Les Misérables by Victor Hugo
单词提示
1.barricades 路障
2.bullet 子弹
3.Arsenal 军火库
4.tavern 酒馆
原文
Chapter 5: Love and Rebellion
So what is Marius's idea?
It is this.
He wants to marry Cosette, but he has no money, his grandfather has money.
He must ask his grandfather, but his grandfather is an old man, and old men's ideas do not change easily.
He shouts at Marius, Marius shouts back, and that is the end of that.
The next evening, he goes as usual to the Rue Plume.
There is nobody in the garden.
The house is dark, the windows are closed, Cosette and her father are gone.
Marius cannot live without Cosette.
He wants to die, but Gavroche tells him that his friends need him.
It is June 1832, and students and workers are running through the streets of Paris, bringing rebellion to the city and everyone must fight the government.
Marius is soon at the barricades with a gun in his hand.
He is happy, death can come at any moment with a bullet from a soldier's gun.
These are dangerous times.
Jean Valjean sees Inspector Javert in a street near the Rue Plume.
What is he doing there? Are the police watching his house?
Valjean does not wait the same night, he and Cosette leave Rue Plume.
They moved to 7 Rue de l'Homme-Armé and begin to get ready for England.
How can love find a way in these troubled times?
When the soldiers attacked in front of the Arsenal building, the people turned and ran this way and that way through the streets of the city.
Marius and his friends came to the Rue de la Chanvrerie, and they built their barricade there.
It was, 2 meters high, made of wood and stone.
Behind their barricade, the rebels waited for the soldiers.
Night came,but nothing happened.
Enjolras was the leader of the students, he called Gavroche to him.
“You're small,”he said, “nobody sees you. Go and have a look round the city, and then bring us any news.”
Just after midnight, Gavroche was back.
“The soldiers aren't moving,” he said, “but there are a lot of them.”
He stopped suddenly and whispered, “Hey, who's that? That tall man over there?”
Enjolras and Marius turned to look.
“I don't know him.” said Marius.
“People are coming and going all night,” said Enjolras, “Why?Gavroche, do you know him?”
“Yes,”whispered Gavroche, “he's not one of us, he's a spy, a police spy, name of Javert. He stopped me once down by the river, put me in prison all night.”
“Are you certain about this, Gavroche?” said Marius.
“I'm certain right,”said Gavroche “he's a spy.”
The rebels did not like spies.
Four of Enjolras's men jumped on Javert, pulled him into the tavern behind the barricade, and tied him to the wall.
“Louise, shoot him now?” asked one of the men.
“Later?” said Enjolras, “he can wait.”
They went back outside to the barricade, and listened for the sound of soldiers.
Gavroche found Marius at the far end of the barricade.
“Marius,” he whispered, “on my way back here, I came past your rooms and went in.”
“Why?”whispered Marius.
“I was hungry,” said Gavroche, “the woman in your house is nice.She always gives me something to eat. But she had a letter for you. She gave it to me. It came two days ago, she said.”
“A letter, a letter from whom?”
Suddenly,there was hope in Marius's heart.
“Quick, give it to me.”
The letter was from Cosette.
“My dearestfather says we must leave at once. We go tonight to 7 Rue de l'Homme-Armé, and soon to England. Oh,my dear, how can I live without you? Cosette.”
Marius read this letter four times and then kissed it.
She still loved him.
He must write back to her and say his last goodbye.
There was still no sound of soldiers in the street.
He found some paper and a pencil.
“Cosette dearest, I came to the Rue Plume, but you were gone already. We cannot marry. I went to my grandfather, and he said no. I have no money, and you have no money. I love you, I can never forget you. The fighting begins here very soon. When I am dead, don't be sad. Our love was beautiful. Marius.”
He called to Gavroche,“I want you to take this letter to the Rue de l'Homme-Armé. Can you do that for me?”
“Yes, but, but now…” said Gavroche, “I am staying here for the fighting, I can shoot too, you know?”
“Gavroche,you're just a boy, we don't want you to die in the fighting, stay away from the shooting. And this letter is very important to me. It must go now. I want you to put it into Cosette's hands. Please, Gavroche.”
“Oh, very well.”said Gavroche.
He took the letter, put it inside his shirt, and ran off into the dark.
When Valjeanand Cosette left the house in Rue Plumet, Cosette was very sad.
Valjean saw this, but he said nothing.
In the Rue de l'Homme-Armé, Cosette stayed in her bedroom, Toussaint took her meals up to her in the night.
Valjean could not sleep.
The city was quiet, but for how long?
He went outside the house and stood in the street, listening.
There were voices in the next street, and then he heard singing, a boy singing.
Gavroche came up the street, looking at the house numbers.
He saw Valjean and stopped.
“Well, young man, watch the news,” said Valjean,
“The news is now I'm hungry.” said Gavroche.
Valjean put his hand in his pocket and found a five-franc piece.
Gavroche stared at it.
He didn't see many five-franc pieces, and he was very pleased to see this one.
He put it in his pocket.
“You're all right,” he said, “Do you live in this street? Do you know number 7?”
“What do you want with number 7?” said Valjean.
“Letter forsomeone.” said Gavroche.
“A woman?”Valjean stared at him.
He felt cold.
“A woman.”
“Cosette”, he remembered once, the young man in the Luxembourg, he tried to smile.
“That's the letter for Cosette,” he said, “I'm waiting for it.”
“Yes, that's her. Well, here you are.” said Gavroche, “It comes from the barricade in the Rue de la Chanvrerie. I'm going back there now. Goodnight, monsieur.”
Jean Valjean went back into the house with Marius's letter.
He read it quickly.
“I love you, I can never forget you…”
So Cosette, his dear, dear daughter, was in love, she was his world.
Without her, his life was nothing, he could not even think about it.
“When I am dead, don't be sad”, those words gave him hope.
So the young man was one of the rebels at the barricade.
“When the soldiers start shooting,” he thought, “that's the end of all the rebels. I do nothing, I say nothing, I keep this letter and poof, nothing changes in our lives.”
But Valjean did not feel easy, he remembered all their happy years as father and daughter.
And he saw again Cosette's sad eyes, when they left the Rue Plumet.
How could he take her away to England?
He turned and went out of the room.
A little later, he left the house wearing dark clothes and carrying a gun, and walked away down the street.
翻译
第五章：爱与反叛
那么，马吕斯的计划究竟是什么呢？
其实很简单。
他想娶珂赛特，但他身无分文，而他的祖父却很有钱。
他必须去求祖父，但祖父是个老人，而老人的观念是很难改变的。
祖父冲他大吼，马吕斯也毫不退让地顶嘴，结果可想而知，谈话不欢而散。
第二天傍晚，他像往常一样来到普吕梅街。
花园里空无一人。
整栋房子漆黑一片，窗户紧闭，珂赛特和她父亲已经搬走了。
没有珂赛特，马吕斯根本活不下去。
他万念俱灰，只想一死了之，但加夫罗什告诉他，他的朋友们需要他。
那是1832年6月，学生和工人们涌上巴黎的街头，将反叛的火种播撒到整座城市，所有人都起来反抗政府。
很快，马吕斯便手持火枪，站在了街垒之后。
他感到一种悲壮的决绝，因为士兵的子弹随时都可能夺走他的生命。
这是一个动荡危险的时代。
冉阿让在普吕梅街附近的一条街上看见了沙威警长。
他在那儿干什么？警察是不是在监视他的住处？
冉阿让没有等到天亮，当晚便带着珂赛特离开了普吕梅街。
他们搬到了武人街7号，并开始为前往英国做准备。
在这样的乱世之中，爱情该何去何从？
当士兵们在兵工厂大楼前发起进攻时，人群四散奔逃，在城市的街巷中四处乱窜。
马吕斯和他的朋友们来到了尚夫雷里街，在那里筑起了一座街垒。
街垒有两米多高，由木头和石头堆砌而成。
在街垒后方，起义者们严阵以待，等待着士兵的到来。
夜幕降临，但什么也没有发生。
安灼拉是学生们的领袖，他把加夫罗什叫到身边。
“你个子小，”他说，“没人会注意到你。去城里侦察一下，然后把消息带回来。”
刚过午夜，加夫罗什就回来了。
“士兵们还没行动，”他说，“但人非常多。”
他突然停下脚步，压低声音说：“嘿，那是谁？那边那个高个子男人？”
安灼拉和马吕斯转头望去。
“我不认识他。”马吕斯说。
“整晚都有人在街垒周围走来走去，”安灼拉说，“怎么回事？加夫罗什，你认识他吗？”
“认识，”加夫罗什悄声说，“他不是我们的人，是个密探，警察的密探，名叫沙威。他有一次在河边把我拦住，把我关了一整夜。”
“你确定吗，加夫罗什？”马吕斯问。
“我百分之百确定，”加夫罗什说，“他就是个密探。”
起义者们最痛恨密探。
安灼拉手下的四个人猛扑向沙威，把他拽进街垒后面的酒馆，牢牢地绑在墙上。
“路易，现在就把他毙了吗？”其中一个人问。
“晚点再说，”安灼拉说，“他可以先留着。”
他们回到街垒外，继续倾听是否有士兵逼近的脚步声。
加夫罗什在街垒的尽头找到了马吕斯。
“马吕斯，”他低声说，“我回来的路上，经过你的住处，就顺便进去了一趟。”
“去干什么？”马吕斯问。
“我饿了，”加夫罗什说，“你屋里的那个女人人挺好的，总是给我点吃的。不过她有一封给你的信。她说那是两天前到的，就交给了我。”
“一封信？谁的信？”
马吕斯的心里突然燃起了一丝希望。
“快，给我！”
那是珂赛特写来的信。
“我最亲爱的父亲说我们必须立刻离开。我们今晚就要搬到武人街7号，很快就会去英国。哦，亲爱的，没有你我该怎么活？珂赛特。”
马吕斯把信读了四遍，然后深深地吻了它。
她依然爱着他。
他必须给她写封回信，作最后的道别。
街上依然没有士兵的动静。
他找来纸笔。
“我最亲爱的珂赛特：我去了普吕梅街，但你们已经走了。我们无法结婚了。我去求了祖父，但他拒绝了。我没有钱，你也没有。我爱你，我永远无法将你忘记。这里的战斗马上就要打响了。当我死后，请不要悲伤。我们的爱是美好的。马吕斯。”
他叫来加夫罗什：“我想让你把这封信送到武人街。你能帮我这个忙吗？”
“能是能，但现在……”加夫罗什说，“我要留在这里参加战斗，你知道吗，我也能开枪的？”
“加夫罗什，你只是个孩子，我们不想让你死在战场上，离枪林弹雨远点。而且这封信对我来说至关重要。它必须立刻送出。我要你亲手交到珂赛特手里。求你了，加夫罗什。”
“哦，那好吧。”加夫罗什说。
他接过信，把它塞进衬衫里，一头扎进了黑夜中。
当冉阿让和珂赛特离开普吕梅街的住处时，珂赛特伤心欲绝。
冉阿让看在眼里，却什么也没说。
在武人街的住处，珂赛特把自己关在卧室里，夜里由老女仆杜桑把饭菜端上去给她。
冉阿让无法入睡。
城市虽然安静，但这平静又能维持多久呢？
他走出屋子，站在街上侧耳倾听。
邻街传来了人声，接着他又听到了歌声，是一个男孩在唱歌。
加夫罗什顺着街道走来，一边走一边看着门牌号。
他看见了冉阿让，便停了下来。
“小伙子，有什么消息吗？”冉阿让问。
“现在的消息就是：我饿了。”加夫罗什回答。
冉阿让把手伸进口袋，摸出一枚五法郎的硬币。
加夫罗什盯着那枚硬币。
他很少能见到五法郎的硬币，看到它让他非常高兴。
他把硬币装进口袋。
“你人不错，”他说，“你住在这条街上吗？你知道7号在哪儿吗？”
“你找7号干什么？”冉阿让问。
“给里面的人送信。”加夫罗什说。
“是给一位女士的吗？”冉阿让紧紧盯着他。
他感到一阵寒意。
“是给一位女士的。”
“珂赛特……”他想起了卢森堡公园里的那个年轻人，勉强挤出一丝微笑。
“那是给珂赛特的信，”他说，“我在等这封信。”
“对，就是给她的。喏，给你。”加夫罗什说，“信是从尚夫雷里街的街垒送来的。我现在得回去了。晚安，先生。”
冉阿让拿着马吕斯的信回到了屋里。
他飞快地看了一遍。
“我爱你，我永远无法将你忘记……”
原来，他亲爱的女儿恋爱了。她就是他的一切。
如果没有她，他的生命将毫无意义，他甚至不敢去想那种可能。
“当我死后，请不要悲伤”，这句话给了他一丝希望。
原来，那个年轻人就是街垒里的起义者之一。
“一旦士兵们开火，”他想，“那些起义者就全完了。我什么都不做，什么都不说，只要把这封信藏起来，然后‘噗’的一下，我们俩的生活就不会有任何改变。”
但冉阿让的心里并不踏实。他回想起了他们作为父女相伴的那些快乐岁月。
他又看到了离开普吕梅街时，珂赛特那双悲伤的眼睛。
他怎么能就这样把她强行带到英国去呢？
他转过身，走出了房间。
