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翻譯《金玉良緣》

Location: USA
Interests: I love kickboxing and aerobics~I teach both~along with my poetry~they are my passions

Extra Info: I love making new friends... Come dream with me~ The words written on these pages are words from my mind, soul, heart, they are me, I am them.. we are one, no one can take who I have become, nor take what I write, and make it the same thought... I can

''She Was His Greatest Gift''
by LynnDakota

She slept beside him, quietly breathing a soft sigh followed by a
little whimper. 'She must be in pain,' he thought. 'She tries so hard to hide it from me.' How peaceful she looks, then just as suddenly her face would tighten, and a small little tear would fall from the corner of her eye. Six months ago, a year, this was unreal... a doctor's visit for a knawing stomach ache. She hid it well for months, and then couldn't hide it any longer after passing out on the kitchen floor while making his favorite dinner. They were celebrating a two-year anniversary of cohabitating together.
Their romance was such a beautiful stroke of luck. They'd both signed up for a literature course, an evening class at the near by college. Both with a yearning desire to write, and a way to polish up on their writing skills.
Her name was Colleen; she was 5'5 tall, long brown hair, dark brown eyes that sparkled when she smiled, she wasn’t beautiful, just pretty in a plain, simple way.
She was always five minutes late for class, thus he noticed her right away. Loved the way she bounced into the room as if the professor was her father, and he would forgive her anything.
He loved the way she nodded her head at the class, saying she was sorry she was late, …..again, then almost laughing at herself.
The professor was always allowing it, which was strange because he was a crass man, very blunt, very dignified. Yet when she smiled at him, he too seemed to melt.
He guessed her to be about 32 to 38 years of age, sharp, always a quick study in class.

One night the professor had them break into groups, they were to write an interview of a famous poet. One person would play the poet, trying to keep in mind the poets background, and answer questions as he or she would, or as they already had information on. The other student would do the interviewing. They were to number off 1 ... 2... 1... 2 and that would be their partner. They would have two weeks to turn in their interviews, and the one that played the poet was to grade the interviewer for thoroughness, and the professionalism of it’s content.
Tapping the person in front of him, he managed to get himself situated to be her number one. Just as he wanted to do, in every sense of the word.
'Now students,' the professor spoke loudly, 'You should make arrangements tonight, for getting together with your partner.'
Turning around to look at her, he smiled, extended his hand out, and spoke, 'Hi, my name is Andrew, Andrew Brooks.”
'Yes, I know,' she answered back, 'My name is Colleen Collins.'
Giving his hand a hard squeeze.
Surprised he paused in the middle of a sentence, then continued, 'Hello, Colleen, when could we get together?'
'How about coffee at the Chalet Coffee House; say tomorrow night at eight?'
'Wonderful, shall I pick you up somewhere?' he asked.
Hoping to find out where she lived.
'I'll meet you there, Andrew.' She stood to leave, and he wanted to grab her, keep her there, but before he could react, she was bouncing out the door. He smiled inside out; this lady was such a breath of fresh air!
He thought about her face, her neck.. dreamed about making love to her. He was completely captivated by her voice, loved the way her jeans seem to make her look so feminine and the way she dressed so simply. He closed his eyes, remembering her fragrance, like a clean, delicate, vanilla lace. Much like smelling mother's cookies baking on a Saturday afternoon, in a warm, cozy kitchen, when he was young.
His heart raced, as he thought of tomorrow night's meeting.
Andrew arrived early to get a table towards the back, where they could have a little more privacy. Asking the waiter for a small appetizer plate of cheese, and crackers, some fresh shrimp, and cocktail sauce, and a touch of fresh fruit to give the plate color. Then thinking wine would be nice, but maybe she didn't drink... no better stick to coffee, and see where this goes.

True to her nature, Colleen was ten minutes late. 'I'm so sorry, Andrew... I'm always late, I just can't seem to finish things I start and then I loose track of time, and I'm late!'
'No problem... I hope you don't mind, I ordered a appetizer platter?'
'Oh how lovely.' she said with a sweet sexy grin.
They worked on the interview for three hours, in between laughing about his mis-pronouncing words, and her constant questions about his life. He was amazed how she drew things out of him, so easily without trying hard at all! No woman had ever made him feel so comfortable, so relaxed.
She talked of her family, her mother's death a year ago, and a failed marriage. She explained she was a kindergarten teacher, and that her ex-husband traveled, and eventually found someone else.
No children though so at least there wasn't that to deal with, but still she was devastated, she hadn’t even thought about dating again, it was just too painful of an experience, and it had been two years since her divorce. She grew quiet with that confession, seeing the pain on her face, Andrew fought back the urge to hold her hand.

After about two hours, they finally picked a poet to interview. Both discovering they loved poetry, they picked Emily Dickinson, Colleen of course would be Emily.
Discovering the lateness of the hour, and wanting to extend the assignment so as to get to know Colleen better, Andrew looked at his watch, and claimed an early meeting at work in the morning, and could they please meet again this week?
Colleen pulled out her pocket calendar, and smiling asked if Friday night would be out of the question? Andrew jumped at the chance, and then feeling a little foolish, he declared,
“I guess my life hasn’t been so great in the last few years either.” They both laughed, and she grabbed his hand, jolting him with the element of surprise. He jumped, but luckily didn’t pull away. For a few brief seconds they looked into each other’s eyes. Then as Colleen stood to leave. Andrew stood up, asking to walk her to her car. Saying their good nights there, under a dim-glowing street light, Andrew fought back the urge to kiss her.

They had six more meetings after that first night. Each time Colleen was at least ten minutes late, till the seventh night, when she was fifteen minutes early, and he was late.
Andrew arrived to her sitting at a small table in the coffee house, looking at her watch.
“Well hello,” he said, “What’s wrong?”
“Wrong, nothings wrong….why?” she asked.
“Your early…” he explained.
“oh yeah… well today was weird… I.. I… I missed you.” She said blushing.
Andrew smiled.
“Really?” he replied. “How wonderful, taking her hand and kissing it lightly.
From that night on, they were inseparable, till finally they moved in together.
Love seemed to find them at last, and they took it and ran.

He’d grown to love her like no other woman he had ever known. She was so different, so sweet, and she made him feel like a real man, made him glad to come home at night once again.
Married and divorced when he was twenty years old, he’d found his wife cheating on him, since then he had been in and out of relationships for years. Never seeming to find that one woman, that he could be loyal to, that one woman that could keep him satisfied. She did that and more.
This last month they’d been together for three years! The night she passed out, he was going to ask her to marry him, but instead they ended up in the emergency room, and then spending the night in the hospital. He never got to ask her then, she was just too stressed, too sick. After two weeks of tests, the doctors finally told her… ovarian cancer.
Their lives went from happy, ecstatic, euphoria… to hellish days of chemo, and radiation therapy. To days of throwing up, Andrew holding her hair, as she lost the contents of her stomach yet again. Putting cool washrags on her forehead, and rubbing her back.
Till finally one day things seem to improve, and they had hope again!
Colleen was like her old self she smiled again!

One evening as he was preparing dinner; (he had come to take over many things he’d once taken for granted,) he noticed her staring out into the night skies with a look of a heavy burden on her face.
Suddenly she turned to him and said, “Andrew, I’ve decided to move out.”
Andrew dropped the spoon he was stirring the rice with. “What?” he asked.
“I can’t expect you to live like this, can’t make you happy when I’m so sick I can’t even make love to you.” She was crying now, wringing her hands as she spoke. He tried to speak, but she put her hand up to stop him. “Please Andrew hear me out…. I’ve applied for an assisted living apartment, and I’ve been accepted, I move tomorrow.”
Andrew flew to the table, and down on his knees. “No way!” he shouted. “No way are you leaving me… to live alone in a strange place!” she looked at him with love, and a look of pleading in her dark, dull eyes. “Andrew… she started, stopping her with his fingers across her lips he said, “Colleen, in the last two years, I have realized I have always been meant for you, that I never knew what love was all about till you… I have grown as a man, as a person, and it is all because of you… I won’t give you up, I can’t give you up!” he was shaking, holding her hands tightly. “You woman are my life, you are the reason I go on, I love you… the night you passed out… I was going to ask you to marry me, and now lovely, beautiful woman… I’m asking… Colleen Collins, will you do me the honor of marrying me?”
She looked at him, tears falling in soft, gentle puddles on her hands, and his.
“Andrew… oh Andrew… I love you, but, she stopped; taking a deep breath, then continuing I can’t ask you to live like this, I’m in remission now, but we both know, I know, I won’t live beyond a year… we both know it.”
Andrew pulled her from the chair, took her into his arms, and carried her to the bedroom.
They made love very slowly, twice that night, each time she whimpered, and he asked if he was hurting her, she answered, “No…oh no, you could never hurt me Andrew, it’s just that I want to remember this wonderful feeling, keep it forever… and no one has ever made me feel so alive as you have.”
Falling asleep in each others arms, Andrew didn’t notice when she slipped from their bed at three A.M., going to the bathroom, taking a bottle of sleeping pills from the medicine cabinet, (ones that she had since her divorce,) swallowing them down all at once, then returning to their bed, she kissed his lips lightly, as he turned over. She lie there staring at him, stroking his arm, tracing his face, as he half awake, smiled at her, pulling her into his arms, kissing her gently on the cheek as she told him she loved him.
He held her till she moved away, thinking she was in pain he stroked her hair, her cheeks, noticed her face tighten and release…. till he thought at last she looked at peace, sleeping.. now, he remembered she never answered his marriage proposal, but then he thought, they would have tomorrow, and tomorrow… till there were no more tomorrows, and he would be left alone once again… but he would never forget this lady, this woman… he loved so much, and he was given over to tears of sadness, yet still he wasn’t bitter he knew in his heart, God had some how given him the greatest gift, he would ever have,
and he would cherish her memory till he too went home, and they could be together once more.~


本文作者:林恩-達科他 (Lynn Dakota美國)

作者自述:我熱愛并且傳教跆拳道和增氧健身,同時寫詩,

詩篇就是我的激情。

我喜歡結識新朋友與我共進夢境,這些詩篇的文字都出自我的內心和靈魂,詩句就是我。我和詩融為一體。任何人也不可能帶走現在的我,也不可能帶走我寫的一切。

金玉良緣

作者:林恩-達科他(Lynn Dakota,美國)

翻譯:應中革

她睡在他的身邊,輕輕地嘆一聲,接著是一陣抽泣聲。“她肯定非常痛苦”他想,“她想掩飾,瞞著我。”看上去她非常安詳,但是,本來好好的,轉眼她就繃緊臉孔,眼淚就從她的眼角滾下來。6 個月以前,一年前,這不是真的…一次醫生來查胃痛病情。她隱瞞了好幾個月。一天他們慶祝同居十周年,她為他做他最喜歡吃的晚餐時昏倒在廚房地板上。從此,她再也無法隱瞞下去了。

他們的浪漫史是極其幸運的美事。他倆都在大學附近的夜校報名選修文學課,都有一個強烈的寫作愿望和提高寫作能力。

她叫科莉,身高5’5吋,一頭棕色長發,深棕色的雙眼在微笑時光彩照人。她算不上美麗,只是一般的漂亮。她上課總是遲到5 分鐘,所以他很快就注意到她。

她總是蹦蹦跳跳沖進教室,仿佛講課的教授是他的父親,會原諒她的一切過錯。他喜歡她這種樣子。

她向全班點點頭,說一聲對不起又遲到了,接著象是在笑自己。他喜歡這種樣子。

很怪,教授一向非常粗魯,生硬和威嚴,卻一直都允許她遲到。而且,當她向他微笑時,教授顯得非常寬容。他推測,她32-38 歲。他認為她思維敏捷,在班上學得很快的一員。

一天晚上,教授把他們分成小組,要大家采訪一位著名詩人。一人扮演詩人,熟記詩人的背景,要能回答別人提出的各種問題。其它學生已經掌握了一些信息資料,并且將進行采訪。學生按照報數1--- 2 ;以1--- 2 倆人組成一對搭檔。學生要在兩星期內上交采訪報告,扮演詩人的學生要按照內容的完整性和專業性給采訪者打分。

他將排在他前面的人擠了出去,于是占領了她的1號數的位置。不管怎么說他一定要這樣做.

這時教授大聲地吩咐,“同學們,你們要在今天晚上做出安排,與你的搭檔約定進行采訪準備。”

他轉身朝她一笑,把手伸過去,說,“你好,我叫安德魯,安德魯-布魯克斯。”

“我知道,”她回答說,“我叫科莉-康麗。”同時使勁握了一下他的手。

一陣驚喜,他話說了一半,停了一下又說,“你好,科莉,什么時間我們可以聚一下?”

“在葜萊館喝咖啡吧,明天8 點行嗎?”

“好極了,我開車到什么地方接你?”他有心要知道她的住處。

“我在葜萊咖啡館等你,安德魯。”她起身要走,而他想攔住她。但是,說時遲,那時快,他還來不及反應,她已連蹦帶跳到了門外。這個女人就是這樣一陣清風。

他在回想她的臉蛋,脖子,.幻想與她相愛。他完全被她的聲音迷住了,喜歡看她穿著牛仔褲的身段,喜歡看她那樸素的打扮。他閉上眼睛,回味她的芬芳,就像欣賞一朵潔白,優美的香花,就像在他年輕時,在星期六下午,在暖和愜意的廚房里聞到母親焙烤甜餅的香味一樣。

當他想到明天下午的約會時,心跳加快。

安德魯很早到,找了一張桌子,靠后朝向后墻,這里可以私下多做點隱私的事。他叫服務員拿來一小盤乳酪,一些脆餅、海鮮、開胃沙司和一點兒水果以點綴盤菜的色美。接著,考慮選什么美酒,又擔心她不喝酒,還是只選咖啡為好,到時候見機行事。

出于她的秉性,科莉遲到十分鐘。“對不起,安德魯,我老遲到。一著手干活,我就好象怎么也沒法結束,時間抓不緊,遲到了!”

“沒事…,請不要介意,我已經叫了開胃菜。”

“哦,真好吃!”她說著,臉上露出迷人的笑容。

他們就采訪方案研討了三個小時,期間他倆為他失誤的措辭而發笑,她則對他生活不斷地提問。她竟然能夠不費吹灰之力就從他嘴里掏出大量的材料。為此,他大為驚奇。 以前,沒有任何女人會使他感到如此隨意和放松。

她談了自己的家庭,她母親一年之前的死,她的不幸婚姻。她說自己原是幼兒園老師,她的前夫出走了,最后又找了另外一個女人。盡管沒有生過孩子,沒有什么瓜葛,但是,她被毀了。她根本不想約會交友。經歷太痛苦,離婚已經兩年。說完往事,她沉默了。看到她臉上的陰沉的痛苦,安德魯克制住要去拉她的手的欲望。

兩個小時后,他們終于選了一位要采訪的詩人。雙方都發現自己熱衷于做詩,他們選的是埃米莉-迪肯森。科莉自然扮演埃米莉。

安德魯發現時候不早了,又想延伸這個課后作業,于是聲稱明天一早上班就要開會,問科莉是否本周可以再聚一次。

科莉從口袋里取出日歷一看,微笑地問,星期五晚上是否合適。安德魯一聽,樂得跳了起來。感覺一到自己有點傻,他表白,近年來我的生活從來都沒有像現在這樣快活過。倆人都笑了,當她握住他的手的時候,他象像被觸電一樣震驚。他從椅子上跳躍起來,還好沒將她的手推開。此時,兩個人目光正對凝視一陣。科莉起身要走,安德魯站起來,要求送她上車。在她的小車邊,他們說晚安告別時,在昏暗的路燈下,安德魯強忍上前吻她的欲望。

以后,他們又有六次約會。每次,科莉都遲到十分鐘以上。到第七次,科莉提早15分鐘到,安德魯晚到。

“你好,”他說,“出事啦?”

“出事?沒有啊,怎么啦?”

“你早到…”他想解釋。

“哦,是的,今天有點怪。我…我想你了。” 她忸怩地說。

安德魯喜出望外。

“是嗎?”他回答說,“太好了。”一邊拉住她的手,在手上輕輕地吻了一下。

從那個晚上起,兩個人形影不離,最后搬到一起住了。他們找到了愛,接受了愛,跳進愛河。他對她的愛勝過對任何別的女人。她與眾不同,楚楚動人,使他感到自己是一個真正男人,每天晚上高高興興回家來。

他20歲結婚便離婚,他發現妻子背叛。此后,他戀愛幾年,沒有找到他可以一心一意去愛的女人,沒有使他感到滿意的女人。只有她做到了,并且比他心目中想象的更好。到上個月他們生活在一起3年整了。她昏倒的那個晚上,他本來要提出與她結婚,就在這個發病的房間里,金玉良緣終成泡影。當天晚上他們在醫院過夜。他再也不能提婚事,她太緊張,病情很重。經過二個星期的檢查,醫生最后下結論,卵巢癌。

幸福,美滿,歡快的日子毀于一旦,他們就像掉到地獄里一樣,又是化療,又是理療,過著受煎熬的日子。在嘔吐的那幾天,她一次又一次地將胃里食物翻出來,安德魯托著她的頭發,將濕毛巾放在她的前額,為她擦背。

科莉又開始笑了。

一天晚上,他正在做晚餐時(他答應過并且已經承擔起大量的家務),發現她凝視著夜空,臉上流露出深沉的陰影。

忽然,她轉身對他說,“安德魯,我決定搬出去。”

安德魯,扔下粥勺問,“你怎么啦?”

“我不愿意看到你這樣受苦,我病重不能讓你幸福,甚至不能給你愛。”她邊哭邊說,淚流滿面。安德魯正想說,她舉手阻止他,“請聽我說完,我申請了一個護理居住房,已經同意了,我明天搬過去。”

安德魯沖到桌前,雙膝跪地。“不能啊,”他大聲叫喊。“你不能離開我…一個人去陌生的地方。”她用深情的愛,以深色呆板的眼睛懇求地看著安德魯,“安德魯,…”她哭了。安德魯,用手指從嘴唇邊拭去她的眼淚,說,“科莉,兩年來,我已經認識到我是永遠屬于你,有了你我才知道什么叫愛,我才成為一個真正的男人,一切多虧有了你…我不會放棄你,我不能沒有你。”他緊緊地抓住她的手,全身顫動。你是我的女人,我的生命,我的依靠。我愛你…在你昏倒的那天,我本來要求你與我結婚。現在,我的可愛的,美麗的女人…我請求…科莉,行行好,嫁給我嗎?”

她面對安德魯,淚水淌到柔軟而溫柔的手上,她的手和他的手上。

“安德魯,哦,我的安德魯,我愛你,但是”她停了一會,深深地嘆了一口氣,繼續說,“我不能讓你如此愛我。我現在病情緩和。但是,我們倆都知道,我自己知道,我活不到明年了…你我都知道的。”

安德魯將她從椅子上拉起來,抱在懷里,抱到臥室。

他們做愛非常緩和,當晚二次,每次她都低聲哼叫。他問有沒有刺痛她,她回答,“不,安德魯,沒有痛,永遠不會。這正是我要記住的極樂的快感。除你以外,沒人能讓我體驗這種敏感。

相互擁抱入睡。凌晨3點,她從床上下來,安德魯沒有發覺。她從藥盒里拿了一瓶安眠藥(她離婚后曾經服用過的),走進了衛生間,一次全部呑了下去,然后回到床上。他翻身時,她輕輕地吻他雙唇。她靜靜地躺,看著安德魯,撫摩他的手臂,審視他的臉龐。他在半醒半睡中向她笑笑,把她抱在懷里。她又說愛他時,他溫柔地吻了一下她的臉頰。她移開時,他才松開雙臂,以為她身上痛。他撫摸她的頭發和臉頰,發現她的臉綁緊而又松脫…最后覺得她又很安祥地睡著了。此時,他想起她還沒有答復他的結婚請求,但是他還認為他們有明天,再明天,直至沒有明天時,他愿意又一次回到單身王囯。但他永遠不會忘記這個女人,這個心愛的女人。他被遺棄了,留下的是傷心的眼淚。然而,他心里知道,他無怨無悔。上帝已經賜給他最好禮物金玉良緣。他將把留在記憶中的科莉永遠懷抱直到死為止,直到他們能再次聚首。

 


 

 

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