Describe people who buy fake wine.

A Bucket of Amontillado & edgar allan poe

The Chinese translation is as follows:

Armando Tirado's bucket

Feltonado persecuted me in every way, and I tried to bear it in my heart, but once he dared to insult me, I vowed to take revenge, and you would have done it already.

Knowing my natural temper, I don't have to scare people when I say it. I will get my revenge one day.

This concern is firm, and since I made up my mind not to change it, I didn't expect it to be dangerous. I will not only try my best to help him, but also try my best.

Trouble in the future. Revenge yourself, get what you deserve, and revenge will be gone. The avenger won't let his enemies know who hurt him, and his revenge will be gone.

Safe.

Needless to say, my words and deeds did not arouse Fortunato's suspicion, and he thought it was a bad intention. Still smiling at him as usual, but he

I didn't see it. Now I'm laughing because I want to kill him.

Fortunato is respectable, even awesome in some ways, but he has one weakness. He boasted that he was an expert in wine tasting. Italy

Few people in Italy have the temperament of a real expert. Most of their enthusiasm is used to improvise and see what happens, so that Britain and Austria can

The rich were fooled.

When it comes to ancient paintings and jewelry, Fortunato likes to brag as much as his compatriots, but when it comes to old wine, he really knows the goods. this

I'm almost like him-I'm an expert on Italian wine, and I buy as much as I can.

In the midst of a lively carnival, one evening, just as the twilight was boundless, I met this friend. He greeted me kindly because of his stomach.

Full of wine. This guy is dressed as a clown, wearing a striped tights, a pointed hat and a bell. I saw that he was really tall.

I was so excited that I couldn't help shaking his hand for a long time.

I said to him, "man, nice to meet you, nice to meet you." You look great today. I got a vat of so-called white wine (Spanish)

A sweet wine made in Montilla), but I don't trust it. "

"Why?" He said, "White wine? A vat? Not really! Where to get it during the carnival? "

"I don't trust," I replied. "It was silly of me to pay for all the liquor without consulting you. Look, look.

I can't see you, but I'm afraid I'll miss the deal. "

"white wine!"

"I am not at ease."

"white wine!"

"I must let go of this heart!"

"white wine!"

"Look, you have something, I just want to find Luke Leahy. Only he can taste wine. He will tell me-"

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

"Come on, let's go."

"Where to?"

"Go to your cellar."

"Dude, it doesn't work; I don't want to bully you, so please. I think something is wrong with you. Luke Leahy-"

"I'm fine, come on."

"Dude, it's no use. There's nothing to do, but it's freezing. I don't think you can stand it. There is a terrible tide in the cellar. The walls are all nitrates. "

"Let's go, cold nothing. White wine! You can be fooled. Speaking of Lucrexi, he can't even tell Sydney from liquor. "

When he said this, Fortunato grabbed my arm. I put on a black silk mask and wrapped my short cloak tightly, so he urged me to go to the mansion.

There were no servants at home, so they all took the opportunity to sneak out for the holidays. I told them that I wouldn't go home until the next morning and told them

Ming, don't go out. I know it, so I can guarantee that as soon as I turned around, I ran away one by one.

I took two torches from the candlestick, one for Fortunato, and led him through several rooms, into the arcade and into the cellar for a long walk.

A spiral staircase, please follow him carefully. We finally reached the foot of the stairs and stood in the damp cellar of Montelisso's house.

on the ground

My friend's steps are wobbly, and the bell on his hat jingles when he takes a step.

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

"In front," I said, "you must pay attention to the white cobwebs on the wall."

He turned his back on me and stared at me with two drunken hazy eyes.

"Nitrate?" He finally asked.

"Nitrate," I replied. "How long have you been coughing?"

"Uh hey! Uh, hey! -Uh, hey! Uh, hey! Uh, hey! -Uh, hey! Uh, hey! Uh, hey! -Uh, hey! Uh, hey! Uh, hey! Someone who does the action of ...

Hey! Uh, hey! Uh, hey! "

My poor friend has been unable to answer fluently for a long time.

"Nothing," he said at last.

"Well," I still replied, "let's go home. Your health is very important. You are rich and powerful, admired by everyone and won the hearts of the people; You're just like me.

Happy as ever. If something happens, it's really serious. I don't care. Let's go home. I feel sorry for your illness.

sorry Besides, there is Luke Leahy-"

"Stop it," he said. "Cough is nothing, it won't kill you. I won't cough to death. "

"Yes, yes," I replied, "to be honest, I don't want to scare you-but I must take preventive measures. Take a sip of Medoc.

Let the wine dehydrate. "

After that, I picked up a bottle of wine from a long string of bottles in the mud and smashed the bottleneck.

"Drink," I handed him the wine.

He glanced at me and raised the bottle to his lips. He laid hands on him and nodded affectionately to me, and the bell on his hat jingled.

"I propose a toast to those who are buried underground around us." He said.

"I drink to your longevity."

He took my arm again and we walked on.

"These cellars are really big." He said.

"The Montessori family is a big family with many children and grandchildren," I replied.

"I forgot your family badge."

"Such a big foot, golden, lined with sky-blue Beijing. When you step on a soaring python, the snake tooth will bite the heel. "

"What about family training?"

"Anyone who hurts me will be punished."

"Wonderful!" He said.

After drinking, his eyes sparkled and the bell on his hat jingled again. I'm more paranoid after drinking Medoc. I

The children walked past a long sparerib head and large and small barrels and entered the deepest part of the tomb cellar. I stopped again, and this time I boldly seized the rich road.

The upper arm of NATO.

"Nitrate!" I said, "Look, there are more and more. Hanging from the vault like moss. We are under the river bed. Water drops dripped into the bone.

..... How? Come on, let's go back, or it will be too late. You cough-"

"Nothing," he said. "Let's go down. But let me have another sip of Medoc first. "

I opened a grave and handed it to him. He drank it all at once, and his eyes suddenly became murderous. He lifted the bottle with a smile.

Throw, that gesture, I don't know what it means.

I looked at him in surprise. He made that gesture again-a strange gesture.

"You don't understand?" He said.

"I don't understand." I answered.

"Then you are not in the same boat."

"Why?"

"You are not a mason. (The original text is Mei Sen. In English, bricklayers and masons understand the aid society and the origin of the Middle Ages.

It turned out to be a secret group of the bricklayer's trade union, which aims to help each other and contact each other by secret code when they meet. )"

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

"You? Not really! And you are? "

"I am," I replied.

"What about the password," he said? "What about the code?"

"That's it," I said, taking out a mud knife from the pleats of my short cloak.

"You're kidding," he shouted, taking a step back. "Let's go and see the white wine."

"All right," I said, putting the shovel under my cloak again and reaching out to help him hold it. He leaned heavily on my arm.

Let's go This will go straight ahead, and then go down to a deep grave, where the air is turbid and the torch in hand suddenly disappears.

Light, only flame.

At the end of the tomb, a narrower tomb appeared. The walls are lined with bones, which are as big as those in Paris, all the way to the vault.

So is the tomb cellar. This tomb has three walls, and it is still piled up like this. Another bone was pushed down, which was a mess.

On the ground, it piled up into a pile 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 inches high.

Ruler. It seems that when it was originally built, it was not intended for any special purpose, but it was the gap between two big pillars under the tomb cellar, but it was backed by it.

There is a solid granite wall.

Feltonado raised his dim flashlight and tried to look into the depths of the niche carefully, but in vain, the light was weak and he could not see the end.

"Go ahead," I said. "White wine is here. Luke Leahy-"

"He is an expert," my friend interrupted him. He staggered forward and I followed him in. blink

A few minutes later, he reached the end of the niche. When he saw the rock blocking the way, he was helpless. After a while, I put

He was chained to a granite wall.

There are two iron rings on the wall, about two feet apart. A short chain is hung on one ring and a big lock is hung on the other ring. No brakes.

At that time, he was chained to his waist. He panicked and forgot to resist. I pulled out my key and left the niche.

"Reach out and touch the wall," I said. "Be sure to touch the nitrate. It's really wet. Let me beg you to go back. Not going back? that

I have to leave you. But I have to take care of you first. "

"white wine!" My friend was in shock and could not help crying.

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

I am busy in the pile of bones mentioned above. I threw away the bones and soon took out a lot of stones and plaster to build a wall. I

With these materials and mud knives, I kept building walls at the entrance of the niche.

I didn't even build the first layer of stone, so I knew Fitonado was probably drunk. I first heard a faint hum from the depths of the niche.

Call. That doesn't sound drunk. Then there was a long silence. I paved the second floor, then the third floor, then the fourth floor; receive

I heard the sound of shaking the chain desperately.

It has been ringing for several minutes, so I put down my work and sat on the pile of bones, waiting for it to clatter in order to listen to it more satisfactorily.

The voice of soliciting finally became dumb, so I picked up the trowel again and continued to build the fifth, sixth and seventh floors. At this time, the masonry is almost complete.

Chest. I put down my hand again and raised my flashlight to the stone wall, and the faint light shone on the figure inside.

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

Suddenly, I couldn't make up my mind, and I trembled. Soon I pulled out my sword and groped in the niche with it in my hand.

On second thought, I was relieved. My hand rested on the solid building of the tomb cellar, and I felt very at ease. The man went to the wall again and shouted

Ho, I yelled at him, he called, I answered, louder and brighter than him. This call, the other side shout voice is

Dumb.

It's late at night, and I'm almost finished. The eighth, ninth and tenth floors have been paved, and the last floor is the tenth floor.

The first floor is almost finished; Just insert the last stone and paste it with plaster. I struggled to lift this heavy stone.

Block, put the corner of the stone in its original position.

Who knows that there was a deep laughter from the niche at this moment, which made my hair stand on end. Then there is the harsh voice, which is hard to recognize.

That's the voice of Master Fortunato.

Just listen to say-"ha! Ha! Ha! -Hey! Hey! Hey! This is really a big joke. Great joke. Look back.

When we get to the mansion, we will have a good time-hey! Hey! Hey! Laugh while drinking. Hey! Hey! Hey! "

"white wine!" I said.

"ah! Hey! Hey! -Hey! Hey! Hey! Yes, white wine. But is it still time? Mrs. Fortunato, they are not in public.

Will you wait for us at the museum? Let's go! "

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

"For God's sake, let's go, Montessoro!"

"Yes," I said, "for God's sake."

Who knows that when I said this, I couldn't hear an answer. My heart became impatient, so I shouted, "Fortunato!" " "

There is no answer. I'll call again.

Fortunato!'

Still no answer. I stuffed the flashlight into the unfinished hole in the wall and threw it in. Who knows, there was only a jingle. I can't help feeling sick.

Get up, it's because of the moisture in the tomb cellar. I will finish it soon.

Plug the last stone and put on plaster. Next to this new wall, pile up the bones again. No one has moved in 50 years. hope

The dead rest in peace!

Extended data

Edgar allan poe's Gothic novels not only combine the popular elements of traditional Gothic novels, such as suspense, romance, murder and horror, but also express his unique creative ideas, showing concern for the irrational emotions driven by the early American native culture and capitalist society, thus making his Gothic novels break the boundaries between serious novels and popular novels to a certain extent and realize spiritual communication with readers in a broader aesthetic space.

Edgar Allan Poe successfully combined Gothic novels with detective novels, which had a great influence on later writers. Many writers, such as Edith Wharton, william faulkner, eudora welty, Flannery OConnor, Hart Crane and Stephen King, have borrowed Poe's Gothic style in their works. All these show that Poe's Gothic novels have a great influence on the level of reception aesthetics and have a strong aesthetic function. ?

Refer to Baidu Encyclopedia-Allen Poe