Chinese version of "the cask of Amontillado"

"The cask of Amontillado"--Edgar Allan Poe

The Chinese translation is as follows:

The cask of Amontillado

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Fortunato persecuted me in every possible way, and I tried my best to endure it, but once he dared to insult me, I vowed to take revenge. You have long been familiar with my temperament

, it may not be appropriate for me to scare people with my talk. One day I will take revenge.

This attitude was unswerving. Since I had made up my mind not to change my mind, I never thought that there would be danger. Not only do I want to make him suffer, but I also want to do it to prevent future troubles. The one who took revenge will get his retribution, and the revenge will be lost. If a person takes revenge by not letting his enemy know who harmed him, then the revenge will be lost.

Needless to say, not a single word or action of mine aroused Fortunato's suspicion of any evil intentions. I still greeted him with a smile as usual, but he didn't see that I was smiling because I thought of killing him.

Although Fortunato was respectable and even awe-inspiring in some aspects, he had a weakness. He boasted that he was an experienced wine connoisseur. Italy

Few Italians have the temperament of a true connoisseur. Most of their enthusiasm was used to adapt to the situation and adjust to the situation, so that the wealthy people in Britain and Austria would be fooled.

When it comes to ancient paintings and jewelry, Fortunato, like his compatriots, is rhetorical, but when it comes to old wine, he really knows the goods.

I am roughly the same as him on this point - I am also an expert on Italian wine, and if I can, I will buy it in large quantities.

In the lively carnival, one evening, just as the dusk was dim, I met this friend. He greeted me affectionately because he was full of wine. This guy was dressed as a clown, wearing a variegated striped tights and a round pointed hat with a bell attached to it. I was so happy to see him

that I couldn't help but want to hold his hand for a long time.

I said to him: "Brother, nice to meet you, nice to meet you. You look really good today. I got a big barrel of so-called white wine (Spanish

Yamo A sweet wine produced by Tilia), but I’m not sure.”

“What?” He said, “I don’t think you can get it during the carnival.” ?”

“I’m not worried,” I replied, “I was so stupid that I paid the full price of the white wine without consulting you.

I'm afraid of missing out on this deal."

"White wine!"

"I'm not sure."

"White wine. Wine!"

"I must let go of this!"

"White wine!"

"Look, I'm going to find Lucre. He is the only one who can taste wine. He will tell me——"

"But some fools insist that his eyesight is as good as yours."

"Quick, let's do that. Let's go."

"Where?"

"Go to your cellar."

"Brother, this won't work; I don't want to deceive you. Just trouble you. I see something is wrong with you. Lucresi——"

"I'm fine, come on."

"Brother, it's okay. It's so cold, I don't think you can stand it. The cellar is very wet."

"Let's go, the cold is nothing! Speaking of Lucrece, he can't even tell the difference between sherry and white wine."

As he spoke, Fortunato took my arm; I put on the black silk mask and wrapped my short cloak tightly around me. I stayed here, so he urged me to go to the mansion.

None of the servants at home were seen, and they all took the opportunity to sneak out to celebrate the festival. I told them that I would not go home until the next morning, and also made it clear to them that I was not allowed to go out. I knew it well, and with this order, I guarantee that as soon as I turned around, everyone would be gone.

I took two torches from the candlestick, gave one to Fortunato, and led him through several sets of rooms, into the arcade, leading to the cellar, and down a long path

< p>A spiral staircase, please follow it all the way and be careful.

We finally reached the foot of the stairs and stood on the wet ground in the crypt of Montresor's house.

My friend’s steps were shaky, and with every step he took, the bell on his hat jingled.

"What about the barrel of wine?" he said.

"In front," I said, "you have to pay attention to the white spider webs on the wall that are glowing."

He turned back to me, his eyes were watery and drunk. Staring at me.

"Nitrogen?" he finally asked.

"Nitrogen," I replied, "how long have you had that cough?"

"Uh-huh! Uh-huh! - Uh-huh! Uh-huh! Uh-huh! Hey! Uh-hey! Uh-hey! Uh-hey! Uh-hey! My poor friend couldn't answer for a long time.

"Nothing," he said at last.

"Well," I still replied, "let's go back, your health is important. You are rich and powerful, admired by everyone, and popular; you are like me

In the past It's just as happy. It's really not a trivial matter. Let's go back. I can't bear it. Besides, there's Lucresi——"

< p>"Stop talking," he said, "Coughing is nothing, you won't die from coughing. I won't cough to death."

"Yes--yes," I replied, "Seriously. , I don't mean to scare you - but you have to take precautions. Take a sip of Medoc to get rid of the moisture."

As I said this, I got out of the dirt. From a long list of wine bottles, he picked up a bottle of wine and smashed the neck of the bottle.

"Drink," I handed him the wine.

He glanced at me and raised the bottle to his lips. He rested his hand, nodded to me affectionately, and the bell on his hat jingled.

"I drink to those around me who are sleeping underground," he said.

"I drink to you for a long life."

He held my arm again, and we continued walking forward.

"These cellars are really big," he said.

"The Montresor family is a rich family with many descendants." I answered.

“I forgot the family crest on your house.”

“A huge human foot, golden, against the sky blue of Beijing. When the python is trampled, the snake bites the heel. ”

“What about the family motto?”

“Anyone who hurts me will be punished.”

< p>"Wonderful!" he said.

After drinking, his eyes were shining and the bell on his hat jingled again. I drank Medoc, and my thoughts became even more random. We

we walked through a long corridor of corpses and large and small wine barrels, and entered the deepest part of the tomb. I stopped again, and this time I boldly grabbed Fu Tu

< p>Nato's upper arm.

"Snitre!" I said, "Look, there are more and more. Like moss, hanging on the vault. We are under the river bed. Water droplets are dripping in the bones

Here. Come on, let’s go back as soon as possible. You cough—”

“It’s okay,” he said, “but let me drink some Medoc first.” /p>

I opened a bottle of Gravet and handed it to him. He drank it all in one breath, his eyes suddenly filled with murderous intent, he laughed, and threw the bottle up. I didn't understand what that gesture meant.

I looked at him in surprise. He made the gesture again—a curious gesture.

"You don't understand?" he said.

"I don't understand." I answered.

"Then you are not a fellow."

"What?"

"You are not a mason. (The original text is mason, in English mason According to the origin of the Freemasonry and the medieval times, it was originally a secret group of the Masons' Union, with the purpose of helping each other, and they communicated with each other by secret codes when they met. )"

"Yes, yes," I said, "Yes, yes."

"You? You are?"

"I am," I answered.

"Where's the code," he said, "where's the code?"

"This is it," I said, taking out a trowel from under the folds of my short cloak.

"You're kidding me," he shouted, taking a few steps back.

"Let's go ahead and look at the white wine."

"Okay," I said, putting the trowel back under my cloak and stretching out my arm to support him. He leaned heavily on my arm

. Then I continued walking forward and down, and arrived at a deep tomb. The air here was turbid, and the torch in my hand suddenly lost its light, leaving only flames.

At the end of the tomb, a narrower tomb appeared. The walls were lined with corpses, piled high up to the vaults, just like the great tombs in Paris. The tomb inside has three walls, still stacked like this. The bones on another side were pushed over and piled in a mess on the ground, forming a rather large mound of bones.

Between the walls where the bones were removed, there was a tomb, or niche, about four feet deep, three feet wide, and six or seven feet high

ruler. It seems that it was not intended for any special purpose when it was built. It was just a gap between two large pillars under the roof of the tomb, with a solid granite wall behind it.

Fortunato raised the dim torch and tried his best to peer into the depths of the niche, but his efforts were in vain, the light was weak and he could not see the bottom.

"Go ahead," I said, "the white wine is right here. Lucresi——"

"He's an expert," my friend said, swaying Walking forward, he interjected, and I walked in right behind his butt. In the blink of an eye

he reached the end of the alcove. When he saw that the way was blocked by rocks, he was helpless and stunned. After a while, I had locked him to the granite wall.

There are two iron rings on the wall, about two feet apart. A short chain hung from one ring, and a large lock hung from the other. In just a moment

he was chained around his waist. He was so panicked that he forgot to resist. I pulled out the key and backed out of the alcove.

"Reach out your hand and touch the wall," I said, "to make sure you touch the saltpeter. It's really wet. Let me beg you again to go back. Not going back? Then

< p>I have to leave you. But I have to do my best to take care of you first."

"White wine!" My friend was shocked and couldn't help shouting.

"Yes," I replied, "white wine."

As I said that, I was busy among the piles of bones mentioned above. I threw the bones away and soon took out a lot of stones and mortar for building walls. I

used these materials and relied on the trowel to build a wall at the entrance of the niche.

I didn’t even finish laying the first layer of stones, but I knew that Fortunato was probably so drunk that he woke up. First I heard a faint hum

from deep in the alcove. It's not like a drunkard's cry. Then there was a silence that lasted for a long time. I built the second layer, then the third layer, and then the fourth layer; then I heard the sound of the chains shaking desperately.

It kept ringing for several minutes. I simply stopped what I was doing and sat down on the pile of bones in order to hear it more satisfactorily. When his voice finally became silent, he picked up the trowel again and continued to build the fifth, sixth, and seventh floors without stopping. At this time, the brickwork is almost chest level. I rested my hand again and raised the torch to the stone wall. A faint ray of firelight shone on the figure inside.

Suddenly, the chained figure let out a series of sharp and loud shouts from his throat, as if trying desperately to scare me away. For a moment

I couldn't make up my mind and was shaking. Soon I pulled out my long sword and started groping in the niche with the long sword in my hand.

After thinking about it again, I felt relieved again. I rested my hand on the solid structure of the tomb and felt at ease. When I walked to the wall again, the man yelled loudly, and I yelled at him too. When he screamed, I responded. My scream was louder and brighter than his. With this shout, the other party's shouting voice became mute.

It was already midnight and I was almost done. The eighth, ninth, and tenth floors have already been built, and the last floor, the tenth floor, is almost finished; all that needs to be done is to embed the last stone and then plaster it. Stucco will do. I tried my best to hold up this heavy stone and put the corner of the stone in its original position.

Unexpectedly, a deep laughter came from the alcove at this time, which made my hair stand on end. Then there was a shrill sound, and it was difficult to recognize that it was the voice of Mr. Fortunato.

All I could hear was - "Ha! Ha! Ha! - Hee! Hee! Hee! - This is really a big joke - a wonderful joke, look back

< p>It’s great to laugh at the mansion—hee! Hee!—and laugh while drinking—hee! Hee!”

“White wine!”

"Hee! Hee! Hee! - Hee! Hee! Hee! - Yes, white wine. But is it too late? Mrs. Fortunato and the others are not in business

Are you waiting for us in the hotel? Let's go!"

"Yes," I said, "Let's go!"

"For God's sake, let's go! !”

“Yes,” I said, “For God’s sake.”

Who would have thought that after I said this, I couldn’t hear a single reply. Gradually, I couldn't hold my breath anymore, so I shouted: "Fortunato!"

There was no answer. I call again.

"Fortunato!"

Still no answer. I inserted the torch into the hole in the wall that had not yet been built and threw it in. Unexpectedly, there was only a tinkling sound. I couldn't help but feel sick

This was because of the humidity in the tomb. I finished quickly.

Tuck the last stone in and plaster it. Next to this new wall, the bones were piled up again. It had been untouched for fifty years. May

the deceased rest in peace!

Extended information

Edgar Allan Poe's Gothic novels not only mixed the suspense, romance, murder, horror and other popular elements of traditional Gothic novels, but also expressed His unique creative concept and his concern for the early American native culture and the irrational emotions of people in a capitalist society driven by material desires made his Gothic novels break the boundaries between serious novels and popular novels to a certain extent. It achieves spiritual communication with readers in a broader aesthetic space.

Edgar Allan Poe's successful attempt to combine Gothic stories with detective stories had a great influence on subsequent generations of writers. “Edith Wharton, William Faulkner, Eudora Welty, Flannery O’Connor, Hart Crane, Stephen King, and many other writers borrowed from love. Poe's Gothic style. All this illustrates the great influence that Poe's Gothic novels have on the aesthetic level and its powerful aesthetic function. ?

References Baidu. Encyclopedia--Allen Poe