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What is the translation of a great clown?

The fiddler Translation

My poems were severely insulted in newspapers and periodicals. How could fate be so unfair to me! I can't stand being a nobody my whole life. This is really a trick of fate!

I grabbed my hat, threw the newspaper, and rushed to Broadway, where a large crowd of people were happily rushing to the circus beside the street, and the performance had just begun. , it is said that the clown in the circus was famous for his outstanding performances.

After a while, my old friend Standal came over to greet me.

Nice to meet you, Helstone, my young man. Oops, how are you doing lately? There was no murder or arson, right? Don't you have to flee? You look like you've been stimulated by something!

"You've seen it all, right? (Have you seen those comments in the newspapers?)" I said, thinking that of course it was with that damn person. Public opinion matters.

Oh, by the way, I was watching the show there this morning. The clown was really awesome. I believe you think so too. Here comes Hetbol. "This is Hetbol, ??this is Helstone"

I have neither the time nor the inclination to mention this embarrassing misunderstanding, so I focus on When I arrived at the new face I had just met (Stendahl introduced him to me very hastily), I immediately felt some comfort in my heart. He is short, fat, and somewhat boyish, but he is quite lively. He has a ruddy complexion with a hint of country air, and his eyes are sincere, joyful and steady. Just from his hair, it was revealed that he was not an old boy. Judging by his hair, I think he's in his forties.

"Stendahl, come on!" He called to my friend excitedly, "Aren't you going to see that circus show? They said that The clown is so good that no one can imitate him. Come on, Mr. Helstone, let's go to Taylor's for a nice stew and some drinks after the circus show. "Small wine."

This rather unusual new friend is rich in content, humorous, rosy, and has a particularly sincere attitude. He treats me like a charm. had an impact. To accept such a sincere and gracious invitation is as true as man can be true to his nature.

While watching the circus performance, I focused more on Hutbol than on the famous clown. I was completely fascinated by Hetbol. I was impressed by the genuine joy he conveyed. He seemed to be repeating the clown's jokes, just like he was tasting delicious food over and over again. His dancing expressed his enthusiasm for the circus. If any of his reactions seemed unusual, he would look back at Standal and me to see if we could understand the joy he was sharing. In a forty-year-old man, I saw the shadow of a twelve-year-old boy. Despite this, my respect for him has not diminished at all.

Because all of Heteboer's performances are so real and unpretentious, and every conversation and behavior is so appropriate. There is also a kind of pure good character, so Heteboer's great innocence carries such a sacred and immortal spirit, which is like the Greek god who remains young forever.

However, no matter how much I paid attention to Heteboer, no matter how much I admired his temperament, the bad emotions that started when I rushed out of the house still did not completely disappear. And I'm still disturbed by those bad emotions from time to time. I finally came to my senses from these recurring bouts of bad mood, and soon turned my attention again to the Broadway Theater in the Amphitheater, where there was an audience that expressed great love and appreciation for the circus.

listen! Applause, stomping, raucous cheers; many in the audience seemed to be going crazy with their admiration; I pondered for a moment, what could be causing all these cheers? The clown just grinned comically and got everyone cheering?

Then the wonderful part of my poem "The Greek gods can uphold the fairness brought by war" kept reappearing in my mind. Yeah, yeah, I thought to myself, if I ran into the circus right now and repeated that part of, oh no, the whole tragic poem in front of them, they would be cheering like a clown. Applaud me as a poet? No, they would just boo me, they would just call me a fool or a lunatic. What does this prove? Is it my own self-admiration or their ignorance? It may be both, but it is undoubtedly the former. But why do I think this? Do I need them to appreciate my poems as if they were a clown? Recall what an Athenian said. When he cheered loudly in public, the Athenian would quietly ask his friends, what stupid thing did he just say?

I cast my eyes again on the circus performance, and on the face of the radiant Hetbol. It was obvious that this pure joy simply defied my contempt for those people. My paranoid pride was blamed. However, Hutboer could not imagine that his smile was criticizing me like magic. At that moment I felt a harsh rebuke, his joyful look, his waving hands, his triumphant raising of his voice as the boundless clown told another joke.

The circus show was over and we went to Taylor's restaurant. We sat at one of the small marble tables and ordered a pot of stew and a little wine. Hutbol sat across from me. Even though he was recovering well from the revelry he had just had, there was an aura of joy about his face. But there is one more characteristic that was not so obvious before: showing a certain kind of calm and composed judgment. His good judgment and sense of humor were mobilized. His conversation with Standal went on, so I said little, almost nothing, and I became more and more attracted by the good sense he showed in most of the topics he discussed. , Heteboer seems to be able to directly find an exact line between enthusiasm and indifference. Obviously, when he looks at the world objectively, he will not blindly follow theory to prove the black and white of the world. Putting aside all thoughts, he accepted only the facts. He will not easily veto the bad aspects, and he will not denigrate the good aspects with a pessimistic attitude. He can accept all the good and bad with joy and be grateful. It was obvious, at least at that moment, that his alien happiness was neither emotionally deficient nor mentally defective.

He suddenly remembered that he had another appointment, so he picked up his hat, bowed to us in a friendly way to say goodbye, and then left. .

Hey, Helstone, what do you think of your new friend? Standal said, tapping the marble table lightly.

These last two words contain special meanings.

"It really gave me a lot of experience," I repeated, "Stendahl, I really want to thank you for introducing him to me. This is my first experience." One of the most bizarre and extraordinary people in my life. You really need to see it with your own eyes to know that such a person exists."

"You seem to like him very much. ," Standal said with a sarcastic but expressionless expression.

"I like and envy him very much! Standal, I really wish I was Hetbol!"

Huh? What a shame! But there is only one Hetbol in this world.

This sentence once again made me fall into deep thought, and somehow aroused the dark emotions in my heart.

I sneered angrily and said: "His happiness comes from his just good temper and just a little bit of good luck. He has Everyone can see that he has good judgment. However, good judgment does not mean that he is smart. No, it is precisely because he has no talent that he has such judgment. It is precisely because of the lack of talent that he has happiness.

Do you think he is not an extraordinary person? A genius?

What?! Can such a short and fat guy be called a genius? Skinny people are right.

Huh? Can't you imagine that Hutboer was also talented, but he was lucky to get rid of it and ended up being slow? What about those who are slowly getting fat?

Removing a genius from his talent is like recuperating a person suffering from consumption. It is impossible. Unrealistic.

“Huh? What you said is too absolute! "

I became even more angry, and I said loudly: "That's it, Standal. "After all, your happy Heteboer is not a role model for you and me. It is precisely because of his mediocre qualifications and simple mind that his ideas are so simple and clear; it is precisely because his general ability is very weak, That's why his emotions are so easily controlled; it's precisely because he was born this way that he is so happy. Think about it, a confident man like you, an ambitious dreamer like me, How can Hetboer be a satisfactory role model for us? There is nothing that can drive him beyond his bottom line, and there is nothing else he can do to restrain himself. If he had been inspired by ambition, if he had been affirmed even just once, if he had been scorned, Heteboer would have been spared all harm from moral principles. There will be extremely big changes, at least he will not be like now. From birth to death, he has lived a stable life naturally. There is no doubt that he can only be an ordinary person in this life.

“Huh? "

"Why do you say 'ah' to me in surprise every time I finish speaking? "

"Have you heard of Betty the Leader? "

"He is a great British talent who long ago replaced Siddons and Kembles at Drury Lane with his outstanding performances. The whole town applauded and cheered for him crazily. "

Stendahl said: "The same. "He tapped the marble table gently again.

I looked at him in confusion. He looked mysterious. He seemed to understand the meaning of our conversation. Points but expressed in a very implicit way, which makes me even more confused.

" What is the relationship between such a talented 12-year-old British boy Betty and such an ordinary 40-year-old American Hutbol? "

"Oh, there is no relationship between them at all. I think they must have never met each other, and Betty may have passed away before this happened. ”

“Across the ocean, why bother a person who has passed away and bring him up in real-life discussions? "

"Well, forget about it, I'm deeply sorry for that. So continue with your thoughts on Hetbol.

You think he has no talent and is easily satisfied, which is why he is so happy and fat. Is this why you think he is not a role model for ordinary people? Haven't those whose virtues have been forgotten, whose geniuses have been ignored, and those who have been condemned for their useless ideas, gained some valuable experience? In fact, these three types of people are the same thing. You appreciate his happiness, but you also despise his mediocrity. Poor Hetbol! It’s unbelievable that it’s your happiness that makes you despised! ”

I’m not saying that I look down on him. It’s unfair for you to say that. I just want to express that he is not a role model for me.

Suddenly, there was a sound next to me, which caught my attention. I looked back and saw Hetbol again. He was very happy to sit back where he had just been. The seat left.

“I was late for the appointment, so I want to come back and continue chatting with you. Come on, you have sat here long enough, why not? It's only a five-minute walk to my place. "

"If you promise to play the violin for us, we will go. ”

Hmph, he can also be considered a violinist!? No wonder today’s geniuses don’t want to see how the violinist plays (fast or slow) (because Even someone with such mediocre qualifications as Heteboer can be considered a violinist), which makes me even more unhappy.

"I am willing to play the violin until you are satisfied. So far, come on! ”

A few minutes later, we arrived at a street near Broadway. We walked into a house that looked a bit like a warehouse and went up to the fifth floor. There are all kinds of strange furniture, as if they were bought bit by bit from the auction of outdated household items, but what is noticeable is that these furniture look quite clean and comfortable.

Stendahl urged Heteboer to play the violin for us, so Heteboer immediately took out his old dented violin and sat on a rocking table. He sat on the high stool and played "Yankee Song" one after another and talked about a few free and light songs impromptuly. Sitting on an old stool, his rust-colored hat was tilted on his head, one foot was hanging in the air, and he was pulling the magic bow back and forth. At this moment, all my bad emotions were gone. Even the little bit of residual bad emotions disappeared, and even my original bad emotions succumbed to this magical violin.

"How do you feel? ? Doesn't it look a bit like Orpheus? Um? "Stendahl nudged my lower left rib mischievously.

"I feel like a enchanted Bren Bear. "I murmured to myself.

The violin playing stopped. I became even more curious about him, so I once again focused my attention on this faceless man. Hetboer's expression showed that he just didn't want to answer anything at this time.

After we left, Standal and I stood there again. In the street I begged Standal with great earnestness to tell me who this great Hetbol was.

"Oh! Haven't you seen him? Why are you asking me who he is? When you were in Taylor's restaurant, he was sitting across from you, and his entire being was in front of you. Didn't you understand this clearly enough? I really don't understand. What else do you want to know? There is no doubt that the keen insight you possess has already reached a state of omniscience. "

" Standal, please stop making fun of me. You must be hiding something from me. Please, tell me, who is Hetbol? "

"What an extraordinary genius, Helstone. "Stendahl suddenly told me enthusiastically.

"He became famous when he was young. He performed from one city to another, and every performance was unprecedented. At one time, even wise men marveled at his talent, and even the cutest people liked him. He also won thousands of awards. The admiration and love of millions of people. But now he is walking on Broadway, with people and cars coming and going. He is walking on the road, just like you and me, rubbing shoulders with pedestrians. He has received honors many times. , what a glamorous celebrity, but now, as you can see, he is just casually wearing a beaver sweater. He once had a lot of good luck, and his violin playing brought him a steady stream. He has gained as much money as good luck. Now, in order to make a living, he goes from house to house teaching people how to play the violin. He used to be famous; now, he has no reputation. He is also funny. He is very talented but not burdened by fame. He is happier than the king now, and he is more of a genius now than before."

"Then what is his real name?"

"Close your ear and I will tell you in a low voice."

"No! Standal, I used to cheer for him in the theater when I was a child until I was hoarse."

"I have also heard that people are very fond of your poems. The level of recognition is not impressive." Standal suddenly changed the subject.

"For God's sake! Don't ever mention that again!" I shouted. "If Cicero had traveled to the East, he would have found some solace in seeing those once prosperous cities destroyed; then when I see Heteboer, his palace of fame has collapsed, but his heart is still full of flowers. , still very talented and connotative, so these little things about me are not worth mentioning.

The next day, I tore up all the manuscripts and kept them to myself. Bought a violin and took regular violin lessons from Heterboer.

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