视觉欺骗了 …… 此处隐藏：7097字，全部文档内容请下载后查看。喜欢就下载吧 ……