永别了,武器(A Farewell To Arms) Ernest Hemingway 英文文字版(可编辑)
永别了,武器(A Farewell To Arms) Ernest Hemingway
英文文字版
A FAREWELL TO ARMS by Ernest
HemingwayFlyleaf:
The greatest American novel to emerge from World War I, _A Farewell to
Arms_ cemented Ernest Hemingway's reputation as one of the most important
novelists of the twentieth century. Drawn largely from Hemingway's own
experiences, it is the story of a volunteer ambulance driver wounded on the
Italian front, the beautiful British nurse with whom he falls in love, and their
journey to find some small sanctuary in a world gone mad with war. By turns
beautiful and tragic, tender and harshly realistic, _A Farewell to Arms_ is one
of the supreme literary achievements of our timeCopyright 1929 by Charles Scribner's Sons
Copyright renewed 1957 by Ernest HemingwaySCRIBNER
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New York, NY 10020This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters,
places,
and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are
used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons,
living or dead, is entirely coincidental
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A FAREWELL TO ARMS
BOOK ONE1 In the late summer of that year we lived in a house in a village that looked
across the river and the plain to the mountains. In the bed of the river there
were pebbles and boulders, dry and white in the sun, and the water was clear
and swiftly moving and blue in the channels. Troops went by the house and
down the road and the dust they raised powdered the leaves of the trees. The
trunks of the trees too were dusty and the leaves fell early that year and we
saw the troops marching along the road and the dust rising and leaves, stirred
by the breeze, falling and the soldiers marching and afterward the
road bare
and white except for the leaves The plain was rich with crops; there were many orchards of fruit trees and
beyond the plain the mountains were brown and bare. There was fighting in
the mountains and at night we could see the flashes from the artillery. In the
dark it was like summer lightning, but the nights were cool and there was not
the feeling of a storm coming Sometimes in the dark we heard the troops marching under the window
and guns going past pulled by motor-tractors. There was much traffic at night
and many mules on the roads with boxes of ammunition on each side of their
pack-saddles and gray motor trucks that carried men, and other trucks with
loads covered with canvas that moved slower in the traffic. There were big
guns too that passed in the day drawn by tractors, the long barrels of the guns
covered with green branches and green leafy branches and vines laid over the
tractors. To the north we could look across a valley and see a forest of chestnut
trees and behind it another mountain on this side of the river. There was
fighting for that mountain too, but it was not successful, and in the fall when the
rains came the leaves all fell from the chestnut trees and the branches were
bare and the trunks black with rain. The vineyards were thin and
bare-branched too and all the country wet and brown and dead with the
autumn. There were mists over the river and clouds on the mountain and the
trucks splashed mud on the road and the troops were muddy and wet in their
capes; their rifles were wet and under their capes the two leather
cartridge-boxes on the front of the belts, gray leather boxes heavy with the
packs of clips of thin, long 6.5 mm. cartridges, bulged forward under the capes
so that the men, passing on the road, marched as though they were six
months gone with child There were small gray motor cars that passed going very fast; usually
there was an officer on the seat with the driver and more officers in the back
They splashed more mud than the camions even and if one of the seat.
officers in the back was very small and sitting between two generals, he
himself so small that you could not see his face but only the top of his cap and
his narrow back, and if the car went especially fast it was probably the King. He
lived in Udine and came out in this way nearly every day to see how things
were going, and things went very badly At the start of the winter came the permanent rain and with the rain came
the cholera. But it was checked and in the end only seven thousand died of it in
the army
2 The next year there were many victories. The mountain that was beyond
the valley and the hillside where the chestnut forest grew was captured and
there were victories beyond the plain on the plateau to the south and we
crossed the river in August and lived in a house in Gorizia that had a fountain
and many thick shady trees in a walled garden and a wistaria vine purple on
the side of the house. Now the fighting was in the next mountains beyond and
was not a mile away. The town was very nice and our house was very fine. The
river ran behind us and the town had been captured very handsomely
but the
mountains beyond it could not be taken and I was very glad the Austrians
seemed to want to come back to the town some time, if the war should end,
because they did not bombard it to destroy it but only a little in a military wayPeople lived on in it and there were hospitals and caf ? and artillery up side
streets and two bawdy houses, one for troops and one for officers, and with the
end of the summer, the cool nights, the fighting in the mountains beyond the
town, the shell-marked iron of the railway bridge, the smashed tunnel by the
river where the fighting had been, the trees around the square and the long
avenue of trees that led to the square; these with there being girls in the town,
the King passing in his motor car, sometimes now seeing his face and little
long necked body and gray beard like a goat's chin tuft; all these with the
sudden interiors of houses that had lost a wall through shelling, with plaster
and rubble in their gardens and sometimes in the street, and the whole
thing
going well on the Carso made the fall very different from the last fall when we
had been in the country. The war was changed too The forest of oak trees on the mountain beyond the town was gone. The
forest had been green in the summer when we had come into the town but now
there were the stumps and the broken trunks and the ground torn up, and one
day at the end of the fall when I was out where the oak forest had been I saw a
cloud coming over the mountain. It came very fast and the sun went a dull
yellow and then everything was gray and the sky was covered and the cloud
came on down the mountain and suddenly we were in it and it was snow. The
snow slanted across the wind, the bare ground was covered, the stumps of
trees projected, there was snow on the guns and there were paths in the snow
going back to the latrines behind trenches Later, below in the town, I watched the snow falling, looking out of the
window of the bawdy house, the house for officers, where I sat with a friend
and two glasses drinking a bottle of Asti, and, looking out at the snow falling
slowly and heavily, we knew it was all over for that year. Up the river the
mountains had not been taken; none of the mountains beyond the river had
been taken. That was all left for next year. My friend saw the priest from our
mess going by in the street, walking carefully in the slush, and pounded on the
window to attract his attention. The priest looked up. He saw us and smiledMy friend motioned for him to come in. The priest shook his head and went onThat night in the mess after the spaghetti course, which every one ate very
quickly and seriously, lifting the spaghetti on the fork until the loose strands
hung clear then lowering it into the mouth, or else using a continuous lift and
sucking into the mouth, helping ourselves to wine from the grass-covered
gallon flask; it swung in a metal cradle and you pulled the neck of the flask
down with the forefinger and the wine, clear red, tannic and lovely, poured out
into the glass held with the same hand; after this course, the captain
commenced picking on the priest The priest was young and blushed easily and wore a uniform like the rest
of us but with a cross in dark red velvet above the left breast pocket of his gray
tunic. The captain spoke pidgin Italian for my doubtful benefit, in order that I
might understand perfectly, that nothing should be lost "Priest to-day with girls," the captain said looking at the priest and at meThe priest smiled and blushed and shook his head. This captain baited him
often "Not true?" asked the captain. "To-day I see priest with girls.""No," said the priest. The other officers were amused at the baiting "Priest not with girls," went on the captain. "Priest never with girls," he
explained to me. He took my glass and filled it, looking at my eyes all the time,
but not losing sight of the priest "Priest every night five against one." Every one at the table laughed. "You
understand? Priest every night five against one." He made a gesture and
laughed loudly. The priest accepted it as a joke "The Pope wants the Austrians to win the war," the major said. "He loves
Franz Joseph. That's where the money comes from. I am an atheist.""Did you ever read the 'Black Pig'?" asked the lieutenant. "I will get you a
copy. It was that which shook my faith.""It is a filthy and vile book," said the priest. "You do not really like it.""It is very valuable," said
the lieutenant. "It tells you about those priestsYou will like it," he said to me. I smiled at the priest and he smiled back across
the candle-light. "Don't you read it," he said "I will get it for you," said the lieutenant "All thinking men are atheists," the major said. "I do not believe in the Free
Masons however.""I believe in the Free Masons," the lieutenant said. "It is a noble
organization." Some one came in and as the door opened I could see the snow
falling "There will be no more offensive now that the snow has come," I said "Certainly not," said the major. "You should go on leave. You should go to
Rome, Naples, Sicily--""He should visit Amalfi," said the lieutenant. "I will write you cards to my
family in Amalfi. They will love you like a son.""He should go to Palermo.""He ought to go to Capri.""I would like you to see Abruzzi and visit my family at Capracotta," said the
priest "Listen to him talk about the Abruzzi. There's more snow there than hereHe doesn't want to see peasants. Let him go to centres of culture and
civilization.""He should have fine girls. I will give you the addresses of places in NaplesBeautiful young girls--accompanied by their
The captain mothers. Ha! Ha! Ha!"
spread his hand open, the thumb up and fingers outspread as when you make
shadow pictures. There was a shadow from his hand on the wall. He spoke
again in pidgin Italian. "You go away like this," he pointed to the thumb, "and
come back like this," he touched the little finger. Every one laughed "Look," said the captain. He spread the hand again. Again the candle-light
made its shadows on the wall. He started with the upright thumb and named in
their order the thumb and four fingers, "soto-tenente the thumb, tenente first
finger, capitano next finger, maggiore next to the little finger, and
tenentecolonello the little finger. You go away soto-tenente! You come back
soto-colonello!" They all laughed. The captain was having a great success with
finger games. He looked at the priest and shouted, "Every night priest five
against one!" They all laughed again "You must go on leave at once," the major said "I would like to go with you and show you things," the lieutenant said "When you come back bring a phonograph.""Bring good opera disks.""Bring Caruso.""Don't bring Caruso. He bellows.""Don't you wish you could bellow like him?""He bellows. I say he bellows!""I would like you to go to Abruzzi," the priest said. The others were
shouting. "There is good hunting. You would like the people and though it is
cold it is clear and dry. You could stay with my family. My father
is a famous
hunter.""Come on," said the captain. "We go whorehouse before it shuts.""Good-night," I said to the priest "Good-night," he said
3 When I came back to the front we still lived in that town. There were many
more guns in the country around and the spring had come. The fields were
green and there were small green shoots on the vines, the trees along the road
had small leaves and a breeze came from the sea. I saw the town with the hill
and the old castle above it in a cup in the hills with the mountains beyond,
brown mountains with a little green on their slopes. In the town there were
more guns, there were some new hospitals, you met British men and
sometimes women, on the street, and a few more houses had been hit by shell
fire. Jt was warm and like the spring and I walked down the alleyway of trees,
warmed from the sun on the wall, and found we still lived in the same house
and that it all looked the same as when I had left it. The door was open, there
was a soldier sitting on a bench outside in the sun, an ambulance was
waiting
by the side door and inside the door, as I went in, there was the smell of marble
floors and hospital. It was all as I had left it except that now it was spring. I
looked in the door of the big room and saw the major sitting at his desk, the
window open and the sunlight coming into the room. He did not see me and I
did not know whether to go in and report or go upstairs first and clean up. I
decided to go on upstairs The room I shared with the lieutenant Rinaldi looked out on the courtyardThe window was open, my bed was made up with blankets and my things
hung on the wall, the gas mask in an oblong tin can, the steel helmet on the
same peg. At the foot of the bed was my flat trunk, and my winter boots, the
leather shiny with oil, were on the trunk. My Austrian sniper's rifle with its blued
octagon barrel and the lovely dark walnut, cheek-fitted, schutzen stock, hung
the two beds. The telescope that fitted it was, I remembered, over
locked in the
trunk. The lieutenant, Rinaldi, lay asleep on the other bed. He woke
when he
heard me in the room and sat up "Ciaou!" he said. "What kind of time did you have?""Magnificent."We shook hands and he put his arm around my neck and kissed me "Oughf," I said "You're dirty," he said. "You ought to wash. Where did you go and what did
you do? Tell me everything at once.""I went everywhere. Milan, Florence, Rome, Naples, Villa San Giovanni,
Messina, Taormina--""You talk like a time-table. Did you have any beautiful adventures?""Yes.""Where?""Milano, Firenze, Roma, Napoli--""That's enough. Tell me really what was the best.""In Milano.""That was because it was first. Where did you meet her? In the CovaWhere did you go? How did you feel? Tell me everything at once. Did you stay
all night?""Yes.""That's nothing. Here now we have beautiful girls. New girls never been to
the front before.""Wonderful.""You don't believe me? We will go now this afternoon and see. And in the
town we have beautiful English girls. I am now in love with Miss Barkley. I will
take you to call. I will probably marry Miss Barkley.""I have to get washed and report. Doesn't anybody work now?""Since you are gone we have nothing but frostbites, chilblains, jaundice,
gonorrhea, self-inflicted wounds, pneumonia and hard and soft chancresEvery week some one gets wounded by rock fragments. There are a few real
wounded. Next week the war starts again. Perhaps it start again. They say soDo you think I would do right to marry Miss Barkley--after the war of course?""Absolutely," I said and poured the basin full of water "To-night you will tell me everything," said Rinaldi. "Now I must go back to
sleep to be fresh and beautiful for Miss Barkley."I took off my tunic and shirt and washed in the cold water in the basinWhile I rubbed myself with a towel I looked around the room and out the