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AMERICAN STORIES - 01/05/2008 - Light and Gentle Things

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感谢南京的网友 Eva Huang 提供了自己的听写稿

(Eva Huang: 我从www.UNSV.com 找到很多VOA Special English American stories的文本,真的十分感谢大家分享.网络资源要大家共享才会越来越丰富且完整.所以,我也想与大家为网络资源出一分力.我听写了几篇,当然里面总有一些我不能听出来,希望贴出来大家指正,这样我会有所收获.)

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Today's story is called "Light and Gentle Things." It was written by William Sayers. Here is Shep O'Neal with this story.

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The snow kept coming down, quietly, ghost-like, covering the land deeper and deeper. It seemed as if it would go on forever. It was the first snowfall of the year. Billy looked through the kitchen window, he felt like diving into the snow and burying himself in its softness.

"Billy!" His mother shouted. She was standing at his side but had to raise her voice because he was not listening.

"Do you have to call me Billy?"

"I meant Bill." His mother answered quickly, "I forgot how close you are to being a man. Go help Pa with the fence."

Billy started out toward the fence. That was the story of his life - fixing this fixing that. He walked slowly. The falling snow had a strange power, a power that did not seem real. It was like magic.

Billy wanted to keep going, wishing there was no fence to reach or to fix. And then suddenly, out across the fields he went, he did not know what he was doing. He liked to help his father, but he kept thinking that at home he would never be more than a boy with small jobs to do.

He crossed the frozen creek and then walked up into the hills. When he came down into the flat lands, he began to run, racing against the whole world. Then he saw his friend Joey standing near his father's barn with a pail in his hand.

"What's got into you?" Joey asked.

"I just feel good, that's all."

"You look a kind of funny," Joey said.

Billy wiped his hot face with snow. "I don't think I ever felt so good."

Joey said he was going to the Town Hall for music and dancing. Billy went with him. The Town Hall was on a hill between two long valleys. As they drove up, they heard music coming out of the hall. Inside the hall the air was sweet and warm. Some of the girls smiled at Billy in a funny way. He could not tell if the smiles were friendly or not. He turned back to the door and decided to stand there for a moment and then go. There was too much noise inside.

"You're standing right in the cold," someone said to him. It was one of Joey's cousins, Sheilla. Sheilla something or other, she lived in the next town. Billy didn't even know her last name. "Oh," he said, his face getting red. He moved a little.

"You are still in it." She said.

Bill looked at her. She was sort of pretty with long black hair and blue green eyes. But Billy wished she would go away. "It's only fresh air." He said,” Go pick on somebody else."

"I am not picking on you. I am trying to help you. That's what."

"Too many thing they are helping when they are not." Billy said.

She studied him. "Well", she said, "That's true." Then she smiled. "You don't like it in here, do you?"

"I feel better outside." He answered. Without thinking, Billy said, "Look, would you like to go out just for a few minutes?"

She turned her head away, then said, ''I will get my coat."

Outside, they stood in the snow looking at the lighted windows of the hall. She walked quietly beside him--a stranger in white coat, shoes and gloves. He could still hear the music from the hall but it was part of the snowfall. It seemed to be made not for dancers but for walkers. It seemed strange and wonderful that there should be someone so near him.

Suddenly he asked, "did you say something?"

"No,'' she said, ''Did you?"

He shook his head.

"What do you think about when you walk like this?" she said.

"Oh, different things. What I like to do and never can. It's daydreaming, I guess."

"Yes," she said, "I do that, too."

The snow seemed to be falling faster now and the music from the hall was gone. From far below came the sound of bells followed by a few coughs from an old car. Then there was just silence as if the snow had cut off all the sounds of the world. Billy looked at her, white coat and hat beside him. They belonged to that world of wonder, that world of magic, that was born with the first snowfall. He touched her head.

"What are you doing?"

"I don't know.'' he said. ''I just…" He stopped. There was nothing real but the snow, even the whiteness of her coat and hat seemed to come from the snow. He turned around. All signs of the road were gone. "We are the only two in the world left." He said.

"Is that why you touch my head?"

He said nothing. But then in a rush of words, bravely, he said, "Maybe I wanted to kiss you."

She laughed. "I wouldn't let you," she said, "I don't like kissing."

"I don't either," he said, "Oh, well, that's a good thing, because you wouldn't really be able to."

"Why not? I'm too strong for you," she said.

"So that's what you think. You're wrong. If I really wanted to, I guess I could do it, all right."

"Dreamer," she gave him a push, and ran back toward the hall. Before he knew it he was after her -- he had caught her. Laughing, she pushed him and down they wnet into the snow. He expected her to let him kiss her now. That's what often happened in the stories he read. Why would she laugh if her struggle against him were real? But she did not let him. She fought him as if she wanted to hurt him, wanted to make him feel small.

"You are a child," she said, pulling away from him.

I should let go, he thought. But he held on to her until he felt that he could hold on forever. He wanted to hold on forever. It was really a simple thing to hug a girl, he thought. Her head had been pushed off and the snow shining on her dark hair. He now felt a strange gentleness for her. As she looked angrily at him, her face red and full of fight, he told himself that it was not the right moment to kiss her. However, he tried to kiss her anyway, more in pride than anything else. But he missed her mouth. He still held on.

As the snow, light and cool as a fresh white sheet, began to cover them. She was getting tired. She was looking at him differently now with less anger. And he tried to kiss her again. This time he did not miss her mouth and met hers fully. Had she moved to meet him? He did not know. In his daydreams, success had always lifted him up. People cheered him. But being able to kiss her was a different kind of success. He did not feel lifted up. There were no cheers. And there was no fire in his blood as some of his dreams made him believe there would be. Instead, he felt something else. He looked at the small hat in the snow, and at the small wet face of one who was not strong enough. He felt sorry for her. This feeling was new to him. He wondered how such a feeling could be part of another feeling that seemed so good. Very gently, Billy kissed her a third time. Then, he let her go and they stood up. He picked up her hat and put it on her head. They began to walk back toward the hall. The music came to them again, as light as the snow that had covered them. As they walked, her hand touched his. She didn't mean to do it. Her touch was just another part of what now seemed to be a world of light and gentle things.

"Do you want to go back in the hall?" she asked. Her voice was slow. She no longer looked so strong.

"I guess not," he answered. "Are you going in?"

"I'd better," she answered, "I came with friends. I'll see you again, won't I?"

Her question surprised him. He had not thought about seeing her again, he was still lost in a dream, thinking of the day's happenings, feeling the wonder and excitement of new born things, like the first snowfall, the first spring flowers, the first feelings of growing up, becoming a man.

Billy heard her ask again, "I'll see you again, won't I?" He shook his head.

"You mean I won't?" she said.

"I mean you will," he answered.

She smiled and went inside.

He began walking along the road toward valley.

The snowfall seemed to be stopping, but he believed that it was last until he got home.

You have just heard the American Story "Light and Gentle things." It was written by William Sayers for the New England magazine called "Yankee".

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Today's story is called "Light and Gentle Things." It was written by William Sayers. Here is Shep O'Neal with this story.
今天的故事名叫《轻与温柔》。作者是 William Sayers。由 Shep O'Neal 朗读。

The snow kept coming down, quietly, ghost-like, covering the land deeper and deeper. It seemed as if it would go on forever. It was the first snowfall of the year. Billy looked through the kitchen window, he felt like diving into the snow and burying himself in its softness.
雪一直下,静静的仿佛幽灵一般,把土地覆盖的越来越厚。它好像会一直下个不停。这是今年的第一场雪。Billy 向厨房的窗外望去。他感到很高兴,而且他想跳进雪堆里,盖上这柔软的雪片。

"Billy!" His mother shouted. She was standing at his side but had to raise her voice because he was not listening.
"Billy." 他的妈妈大声喊。她就在他的身边,但是他心不在焉所以要提高声调。

"Do you have to call me Billy?"
" 你一定要叫我 Billy?"

"I meant Bill." His mother answered quickly, "I forgot how close you are to being a man. Go help Pa with the fence."
"我的意思是 Bill。" 他的妈妈很快的回答了,"我忘记你已经快长大了。快去帮爸爸弄栅栏。"

Billy started out toward the fence. That was the story of his life - fixing this fixing that. He walked slowly. The falling snow had a strange power, a power that did not seem real. It was like magic.
Billy 向栅栏走去,那基本上是他全部的生活了,修这个,修那个。他慢慢的走着。这正在下的雪有种神奇的力量。一种不能看见的力量。仿佛魔法一般。

Billy wanted to keep going, wishing there was no fence to reach or to fix. And then suddenly, out across the fields he went, he did not know what he was doing. He liked to help his father, but he kept thinking that at home he would never be more than a boy with small jobs to do.
Billy 一直幻想那里没有栅栏,他不愿意过去或者修理。突然他走向牧场,他并不知道他在做什么。他喜欢帮助父亲,但同时他也害怕他只做一些无关紧要的事。

He crossed the frozen creek and then walked up into the hills. When he came down into the flat lands, he began to run, racing against the whole world. Then he saw his friend Joey standing near his father's barn with a pail in his hand.
他穿过结冰的小溪,走上小山丘。当他走下平地的时候,他开始奔跑,和整个世界比赛。然后他看见了他的朋友Joy拿着一个木桩在他爸爸的谷仓旁边。

"What's got into you?" Joey asked.
"你怎么了?" Joy 问。

"I just feel good, that's all."
"我只是感觉不错。没啥大事。"

"You look a kind of funny," Joey said.
"你看起来有点好笑。" Joy 说。

Billy wiped his hot face with snow. "I don't think I ever felt so good."
Billy 捧起雪擦了擦他火热的脸庞。"我觉得从来没这么爽过。"

Joey said he was going to the Town Hall for music and dancing. Billy went with him. The Town Hall was on a hill between two long valleys. As they drove up, they heard music coming out of the hall. Inside the hall the air was sweet and warm. Some of the girls smiled at Billy in a funny way. He could not tell if the smiles were friendly or not. He turned back to the door and decided to stand there for a moment and then go. There was too much noise inside.
Joy 说他正要去小镇公所里享受音乐和舞蹈。Billy跟他一起去了。镇公所位于两个悠长山谷中间的小山上。当他们上去时,音乐从礼堂里飘来。里面,空气是甜甜的,温暖的。一些女孩朝Billy 笑。他并不知道她们是否友善。他转身走向门,然后决定站在那一下,然后走。里面太吵了。

"You're standing right in the cold," someone said to him. It was one of Joey's cousins, Sheilla. Sheilla something or other, she lived in the next town. Billy didn't even know her last name. "Oh," he said, his face getting red. He moved a little.
"你站到冷的地方了." 一个声音传来。那是Joy的一个表妹,Sheilla, Sheilla什么或者其他的名字。她住在旁边的小镇。 Billy不知道她的家庭名字。"哦。"他说。他的脸开始变红。他动了动身子。

"You are still in it." She said.
"你还在那。"她说。

Bill looked at her. She was sort of pretty with long black hair and blue green eyes. But Billy wished she would go away. "It's only fresh air." He said," Go pick on somebody else."
Bill 看着她。人们觉得她很漂亮,她有瀑布般的黑发和蓝绿色的眼睛。但是Bill 希望她能走开。" 这不过为了呼吸点新鲜空气。"他说。"去找其他人吧。"

"I am not picking on you. I am trying to help you. That's what."
"我不是想做你的舞伴,我是想帮你。就是这样。"

"Too many thing they are helping when they are not." Billy said.

She studied him. "Well", she said, "That's true." Then she smiled. "You don't like it in here, do you?"
她想从他的脸上找出点痕迹。"嗯,"她说,"真的。"然后她微微一笑。"你不喜欢这里,是么?"

"I feel better outside." He answered. Without thinking, Billy said, "Look, would you like to go out just for a few minutes?"
"我觉得外面更好。"他回答到。不假思索, Bill 说"看,想和我一起出去几分钟吗。?

She turned her head away, then said, ''I will get my coat."
她把头转向一旁,然后说,"我去拿我的大衣。"

Outside, they stood in the snow looking at the lighted windows of the hall. She walked quietly beside him--a stranger in white coat, shoes and gloves. He could still hear the music from the hall but it was part of the snowfall. It seemed to be made not for dancers but for walkers. It seemed strange and wonderful that there should be someone so near him.
外面,他们站在雪里,看着礼堂发亮的窗。她轻轻的在他身旁走,有点奇怪的身着白色的大衣,鞋和手套。他仍然能听见礼堂里的音乐,但雪落也是一部分。它看起来不是为舞者但是为路人演奏。有点奇妙,好像某人应该在他们身旁。

Suddenly he asked, "did you say something?"
突然他问:"你刚才说什么了吗?"

"No,'' she said, ''Did you?"
"没有"她说,"你呢?"

He shook his head.
他摇了摇头。

"What do you think about when you walk like this?" she said.
"像这样走让你想到什么? "

"Oh, different things. What I like to do and never can. It's daydreaming, I guess."
她说:"吖,很多事情。我猜,发白日梦是我什么时候都喜欢做的。 "

"Yes," she said, "I do that, too."
" 没错,"她说。"我也是 ."

The snow seemed to be falling faster now and the music from the hall was gone. From far below came the sound of bells followed by a few coughs from an old car. Then there was just silence as if the snow had cut off all the sounds of the world. Billy looked at her, white coat and hat beside him. They belonged to that world of wonder, that world of magic, that was born with the first snowfall. He touched her head.
雪似乎下得更快了,音乐也消散了。从下面的几辆老车传来铃铛歌,伴随着几声咳嗽。然后,只剩下寂静,就仿佛这雪把整个世界的声音都隔开了。Billy 看着她,白色的大衣和帽子在他旁边。他们属于这个奇妙的世界,这与第一场雪同时出现的魔法世界。他摸了摸她的帽子。

"What are you doing?"
"你在干嘛呢?"

"I don't know.'' he said. ''I just…" He stopped. There was nothing real but the snow, even the whiteness of her coat and hat seemed to come from the snow. He turned around. All signs of the road were gone. "We are the only two in the world left." He said.
"我不知道"他说。"我只是..."他站住了。除了雪,就连她美丽的白色帽子也是虚假的。自雪而来。他转过身。路的景象都逝去了。"我们是这世界里的唯一。"他说

"Is that why you touch my head?"
"这就是为什么你摸了我的帽子吗 ?"

He said nothing. But then in a rush of words, bravely, he said, "Maybe I wanted to kiss you."
他沉默了。但是不一会, 出来一连串的话,他勇敢的说"也许我想吻你。"

She laughed. "I wouldn't let you," she said, "I don't like kissing."
她笑了。"我不会让你的。"她说,"我不喜欢接吻。"

"I don't either," he said, "Oh, well, that's a good thing, because you wouldn't really be able to."
"我也是。"他说"喔,那最好。"因为她不能。

"Why not? I'm too strong for you," she said.
"为什么不? 我对你来说太坚强了。"她说

"So that's what you think. You're wrong. If I really wanted to, I guess I could do it, all right."
"是你这么想。你错了,如果我真的想,我猜我可以吻你,对么?"

"Dreamer," she gave him a push, and ran back toward the hall. Before he knew it he was after her -- he had caught her. Laughing, she pushed him and down they wnet into the snow. He expected her to let him kiss her now. That's what often happened in the stories he read. Why would she laugh if her struggle against him were real? But she did not let him. She fought him as if she wanted to hurt him, wanted to make him feel small.
"痴人说梦 ?" 她推开他然后跑回礼堂在他反应以前。他跟着她。他逮到了她。她推着他然后他们走进了雪。现在他幻想她可以让他吻,这常出现在他读的故事里。为什么她会笑如果她真的要反抗他?但她没让他亲。她打他好似她要伤他一般,想让他觉得渺小。

"You are a child," she said, pulling away from him.
"你是一个小孩。"她说,挣扎着走开。

I should let go, he thought. But he held on to her until he felt that he could hold on forever. He wanted to hold on forever. It was really a simple thing to hug a girl, he thought. Her head had been pushed off and the snow shining on her dark hair. He now felt a strange gentleness for her. As she looked angrily at him, her face red and full of fight, he told himself that it was not the right moment to kiss her. However, he tried to kiss her anyway, more in pride than anything else. But he missed her mouth. He still held on.
"也许我应该让她走。"他想。但是他紧紧地抓住了他,直到他感到能永远的抓住她。他想拉着到永恒。 "抱一个女孩很简单。"他想她的帽子掉了,雪在她黑色的长发上折射着阳光。现在他感到对她的莫名温柔,当她生气的看着他,红红的脸,一副要打人的样子。他和自己说现在不是吻她的时候。不过,他还是试着吻她,只有骄傲但是更想念她的嘴巴的味道。

As the snow, light and cool as a fresh white sheet, began to cover them. She was getting tired. She was looking at him differently now with less anger. And he tried to kiss her again. This time he did not miss her mouth and met hers fully. Had she moved to meet him? He did not know. In his daydreams, success had always lifted him up. People cheered him. But being able to kiss her was a different kind of success. He did not feel lifted up. There were no cheers. And there was no fire in his blood as some of his dreams made him believe there would be. Instead, he felt something else. He looked at the small hat in the snow, and at the small wet face of one who was not strong enough. He felt sorry for her. This feeling was new to him. He wondered how such a feeling could be part of another feeling that seemed so good. Very gently, Billy kissed her a third time. Then, he let her go and they stood up. He picked up her hat and put it on her head. They began to walk back toward the hall. The music came to them again, as light as the snow that had covered them. As they walked, her hand touched his. She didn't mean to do it. Her touch was just another part of what now seemed to be a world of light and gentle things.
他仍然抓着,当轻轻的,冰凉的新鲜白雪片开始盖住他们。她累了。不一样地看着他,少了点愤怒。他试着再亲她一遍。这次,他没有错过她的嘴,结结实实地吻到了她。她迎向了他。他不知道。在他的白日梦里,成功总鼓舞他。人们给他加油,但成功的亲到她是另一种胜利。他没感到庆幸。没有喝彩,没有火焰在血液里,和他想象的不同。相反他有不同的感觉。他看着那顶在雪里的小帽子,还有那湿了的小脸谁没够强壮。他对她感到抱歉。这对他是新的感觉。他对一种感觉可以产生的另一种良好的感觉感到惊异。非常温柔的, Billy 吻了她第三次。然后他放开了她,他们站了起来。他把她的帽子捡了起来,帮她戴上。他们开始走回礼堂。音乐向他们在此迎来,和他们身上的雪一样的轻。当他们走着,她的手牵着他的。他并不想这样。她的抚摸仅仅是另一轻与温柔世界的一部分。

"Do you want to go back in the hall?" she asked. Her voice was slow. She no longer looked so strong.
"你想回礼堂吗?"她问。她的声音缓慢着。她看起来很柔弱。

"I guess not," he answered. "Are you going in?"
"我猜不了吧。"他回答。"你呢?"

"I'd better," she answered, "I came with friends. I'll see you again, won't I?"
"我最好回吧。"她回答,"我跟朋友一起来。我不会消失,会么?"

Her question surprised him. He had not thought about seeing her again, he was still lost in a dream, thinking of the day's happenings, feeling the wonder and excitement of new born things, like the first snowfall, the first spring flowers, the first feelings of growing up, becoming a man.
她的问题使他感到惊讶,他并没想到再见到她。他仍然迷失在梦里,想着这天发生的事,感到那新东西的奇遇和兴奋,就像那第一场雪,那春天的酸味,那成为男人的感觉。

Billy heard her ask again, "I'll see you again, won't I?" He shook his head.
Billy 再一次听见她。"我会再见到你,不会么?"他摇着头。

"You mean I won't?" she said.
"你说我们不会吗?"她说。

"I mean you will," he answered.
"我的意思是你会。"他回答。

She smiled and went inside.
她笑了,走了进去。

He began walking along the road toward valley.
他开始沿着公路走向山谷。

The snowfall seemed to be stopping, but he believed that it was last until he got home.
雪好似停了,但他相信它会一直下知道他回到家。

You have just heard the American Story "Light and Gentle things." It was written by William Sayers for the New England magazine called "Yankee".
你刚刚听听到了一个美国的故事,轻与轻柔。这篇文章是 Willian Series 写给一个新英格兰杂志 <Yankee> 。

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这篇是我翻的,我不知道文章是错的,所以翻得不对。
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"Too many things they're helping when they are not."Billy said.

“没有帮助已经是对我最大的帮助了,很多时候。” Billy 说。

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