阿芒提拉多的酒桶（thecaskofamontillado）

阿芒提拉多的酒桶（the cask of amontillado）
the cask of amontillado
Allan Poe
I spit on Fu Rothschild divers persecution, I try to bear in mind, but once he dare to insult me, I vowed to take revenge, you already familiar with my natural temper, but not when I talk to scare people. One day I am going to pay attention to the firm, pay off old scores; since the mind does not change, they did not expect to be out of danger. Not only did I have to give him a hard time, but I had to do something bad. Revenge is rewarded, and the enemy is not clear. Revenge does not let the enemy know who is harming him, and the enemy is not clear.
Needless to say, I say, are not caused by Fu spit every act and every move is suspected Rothschild cherish evil thoughts. As usual for him to smile, but he didn't see me now is thought to give him life to smile.
Fu spit this man in some ways Donato's respect, even awe, but there is a weakness. He boasted that he was an expert at wine tasting. There are few Italians who have the makings of a real expert. They are mostly used to warm, resourceful, cheating, so that Britain and Austria being rich. When it comes to paintings and jewelry, Fu spit with his compatriots as Rothschild, rhetoric, but when it comes to wine, it is the true value. I'm almost the same as he is - I'm expert at Italy wine, and I'll buy it as much as I can.
In the lively carnival, one day in the evening, when I met the
friend spreading shades of dusk. He love me, because he goes full filling the wine. The guy was a clown, wearing a striped tights, a round pointed hat with bells on it. I saw him so happy that he could not hold his hand for a long time.
I said to him: "dude, nice to meet you, nice to meet you. You look very well today. I got a vat of so-called Armand Tirado (a sweet wine produced by Monti Leah in Spain), but I'm not sure."
"What's wrong?"" He said, "the Amontillado? A VAT? Not really! Where did you get it during the carnival?"
"I am not sure," I replied, "I was fool, didn't discuss with you, just as Armand Tirado price paid. I can't find you, but I'm afraid I'll miss the deal."
"The amontillado!"
"I'm not sure."."
"The amontillado!"
"I have to put this heart down!"
"The amontillado!"
"Look at you, I just want to go to Lukeleixi. Only he can taste wine. He'll tell me -"
Luke and Armand Tirado and Shirley couldn't tell the
difference."
"Some fool contended that he told you it be roughly the same eye."
"Come on, let's go."."
"Where is it?""
"Go to your cellar."."
"Man, that's not right; I'll trouble you if I don't want to bully you. Hey, I see you have something. Luke ray - "I'm okay, come on."."
"Dude, that's not going to work. Do not what is cold, windy, I see you stand. The cellar is full of tide. The walls are nitrate."
"Let's go. It's nothing cold.". Amontillado! You can be fooled. Speaking of Luke Reci, he even with Amontillado Sherry are not clear."
He spit on the rack for my blessing Rothschild arms; I wear black silk mask, a short cloak tightly wrapped around the body, he drives me on to the mansion. A home page does not see, have the opportunity to sneak out for the holidays. I told them I didn't go home until the second morning, and I told them not to go out.
I have such a command, ensure I turned immediately, all gone.
I took two torches from the candlestick, one to give him a
fortune, and led him through several rooms, into the arcade, to the cellar, down a long staircase, and followed him with care. At last we reached the foot of the stairs,
A station in Monterey shuttle palace catacombs of wetlands.
My friend tottered, cross step, bells jingled.
"What about the cask of wine?"" He said.
"In front," I said, "watch out for the white spider web glowing on the wall."
He turned towards me, watery eyes two drunk obscurity to stare at me.
"Nitrate?"" He asked at last.
"Nitrate," I replied, "how long have you been suffering from that cough?""
"Uh, hey! Eh, hey! Eh, hey! - uh, hey! Eh, hey! Eh, hey! - uh, hey! Eh, hey! Eh, hey! - uh, hey! Eh, hey! Eh, hey! - uh, hey! Eh, hey! Eh, hey!"
My poor friend couldn't answer for a long time.
"Nothing," he said finally.
"Well," I still replied, "let's go back, your body. You have to respect everyone, rich and powerful, the people; you as happy
as I have. To have an unexpected misfortune that is no trivial matter. I do not care, let's go back, you are sick, I can't handle. Besides, there's Luke, ray"
"Don't say that," he said. "Cough is nothing. Cough never dies.". I'm not coughing."
"Yes - yes," I replied. "Seriously, I didn't mean to frighten you - but I had to take precaution. A drink of wine to moisture. The doc."
I said from the mud of a long line of wine to pick up a bottle, knocking out the bottleneck. "Drink," I handed him the wine.
He glanced at me and raised the bottle to his lips. He sat close to the start, I nodded, bells jingled.
"I drink to those who sleep underground."." He said.
"I am for you a long life."
He took my arm again, and we walked on.
"These cellars are really big." He said.
The Monterey shuttle is Han, multi generation after generation of descendants." I answer.
"I forgot your house."."
"A big man's feet, gold, with a piece of blue. The article from
the snake crushes, the snake will bite a tooth heel."
"Then the family?"
Those who hurt me will be punished."
"Wonderful!"!" He said.
Drunk, his eyes sparkling, cap and jingle bells rang. I drank the wine was more beautiful Murdoch, make blind and disorderly conjectures. We walked a long bones and the size of barrel pile clip lane, deep in the tomb pit, I stopped, this time actually boldly seize the blessing of the upper arm spit rothschild.
"Nitrate"!" I said, "look, more and more.". Like moss, hanging on the vault. We're under the river bed. Beads of water dripping in the bones?. Let's go back as early as possible. You cough"
"It's nothing," he said. "Let's go down. But let me drink wine and beauty doc."
I opened a pot of wine to his graves. He drank it, eyes suddenly combatively, straight smile Oh, put the bottle into a throw, that gesture, I don't understand what it meant.
I looked at him in surprise. He made the gesture again, an odd gesture.
"You don't understand?"" He said.
"I don't understand." I answer.
"Then you're not the same."
"What's wrong?""
"You are not a mason. (the original is Mason, in English in Mason and Masonic solution, according to a Masonic originated in medieval times, originally a secret society, the bricklayers union to help each other for the purpose of meeting to sign contact.)" "Yes, yes," I said, "yes, yes."."
"You?" Not really! Are you?"
"I am," I replied.
"Where's the code?" he said. "What about the code?"
"This is," I replied, and pulled out a trowel from beneath the cloak.
"You're kidding." he stepped back, shouting. "Let's go see the Amontillado."
"Well," I said, put on the cloak of the trowel again, while stretch my arm to hold him. He leaned heavily on my arm. This continues to move forward, and then down, into a deep grave, where the air is muddy, the torch in the hand does not see the fire, there is only a flame.
At the end of the grave, there was a more narrow tomb. The rows of piles of bones have been piled up to the vault, the great
catacombs of Paris as a sample. Inside this tomb, there are three walls, still piled like this. And one side of the bones had been torn down, piled up on the ground in a mess, and accumulated into a huge mound of bones. In the wall out of the bones, but inside there is a tomb or niche, about four feet deep, three feet wide, six or seven feet high. It had made no plans to send what special use, but is the tomb pit roof pillars of the gap between the two. Behind a wall on rugged granite walls.
Fu spit dark torches lift Rothschild, try to move a deep careful see, is in vain, weak fire, can't see the bottom.
"Go ahead," I said, "here is the head of amontillado. As for Luke, ray"
"He's an expert," my friend staggered along, interrupting me, and I walked right behind him. In a blink of an eye, he went to the end of the niche, and saw the rock blocked, and he was bewildered. After a moment, I had locked him on the granite wall. The wall filled with two rings, about two feet in length and distance. One ring is hung with a short iron chain, and the other hangs a big lock. Without a moment, put him to cut the chain. He panicked and forgot to rebel. I pulled out the key and got out of the alcove. "Stretch out your hand and touch the wall,"
I said, "protect you to the nitrate.". It's really wet. Let me once more beg you to go back. Not going back? Then I have to leave you. But I'm going to have to take care of you first."
"The amontillado!" My friend is still suffering from the shock, cried wildly.
"Yes," I replied, "Armand Tirado."
And I'm busy with the skeletons that I mentioned earlier. I put the bones thrown open, soon pulled out better for masonry stone and mortar. I will use these materials, and then rely on the trowel, an effort to build a wall to the entrance of the niche puzzle.
I didn't even head a layer of stone brick, knew Fu spit drunk awake 80% rothschild. First heard a deep humming sound in the niche. This is not like a drunkard. There was a silent silence for a long time. I built second layers, third layers, fourth layers, and then I heard the iron chains shaking. Has been ringing for several minutes, I simply from the hands of the living, sat down in the bones, which is more agreeable to hear, clatter the voice finally dumb silence, only to pick up the trowel, don't stop the puzzle on the fifth layer, sixth layer, seventh layer. This building was almost the chest. I stopped again, lifted the torch to the stone wall, and a faint light shone on the figure.
Suddenly, the chained form a succession of loud and shrill screams from the throat, as if trying to scare me. Suddenly, I have no idea, Susu trembled, and soon pulled out the sword, sword in hand to find them in a niche; thought, and put down the heart. My hands rested on the sturdy building of the tomb cellar. Go to the wall in front of the man shouted, I also cried out to him. He calls, and I shall call him louder than he does.
This call, the shouting voice of the other dumb.
Now I have finished at dead of night. The eighth floor, the ninth floor, the tenth layer were built earlier, and the last layer, that is, the eleventh layer, was soon finished;
Just into the last piece of stone, then plastered on the line.
I managed to lift the heavy stone and put the stone in the original position. Who knew there was a low laugh in the alcove that scared my hair to stand erect. Then came the shrill sound, it is easy to recognize the voice of the master Donato Fu spit. Just say -
"Ha!"! Kazakhstan! Kazakhstan! Ha! Kazakhstan! Kazakhstan! This is really a big joke -- wonderful joke, back to the mansion, a happy and funny - hee! Hee! Hee! And our wine - hee! Hee! Hee!"
"The amontillado!" I said.
Hee! Hee! Hee! Yes, amontillado. Is it too late? Fu tonalide Stowe house, they are not in the US? Let's go!"
"Yes," I said, "let's go."!"
For heaven's sake go, Monterey shuttle!"
"Yes," I said, "for God's sake."."
Who knows I say this sentence, how to listen to can not hear an answer. My heart grew impatient, then voice shouted: "Fu Tu rothschild!"
No answer. I'll call again.
"Fu Tu rothschild!"
Still no answer. I put the torch into the wall hole that had not been built and threw it in. Who knows only to jingle sound.
I don't get sick of it. It's because of the moisture in the cellar. I hasten to finish. Plug the last stone and plaster it. Next to the new wall, to pile up the bones. No one has been moving for fifty years. May the dead rest in peace!。