hesoryofanhour

《一个小时的故事》精炼地概述了在一个小时里，

玛拉德夫人对一偶发事件的反应。故事的主人公玛拉

德夫人患有心脏病，当她听到丈夫在一场车祸中丧生

之后，先是痛不欲生，失声痛哭，但独自回到房间后，

她竟很快从悲痛中恢复了过来，有了“自由”的喜悦。

等她再从房间里走出来的时候，她感受到了新生。但

此时，逃过一劫的玛拉德先生出现在门口，玛拉德夫

人心脏病突发，倒地猝死。

[美]凯特·肖邦（kaechopin）

一个小时的故事

knowinghamrsmalrdwasafflicedwihahearrouble，

greacarewasakenobreakoherasgenlyaspossiblehe

newsofherhusband’sdeah

iwashersiserjosephinewhooldher，inbroken

senences；veiledhinsharevealedinhalfconcealing

herhusband’sfriendrichardswashere，oo，nearheri

washewhohadbeeninhenewspaperofficewheninelligence

ofherailroaddisaserwasreceived；wihbrenlymaiard’s

nameleadinghelisof“killed”hehadonlyakenheime

oassurehimselfofisruhbyasecondelegram，andhad

hasenedoforesallanylesscareful，lessenderfriendinbearing

hesadmessage

shedidnohearhesoryasmanywomenhaveheardhe

same，wihaparalyzedinabiliyoaccepissignificanceshe

wepaonce，wihsudden，wildabandonmen，inhersiser’s

armswhenhesormofgriefhadspeniselfshewenawayo

herroomaloneshewouldhavenoonefollowher

heresood，facingheopenwindow，acomforable，roomy

armchairinohisshesank，presseddownbyaphysicalexhausion

hahaunedherbodyandseemedoreachinohersoul

shecouldseeinheopensquarebeforeherhousehe

opsofreeshawereallaquiverwihhenewspringlifehe

deliciousbreahofrainwasinheair

inhesreebelowapeddlerwascryinghiswareshe

noesofadisansongwhichsomeonewassingingreachedher

fainly，andcounlesssparrowswerewieringinheeaves

herewerepachesofblueskyshowinghereandhere

hroughhecloudshahadmeandpiledoneaboveheoherin

hewesfacingherwindow

shesawihherheadhrownbackuponhecushionof

hechair，quiemoionless，excepwhenasobcameupino

herhroaandshookher，asachildwhohascriediselfosleep

coninuesosobinisdreams

shewasyoung，wihafair，calmface，whoselinesbespoke

repressionandevenacerainsrenghbunowherewasadull

sareinhereyes，whosegazewasfixedawayoffyonderonone

ofhosepachesofblueskyiwasnoagnceofreflecion，bu

raherindicaedasuspensionofinelligenhough

herewassomehingcomingoherandshewaswaiing

fori，fearfullywhawasi?shedidnoknow；iwasoosuble

andelusiveonamebushefeli，creepingouofhesky，reaching

owardherhroughhesounds，hescens，hecolorhafilled

heair

nowherbosomroseandfellumuluouslyshewas

begi

ingorecognizehishinghawasapproachingopossess

her，andshewassrivingobeaibackwihherwill—as

powerlessasherwowhieslenderhandswouldhavebeen

whensheabandonedherself，alilewhisperedword

escapedherslighlyparedlipsshesaidioverandoverunder

herbreah:“free，free，free!”hevacansareandhelookof

errorhahadfollowediwenfromhereyesheysayedkeen

andbrighherpulsesbeafas，andhecoursingbloodwarmed

andrexedeveryinchofherbody

shedidnosopoaskifiwereorwerenoamonsrous

joyhaheldheraclearandexaledpercepionenabledhero

dismisshesuggesionasrivial

sheknewhashewouldweepagainwhenshesawhe

kind，enderhandsfoldedindeah；hefacehahadnever

lookedsavewihloveuponher，fixedandgrayanddeadbushe

sawbeyondhabiermomenalongprocessionofyearso

comehawouldbelongoherabsoluelyandsheopenedand

spreadherarmsouoheminwelcome

herewouldbenoooliveforherduringhosecoming

years；shewouldliveforherselfherewouldbenopowerful

willbendinghersinhablindpersisencewihwhichmenand

womenbelieveheyhavearighoimposeaprivaewillupona

fellowcreaureakindinenionoracruelinenionmadeheac

seemnolessacrimeasshelookeduponiinhabriefmomen

ofilluminaion

andyeshehadlovedhim—someimesofenshehadno

whadidimaer!whacouldlove，heunsolvedmysery，