-
HOME（家）
“SOMEONE came from the Grigoryevs’ to fetch a book, but I said you were not at home. —-“有人从格里戈列夫家来取书，但我说你不在家。” —- The postman brought the newspaper and two letters. —-“邮递员送来报纸和两封... -
THE SWEDISH MATCH (The Story of a Crime) I（瑞典比赛（一个犯罪的故事））
I第一章 ON the morning of October 6, 1885, a well-dressed young man presented himself at the office of the police superintendent of the 2nd division of the S. district, and announce... -
EXCELLENT PEOPLE（优秀的人们）
ONCE upon a time there lived in Moscow a man called Vladimir Semyonitch Liadovsky. — 从前在莫斯科住着一个名叫弗拉基米尔·谢缅诺维奇·利亚多夫斯基的人。 — He took his degree at the university in the faculty of ... -
CHAMPAGNE A WAYFARER’S STORY（香槟一位流浪者的故事）
IN the year in which my story begins I had a job at a little station on one of our southwestern railways. — 在故事开始的那年，我在我们西南铁路的一个小车站上班。 — Whether I had a gay or a dull life at t... -
A LADY’S STORY（一个女士的故事）
NINE years ago Pyotr Sergeyitch, the deputy prosecutor, and I were riding towards evening in hay-making time to fetch the letters from the station. 九年前，副检察长皮奥特尔·谢尔盖伊奇和我在晚间草莓季节时骑马去... -
THE BET（赌注）
IT WAS a dark autumn night. The old banker was walking up and down his study and remembering how, fifteen years before, he had given a party one autumn evening. —-秋天的夜晚，漆黑一片。老银行家在书... -
THE GRASSHOPPER（蚱蜢）
I 我 ALL Olga Ivanovna’s friends and acquaintances were at her wedding. 所有奥尔加·伊万诺芙娜的朋友和熟人都参加了她的婚礼。 “Look at him; isn’t it true that there is something in him? — “看看他，他身上是不是有什么... -
A DREARY STORY FROM THE NOTEBOOK OF AN OLD MAN（一个老人的笔记本中的沉闷故事）
T HERE is in Russia an emeritus Professor Nikolay Stepanovitch, a chevalier and privy councillor; — 有一个俄罗斯的荣誉教授尼古拉·斯捷潘诺维奇，是一名骑士和内阁参议员； — he has so many Russian and foreign deco... -
PEASANTS（农民）
I 我 NIKOLAY TCHIKILDYEEV, a waiter in the Moscow hotel, Slavyansky Bazaar, was taken ill. — 尼古拉·切基尔迪耶夫，莫斯科斯拉维扬斯基巴扎酒店的一名侍者，病倒了。 — His legs went numb and his gait was affecte... -
LOVE（爱）
“THREE o’clock in the morning. The soft April night is looking in at my windows and caressingly winking at me with its stars. — 凌晨三点。四月的夜晚轻轻地透过窗户望着我，星星在眨眼，像是在抚摸我。 — I can’t sle...