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最后一片叶子
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最后一片叶子
美国作家,O,Henry
.... I have something to tell you, she said. "Mr. Behrman died of pneuomonia today in the hospital. Several morning ago the janitor found him in his room, helpless with pain. His shoes and clothing were wet through icy cold. They couldn't imagine where he had been. And then they found a lantern,still lighted, and a ladder that had been dragged from its place, and some scatterd brushes, and a palette with green and yellow colors mixed on it, and- look out the window, dear, at the last ivy leaf on the wall. Didn't you wonder why it never fluttered or moved when the wind blew?
It's Behrman's masterpiece.
He painted it the night the last leaf fell."
贝尔曼先生也许真的不是个有天赋的画家。因为他是一位没有多大成就的艺术家，总是说就要画一幅杰作，但却始终没有动手。他靠给那些请不起专业模特的青年艺术家当模特。挣点钱。他是一个脾气暴躁的小老头，六十多岁，喜欢喝杜松子酒，而且每次都会喝到醉醺醺...
当他知道乔恩西（Johnsy)小姐的了肺炎之后，觉得生命会随着窗外凋落的常青藤的叶子逝去之后，他冒雨在那棵常青藤依附的墙壁上画了一个最终挽救了乔恩西小姐生命的“永不凋零的最后一片叶子”
他因此感染肺炎，并死于肺炎。
我是在读初级中学的时候很偶然地从收音机里听到这篇小说，被贝尔曼先生的崇高感动了三十年之久。每每闲暇总会拿出这篇并不长的小说英文原版读一读，只为在心里激起圈圈涟漪！
https://blog.sciencenet.cn/blog-218980-670906.html
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