JohnBlanchard英语剧
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翻译:
John Blanch ard从凳子上站起身来，整了整他的陆军服，便开始观察前往中央大车站的人群。
他在找寻一个女孩，一个他了解其内心、却素未谋面的戴着一朵玫瑰的女孩。
他对这女孩的兴趣是在十二个月前佛罗里达州的一所图书馆开始的。
当他从书架上拿起一本书，便立即被吸引住了，不是因为书本上的文字，而是被书页边缘一段用铅笔做的笔记所吸引着。
这些淡淡的文字折射出了一个深思熟虑的灵魂与真知灼见的智慧。
在书本的首页，他找到这本书先前主人的名字，Hollis Maynel l小姐。
他花了不少时间和精力，得知她就住在纽约并找到她的详细地址。
他给她写了封介绍自己的信，并请求她回信。
第二天他就乘着远洋的船前往二战助援了。
第二年间，双方通过邮件相互了解。
每一封信都是一颗撒向澎湃之心的种子，浪漫之牙在萌发着。
Blanch ard 想要看看对方的照片，却遭到拒绝。
她解释说：“如果你对我的感觉是基于真实与诚实的基础上的，那么我的长相就无关紧要了。
假如我很漂亮，我会觉得你是因为我的美貌才跟我在一起的，我讨厌这种爱。
倘若我长得很普通（你必须承认这种可能性更大），我会觉得你仅仅是因为孤独无伴才给我写信的。
不。
别跟我要照片。
你来纽约后，你会看到我，到时再做决定吧。
记住，在那之后我们都有权选择停止还是继续—无论我们选择哪个…”他从欧洲回来的那一天终于到来了。
他们早已安排好两人的第一次约会—晚上七点在纽约中央大车站。
“你会认出我来的”她写道，“我会在我领子上别一朵玫瑰。
”因此，晚上七点时，他在车站寻找着那个在他生命过去的
十二个月中占据独特地位的女孩，那个他素未谋面却用其文字一直陪伴、鼓舞着他的女孩。
请Blanc hard先生告诉你接下来发生了什么:一个年轻的女人正朝我走来，她的手又长又细，一头金色卷发垂在娇美的耳后；她的眼睛美的似蓝色花朵，丹唇粉颊更显轮廓分明、优雅柔美。
身着浅绿色衣裳的她给人春日明媚的感觉。
我开始走向她，完全没注意她并没佩戴玫瑰。
靠近她时，她丹唇微翘，露出一丝魅惑的笑容。
“过来吗，水手？”她细语道。
在我情不自禁地向那美人儿迈进一步时，我看到了Ho llisMaynel l。
她几乎站在美人儿的正后方，看起来足足超过四十岁，一头灰白的头发压在一个破旧的帽子下方。
她体态臃肿，肥硕的脚踝硬塞在那双低跟鞋中。
绿衣女孩匆匆走开了，此时的我仿佛被撕成两半，热切地想要跟随她的同时内心却深深希望认识这个曾用精神陪伴和鼓励我的女人。
她站在那儿，发白的圆脸和蔼而朴实。
她那暗淡的眼睛却闪着一丝温暖友善的光。
我没有犹豫。
我的手紧握着那本破旧的蓝色皮革书，那是为让她认出我而准备的。
这或许不是爱，但却是一种珍贵的，我曾感激过并必须感激的甚至可能胜过爱的友谊。
我挺直肩膀向她鞠了一躬，并把书递给她，甚至连我自己都感觉到说话时由于失望之苦的哽噎。
“我就是中尉J ohn Blanch ard，你肯定是Ma ynell女士了。
我很高兴你能来见我；我可以请你吃饭吗？”这女人脸上绽放出灿烂的笑容。
“我并不知道怎么回事，先生，”她回答到，“刚经过的那位穿绿衣服的年轻女孩请求我在衣服上戴上这朵玫瑰，她说如果你开口请我吃饭的话，我再告诉你她在街对面那家大餐馆等你，她还说这是一种测试！”不难理解并
赞叹Mayn ell女士的智慧。
面对无吸引力时反映将人心的本性暴露无遗。
“告诉我你喜欢什么样的人，”Houssa ye写道，“我会告诉你你是怎样的人。
A VALENT INE STORY---Doug Bell
1John Blanch ard stoodup from the bench,straig htene d his Army unifor m, and studie d the crowdof people making theirway throug h GrandCentra l Statio n.
2He looked for the girl whosehearthe knew, but whoseface he didn't, the girl with the rose. His intere st in her had beguntwelve months before in a Florid a librar y. Taking a book off the shelfhe soon foundhimsel f absorb ed, not by the wordsof the book, but by the notespencil ed in the margin. The soft handwr iting reflec ted a though tfulsoul and insigh tfulmind.
3 In the frontof the book, he discov eredthe previo us owner's name, Miss Hollis Maynel l. With time and effort he locate d her addres s. She livedin New York City. He wroteher a letter introd ucing himsel f and inviti ng her to corres pond. The next day he was shippe d overse as for servic e in WorldWar II.
throug h the mail. 4During the next year the two grew to know each other
Each letter was a seed fallin g on a fertil e heart.A romanc e was buddin g. Blanch ard reques ted a photog raph,but she refuse d. She explai ned: "If your feelin g for me has any realit y, any honest basis,what I look like won't matter. Suppos e I'm beauti ful. I'd always be haunte d by the feelin g that you had been taking a chance on just that, and that kind of love woulddisgus t me. Suppos e I'm plain(and you must admitthat this is more likely). Then I'd always fear that you were goingon writin g to me only becaus e you were lonely and had no one else. No, don't ask for my pictur e. When you come to New York, you shallsee me and then you shallmake your decisi on. Rememb er, both of us are free to stop or to go on afterthat — whiche ver we choose..."
5 When the day finall y came for him to return from Europe, they schedu led theirfirstmeetin g —7:00 p.m. at GrandCentra l Statio n, New York.
6 "You'll recogn ize me," she wrote, "by the red rose I'll be wearin g on my lapel." So, at 7:00 p.m. he was in the statio n lookin g for a girl who had filled such a specia l placein his life for the past 12 months, a girl he had neverseen, yet whosewritte n wordshad been with him and sustai ned him unfail ingly.
7 I'll let Mr. Blanch ard tell you what happen ed:
A youngwomanwas coming toward me, her figure long and slim. Her golden hair lay back in curlsfrom her delica te ears; her eyes were blue
e firmne ss, and in her pale greenas flower s. Her lips and chin had a gentl
suit she was like spring timecome alive.
8 I starte d toward her, entire ly forget tingto notice that she was not wearin g a rose.
9 As I moved, a small, provoc ative smilecurved her lips. "Goingmy way, sailor?" she murmur ed. Almost uncont rolla bly I made one step closer to her, and then I saw Hollis Maynel l. She was standi ng almost direct ly behind the girl. A womanwell past 40, she had grayin g hair pinned up undera worn hat.
10She was more than a little overwe ight,her thick-ankled feet thrust into low-heeled shoes.
11 The girl in the greensuit was walkin g quickl y away. I felt as though
I was splitin two, so keen was my desire to follow her, and yet so deep was my longin g for the womanwhosespirit had trulycompan ioned me and upheld my own.
12And thereshe stood.Her pale, roundface was gentle and sensib le, her gray eyes had a warm and kindly glow. I did not hesita te.
13 My finger s grippe d the smallworn blue leathe r copy of the book that was to identi fy me to her. This wouldnot be love, but it wouldbe someth ing precio us, someth ing perhap s even better than love, a friend shipfor whichI had been and must ever be gratef ul.
14 I square d my should ers and salute d and held out the book to the woman, even though whileI spokeI felt choked by the bitter nessof my disapp ointm ent. "I'm Lieute nantJohn Blanch ard, and you must be Miss Maynel l. I am so glad you couldmeet me; may I take you to dinner?"
15 The woman's face broade ned into a smile. "I don't know what this is about,son," she answer ed, "but the younglady in the greensuit who just went by, she begged me to wear this rose on my coat. And she said if you
n g were to ask me out to dinner, I should go and tell you that she is waiti for you in the big restau rantacross the street. She said it was some kind of test!"
16 It's not diffic ult to unders tandand admire Miss Maynel l's wisdom. The true nature of a heartis seen in its respon se to the unattr activ e. 17"Tell me whom you love," Houssa ye wrote, "and I will tell you who you are."。