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The Gift of the Magi①One dollar and eighty-seven cents.That was all.And sixty cents of it was in pennies.Pennies saved one and two at a time by bulldozing(强迫;胁迫)the grocer and the vegetable man and the butcher until one's cheeks burned with the silent imputation of parsimony②that such close dealing implied.Three times Della counted it.One dollar and eightyeighty--seven cents.And the next day would be Christmas.There was clearly nothing to do but flop down on the shabby little couch and howl.So Della did it.Which instigates the moral reflection that life is made up of sobs,sniffles,and smiles,with sniffles predominating.③While the mistress of the home is gradually subsiding from the first stage to the second,take a look at the home.④A furnished flat at$8per week.It did not exactly beggar description,but it certainly had that word on the lookout for the mendicancy squad.⑤In the vestibule(门厅;前厅)below was a letter-box into which no letter would go,and an electric button from which no mortal finger could coax a ring⑥.Also appertaining thereunto was a card bearing the name"Mr.James Dillingham Young."⑦The"Dillingham"had been flung to the breeze during a former period of prosperity when its possessor was being paid$30per week.⑧Now,when the①麦琪（Magi，单数为Magus）：指圣婴基督出生时来自东方送礼的三贤人，载于《圣经·马太福音》第二章第一节和第七至第十三节。

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THE GIFT OF THE MAGIby O. HenryOne dollar and eighty-seven cents. That was all. And sixty cents ofit was in pennies. Pennies saved one and two at a time by bulldozing the grocer and the vegetable man and the butcher until one's cheeks burned with the silent imputation of parsimony that such close dealing implied. Threetimes Della counted it. One dollar and eighty- seven cents. And the next day would be Christmas.There was clearly nothing to do but flop down on the shabby little couch and howl. So Della did it. Which instigates the moral reflection that life is made up of sobs, sniffles, and smiles, with sniffles predominating. While the mistress of the home is gradually subsidingfrom the first stage to the second, take a look at the home. A furnished flat at $8 per week. It did not exactly beggar description, but it certainly had that word on the lookout for the mendicancy squad.In the vestibule below was a letter-box into which no letter would go, and an electric button from which no mortal finger could coax a ring. Also appertaining thereunto was a card bearing the name "Mr. James Dillingham Young."The "Dillingham" had been flung to the breeze during a former period of prosperity when its possessor was being paid $30 per week. Now, when the income was shrunk to $20, though, they were thinking seriously of contracting to a modest and unassuming D. But whenever Mr. JamesDillingham Young came home and reached his flat above he was called "Jim" and greatly hugged by Mrs. James Dillingham Young, already introduced to you as Della. Which is all very good.Della finished her cry and attended to her cheeks with the powder rag. She stood by the window and looked out dully at a gray cat walking a gray fence in a gray backyard. Tomorrow would be Christmas Day, and she had only $1.87 with which to buy Jim a present. She had been saving every penny she could for months, with this result. Twenty dollars a week doesn't go far. Expenses had been greater than she had calculated. They always are. Only $1.87 to buy a present for Jim. Her Jim. Many a happy hour she had spent planning for something nice for him. Something fine and rare and sterling--something just a little bit near to being worthy of the honor of being owned by Jim.There was a pier-glass between the windows of the room. Perhaps you have seen a pier-glass in an $8 flat. A very thin and very agile person may, by observing his reflection in a rapid sequence of longitudinal strips, obtain a fairly accurate conception of his looks. Della, being slender, had mastered the art.Suddenly she whirled from the window and stood before the glass. her eyes were shining brilliantly, but her face had lost its color within twenty seconds. Rapidly she pulled down her hair and let it fall to its full length.Now, there were two possessions of the James Dillingham Youngs in which they both took a mighty pride. One was Jim's gold watch that hadbeen his father's and his grandfather's. The other was Della's hair. Had the queen of Sheba lived in the flat across the airshaft, Della would have let her hair hang out the window some day to dry just to depreciate Her Majesty'sjewels and gifts. Had King Solomon been the janitor, with all his treasures piled up in the basement, Jim would have pulled out his watch every time he passed, just to see him pluck at his beard from envy.So now Della's beautiful hair fell about her rippling and shininglike a cascade of brown waters. It reached below her knee and madeitself almost a garment for her. And then she did it up again nervously and quickly. Once she faltered for a minute and stood still while a tear or two splashed on the worn red carpet.On went her old brown jacket; on went her old brown hat. With awhirl of skirts and with the brilliant sparkle still in her eyes, she fluttered out the door and down the stairs to the street.Where she stopped the sign read: "Mne. Sofronie. Hair Goods of All Kinds." One flight up Della ran, and collected herself, panting. Madame, large, too white, chilly, hardly looked the "Sofronie.""Will you buy my hair?" asked Della."I buy hair," said Madame. "Take yer hat off and let's have a sight at the looks of it."Down rippled the brown cascade."Twenty dollars," said Madame, lifting the mass with a practised hand. "Give it to me quick," said Della.Oh, and the next two hours tripped by on rosy wings. Forget thehashed metaphor. She was ransacking the stores for Jim's present. She found it at last. It surely had been made for Jim and no one else. There was no other like it in any of the stores, and she had turned all ofthem inside out. It was a platinum fob chain simple and chaste in design, properly proclaiming its value by substance alone and not by meretriciousornamentation--as all good things should do. It was even worthy ofThe Watch. As soon as she saw it she knew that it must be Jim's. It was like him. Quietness and value--the description applied to both. Twenty-one dollars they took from her for it, and she hurried home with the 87 cents. With that chain on his watch Jim might be properly anxious about the time in any company. Grand as the watch was, he sometimes looked atit on the sly on account of the old leather strap that he used in placeof a chain. When Della reached home her intoxication gave way a littleto prudence and reason. She got out her curling irons and lighted thegas and went to work repairing the ravages made by generosity added to love. Which is always a tremendous task, dear friends--a mammoth task.Within forty minutes her head was covered with tiny, close-lyingcurls that made her look wonderfully like a truant schoolboy. She looked at herreflection in the mirror long, carefully, and critically."If Jim doesn't kill me," she said to herself, "before he takes a second look at me, he'll say I look like a Coney Island chorus girl. Butwhat could I do--oh! what could I do with a dollar and eighty- seven cents?" At 7 o'clock the coffee was made and the frying-pan was on the back of the stove hot and ready to cook the chops.Jim was never late. Della doubled the fob chain in her hand and saton the corner of the table near the door that he always entered. Thenshe heard his step on the stair away down on the first flight, and she turned white for just a moment. She had a habit for saying little silent prayer about the simplest everyday things, and now she whispered:"Please God, make him think I am still pretty."The door opened and Jim stepped in and closed it. He looked thin and very serious. Poor fellow, he was only twenty-two--and to be burdenedwith a family! He needed a new overcoat and he was without gloves. Jim stopped inside the door, as immovable as a setter at the scent of quail. His eyes were fixed upon Della, and there was an expression in them that she could not read, and it terrified her. It was not anger, nor surprise, nor disapproval, nor horror, nor any of the sentiments that she had been prepared for. He simply stared at her fixedly with that peculiar expression on his face.Della wriggled off the table and went for him."Jim, darling," she cried, "don't look at me that way. I had my hair cut off and sold because I couldn't have lived through Christmas without giving you a present. It'll grow out again--you won't mind, will you? I just had to do it. My hair grows awfully fast. Say `Merry Christmas!'Jim, and let's be happy. You don't know what a nice-- what a beautiful, nice gift I've got for you.""You've cut off your hair?" asked Jim, laboriously, as if he had not arrived at that patent fact yet even after the hardest mental labor. "Cut it off and sold it," said Della. "Don't you like me just as well, anyhow? I'm me without my hair, ain't I?"Jim looked about the room curiously."You say your hair is gone?" he said, with an air almost of idiocy. "You needn't look for it," said Della. "It's sold, I tell you--sold and gone, too. It's Christmas Eve, boy. Be good to me, for it went for you. Maybe the hairs of my head were numbered," she went on with sudden serious sweetness, "but nobody could ever count my love for you. Shall I put the chops on, Jim?"Out of his trance Jim seemed quickly to wake. He enfolded his Della. For ten seconds let us regard with discreet scrutiny some inconsequential object in the other direction. Eight dollars a week or a million a year--what is the difference? A mathematician or a wit would give you the wrong answer. The magi brought valuable gifts, but that was not among them. This dark assertion will be illuminated later on.Jim drew a package from his overcoat pocket and threw it upon the table. "Don't make any mistake, Dell," he said, "about me. I don't think there's anything in the way of a haircut or a shave or a shampoo that could make me like my girl any less. But if you'll unwrap that package you may see why you had me going a while at first."White fingers and nimble tore at the string and paper. And then an ecstatic scream of joy; and then, alas! a quick feminine change to hysterical tearsand wails, necessitating the immediate employment of all the comforting powers of the lord of the flat.For there lay The Combs--the set of combs, side and back, that Della had worshipped long in a Broadway window. Beautiful combs, pure tortoise shell, with jewelled rims--just the shade to wear in the beautiful vanished hair. They were expensive combs, she knew, and her heart had simply craved and yearned over them without the least hope of possession. And now, they were hers, but the tresses that should have adorned the coveted adornments were gone.But she hugged them to her bosom, and at length she was able to look up with dim eyes and a smile and say: "My hair grows so fast, Jim!" And them Della leaped up like a little singed cat and cried, "Oh, oh!" Jim had not yet seen his beautiful present. She held it out to him eagerly upon her open palm. The dull precious metal seemed to flash with a reflection of her bright and ardent spirit."Isn't it a dandy, Jim? I hunted all over town to find it. You'll have to look at the time a hundred times a day now. Give me your watch.I want to see how it looks on it."Instead of obeying, Jim tumbled down on the couch and put his hands under the back of his head and smiled."Dell," said he, "let's put our Christmas presents away and keep 'em a while. They're too nice to use just at present. I sold the watch to get the money to buy your combs. And now suppose you put the chops on." The magi, as you know, were wise men--wonderfully wise men--who brought gifts to the Babe in the manger. They invented the art of giving Christmas presents. Being wise, their gifts were no doubt wise ones, possibly bearing the privilege of exchange in case of duplication. And here I have lamely related to you the uneventful chronicle of twofoolish children in a flat who most unwisely sacrificed for each other the greatest treasures of their house. But in a last word to the wise of these days let it be said that of all who give gifts these two were the wisest. O all who give and receive gifts, such as they are wisest. Everywhere they are wisest. They are the magi.麦琪的礼物1一块八毛七分钱。

麦琪的礼物英文

麦琪的礼物英文THE GIFT OF THE MAGIby O. Henry第一场人物:安琪(A)，德拉(D)，莎弗朗尼娅夫人(M),服务员1(S1)，服务员2(S2) MAGI DELLA MNE.SOFRONIE SELLSGIRL1 SELLSGIRL2 地点:小街的拐角处(背景音乐响起)A:(面向观众，微笑)I'm the angle of love.Today is Chirsmas Eve,I'm coming to the earth for succeeding the massion of Maggie.Somebody is coming. 德拉带上帽子冲出门莎弗朗尼娅夫人拿着牌子，上面写着“Madam Sofronnie,I buy all kinds of hair goods”D: (呆呆地)Are you Madam Sofronnie?S1:No,I am not.What is wrong?D:I want to sell my hair.S1:OK!Follow me.S1:Excuse me,Mrs Sofronnie.There is alady want to meet you. M:Let her come.D:Hello!You must be Mrs Sofronnie.M: (冰冷地)Yes ,I am.D: So, will you buy my hair?M: Yes,I buy all kinds of hair.Sit down, please.Take your hat off and let me havea look.D:(小心翼翼地脱下帽子)Will you buy my hair?M:(惊讶)Are you sure to sell it?S2:How beautiful the hair is.Just like the golden fall. D:(眷恋地摸摸头发，转而坚决)Yes,I'll sell it.Tell me , how much does it worth? S2:I have never seen such beautiful hair.It can sell a good price. M:(绕着德拉走了一圈，强压住兴奋)Well, I'll give you the hightest price.Twenty dollars,that's enough.D: All right,but please give it to me quickly.M: Don't hurry,let me have your hair cut first.(拿出剪刀，并发出咔咔声)So,I'll start?D:(闭上眼睛，干脆地说)Just do it.S2:What a pity to cut the long hair!M:(熟练地剪完头发)Here you are.Twenty dollars.D: Thank you(谨慎地接过钱，再看一眼头发)Thank you.(揣着钱急冲冲地下) A: Oh,what a poor woman!Why did she do that?Why did you sell her beautiful long hair?It is so unbelivable.M: Oh,my god.How beautifl the hair is!Twenty dollars is beyond its value!Oh,so beautiful ! Ha ha～I'll take ithome and have a happy Chirstmas!(捧着头发下)A: Della has spent two hours in the street,what does she want to buy on earth?D:(立在一个橱窗前) Oh,what a beautiful gold watchchain.I think it must match Jim's gold watch.When hesees it,he must be very happy.The price is twenty-one dollars,I can still have eight cents left. I'll get it.第二场人物:安琪(A)，吉姆(J)，营业员小姐(S),老板(B)，老板娘(W)MAGI JIM SELLSGIRL BOSS BOSS'SWIFE 地点:百老汇路上的一家商店A:Why are there so many things that we have to give up in the world?Giving up for what?吉姆走进商店J:Excuse me,could I sell a watch here?S:(上下打量的眼神) You? Sell a watch? I'm sorry, I don't think a man who has a economic brain will buy athing which is as useless as litter.J:(诚恳又着急)No, it is a gold watch!(脱下手腕上的手表) It's the most valuable thingI have.S:(不屑一顾)Oh?The mose valuable?I have to see how rare a watch can a poor man ownlike you !J:(递表)It's the third succession of my ancesters.A: Oh, what a reluctant give up!S:(抢过表，忽然两眼放光) Amm, it's a true gold watch. Wait for a moment.I'll ask my boss.S:Excuse me,boss.A young man want to sell this golden watch. B:Let me have a look.W:Oh!Oh, good guy! It's a true sense of gold watch!B:Yes,I should ask how much money does he want.B:How much do you want?J:(指着柜台内的一套发梳) I don't want any money. I, I just want the beautiful comb!W:You mean,the comb?(拿出发梳)You just want the comb?J:Yes, it is the very thing that my wife has wanted for a long time!A:His wife?Comb?S:(兴奋)Oh, look at it! What a nice comb!J:Yes, it is quite beautiful! It would be good enough to match my wife's golden yellowhair.But,do youwant to trade with me?B:(故做忧郁状) Let me see～J: I'm pleasant to exchange the gold watch for the comb. I know how my wife likes it!B:You're so whole-hearted that it's hard for me to refuse you!(递过发梳)J: Oh,thank you!(兴奋地接过发梳)Thank you!(兴奋地带着发梳下)W:(细看金表)Oh, good guy! It's a true sense of gold watch!(窃喜)No comb can becompared with it!A: He should not be a foolish man!But he is willing to change a gold watch for a comb!Shemust be ahappy wife!第三场人物:安琪(A)，吉姆(J)，德拉(D)MAGI JIM DELLA地点:吉姆和德拉的家德拉拿着镜子欣赏着自己的新发型A: What a poor woman,she looked wonderfully like a truant schoolboy.However,she is a happy wife,too.Her husband loves her so much.D:(对着镜子自言自语)If Jim doesn't kill me,before he takes a second look at me,he'll say I like a chorus girlof Coney Island.But I have no choice.Oh!What can I do with one dollar and eighty-seven cents?Please God,let Jim still consider that I'm still pretty .D:I don't know whether he'll continue love me.吉姆进门，愣住，用奇怪的眼神打量德拉J:Della?D: Jim, darling. Don't look at me in this way.I had my hair cut and sold, because I can't forgive me if I werenot give a presant to you.You won't care about it, will you?You know,my hair grows very fast. Say "MerryChristmas", Jim! And let's happy as usual. You don't know what a nice , what a beautiful gift I've boughtfor you.J:(似乎没反应过来，吃力地) You've cut your hair?D:Cut and sold .(握住吉姆的手)You will love me forever no matter what hapens, is it right,Without myhair, I am the same. Don't you think so,J:(用近乎白痴的眼神，四下张望着屋子，似乎在寻找着什么)You mean that your hair hasgone?D:You need't look for it.I'd sold it.I tell you,cut and sold. Tonight is Chirstmas Eve, Jim. I sold my hairwas all for you. My hair are countable,but nobody could ever count my love for you. Shall I put thechops on, Jim,吉姆从恍惚中清醒过来，拥住德拉A: Oh,look at the shabby house,which costs eight dollars,or one millon room charge a year,There areno different.J: (吉姆从口袋掏出一包东西，扔到桌上) Don't make any mistakes about me, Della. I don't think there'sanything in the way of a haircut or a shave or a shampoo that could make me like my girl any less.Butif you'll upwrap the package,you may realize why you had me going while at first.德拉敏捷地打开盒子，一阵狂喜，而后神经质地大笑了D:My hair grows so fast, Jim. Oh,oh! Isn't it a danndy,Jim?(将盒子紧紧抱在怀中，掏出表链放到吉姆手中)I hunted all over town to find it. You can look at the time a hundred times a day now.Give me your watch,I want to see how it looks on it.J:(微笑)Della,let's put our Chirstmas presents away and keep them a while.They're too nice to use just atpresent. I sold the watch to get money to buy your combs. And now, suppose you put the chops on.A: Now that, it isn't necessary.For me,the angle of love, giving the gift to the happy couple.They give themost valuable and priceless gifts to each other. That is what I want to give -- Love!。

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One dollar and eighty-seven cents. That was all. And sixty cents of it was in pennies. Pennies saved one and two at a time by bulldozing the grocer and the vegetable man and the butcher until one?s cheeks burned with the silent imputation of parsimony that such close dealing implied. Three times Della counted it. One dollar and eighty-seven cents. And the next day would be Christmas.There was clearly nothing to do but flop down on the shabby little couch and howl. So Della did it. Which instigates the moral reflection that life is made up of sobs, sniffles, and smiles, with sniffles predominating.While the mistress of the home is gradually subsiding from the first stage to the second, take a look at the home. A furnished flat at $8 per week. It did not exactly beggar description, but it certainly had that word on the lookout for the mendicancy squad.In the vestibule below was a letter-box into which no letter would go, and an electric button from which no mortal finger could coax a ring. Also appertaining thereunto was a card bearing the name “Mr. James Dillingham Young. ”The “ Dillingham ” had been flung to the breeze during a former period of prosperity when its possessor was being paid $30 per week. Now, when the income was shrunk to $20, though, they were thinking seriously of contracting to a modest and unassuming D. But whenever Mr. James Dillingham Young came home and reached hisflat above he was called “Jim” and greatly hugged by Mrs. James Dillingham Young, already introduced to you as Della. Which is all very good.Della finished her cry and attended to her cheeks with the powder rag. She stood by the window and looked out dully at a gray cat walking a gray fence in a gray backyard. Tomorrow would be Christmas Day, and she had only $1.87 with which to buy Jim a present. She had been saving every penny she could for months, with this result. Twenty dollars a week doesn?t go far. Expenses had been greater than she had calculated. They always are. Only $1.87 to buy a present for Jim. Her Jim. Many a happy hour she had spent planning for something nice for him. Something fine and rare and sterling —something justa little bit near to being worthy of the honor of being owned by Jim.There was a pier glass between the windows of the room. Perhaps you have seen apier glass in an $8 flat. A very thin and very agile person may, by observing his reflection in a rapid sequence of longitudinal strips, obtain a fairly accurateconception of his looks. Della, being slender, had mastered the art.Suddenly she whirled from the window and stood before the glass. Her eyes were shining brilliantly, but her face had lost its color within twenty seconds. Rapidly she pulled down her hair and let it fall to its full length.Now, there were two possessions of the James Dillingham Youngs in which they both took a mighty pride. One was Jim?s gold watch that had been his father?s and hisgrandfather?s. The other was Della?s hair. Had the queen of Sheba lived in the flatacross the airshaft, Della would have let her hair hang out the window some day to dry just to depreciate Her Majesty?s jewels and gifts. Had King Solomon been the janitor, with all his treasures piled up in the basement, Jim would have pulled out his watch every time he passed, just to see him pluck at his beard from envy.So now Della?s beautiful hair fell about her rippling and shining like a cascade of brown waters. It reached below her knee and made itself almost a garment for her. And then she did it up again nervously and quickly. Once she faltered for a minute andstood still while a tear or two splashed on the worn red carpet.On went her old brown jacket; on went her old brown hat. With a whirl of skirts andwith the brilliant sparkle still in her eyes, she fluttered out the door and down the stairs to the street.Where she stopped the sign read: “Mme. Sofronie. Hair Goods of All Kinds.One flight up Della ran, and collected herself, panting. Madame, large, too white,chilly, hardly looked the “ Sofronie. ”of it.Down rippled the brown cascade.“ Twenty dollars, ” said Madame, lifting the mass with a practised hand.“Give it to me quick, ” said Della.Oh, and the next two hours tripped by on rosy wings. Forget the hashed metaphor. She was ransacking the stores for Jim?s present.She found it at last. It surely had been made for Jim and no one else. There was noother like it in any of the stores, and she had turned all of them inside out. It was a platinum fob chain simple and chaste in design, properly proclaiming its value byWill you buy my hair?I buy hair, said Madame. Take yer hat off and let?s have a sight at the lookssubstance alone and not by meretriciousornamentation —as all good things should do. It was even worthy of The Watch. As soon as she saw it she knew that it must be Jim?s. It was like him. Quietness and value —the description applied to both. Twenty-one dollars they took from her for it, and she hurried home with the 87 cents. With that chain on his watch Jim might be properly anxious about the time in any company. Grand as the watch was, he sometimes looked atit on the sly on account of the old leather strap that he used in place of a chain.When Della reached home her intoxication gave way a little to prudence and reason. She got out her curling irons and lighted the gas and went to work repairing the ravages made by generosity added to love. Which is always a tremendous task, dear friends —a mammoth task.Within forty minutes her head was covered with tiny, close-lying curls that made her look wonderfully like a truant schoolboy. She looked at her reflection in the mirror long, carefully, and critically.“If Jim doesn?t kill me, ” she said to herself, “ before he takes a second look atme, he?ll say I look like a Coney Island chorus girl. But what could I do —oh!what could I do with a dollar and eighty- seven cents? ”At 7 o?clock the coffee was made and the frying -pan was on the back of the stove hot and ready to cook the chops.Jim was never late. Della doubled the fob chain in her hand and sat on the corner of the table near the door that he always entered. Then she heard his step on the stair away down on the first flight, and she turned white for just a moment. She had a habit of saying a little silent prayer about the simplest everyd ay things, and now she whispered: “ Please God, make him think I amstill pretty. ”The door opened and Jim stepped in and closed it. He looked thin and very serious. Poor fellow, he was only twenty-two —and to be burdened with a family! He needed a new overcoat and he was without gloves.Jim stopped inside the door, as immovable as a setter at the scent of quail. His eyes were fixed upon Della, and there was an expression in them that she could not read, and it terrified her. It was not anger, nor surprise, nor disapproval, nor horror, nor anyof the sentiments that she had been prepared for. He simply stared at her fixedly with that peculiar expression on his face.Della wriggled off the table and went for him.“Jim, darling, ” she cried, “dt omne?tthloaotkw a y. I had my hair cut off andsold because I couldn?t have lived through Christmas without giving you a present.It?ll grow out again—you won?t mind, will you? I just had to do it. My hair grows awfully fast. Say ,Merry Christmas!? Jim, and let? s be happy. You don?tknow what a nice —what a beautiful, nice gift I?ve got for you. “ You?ve cut off your hair? ” asked Jim, laboriously, as if he had not arrived at that patent fact yet even after the hardest mental labor.Jim looked about the room curiously. “You say your hair is gone? ” he said, with an air almost of idiocy.Christmas Eve, boy. Be good to me, for it went for you. Maybe the hairs of my head were numbered, ” she went on with sudden serious sweetness,“butnobody could ever count my love for you. Shall I put the chops on, Jim? Out of his trance Jim seemed quickly to wake. He enfolded his Della. For ten seconds let us regard with discreet scrutiny some inconsequential object in the otherdirection. Eight dollars a week or a million a year —what is the difference? Amathematician or a wit would give you the wrong answer. The magi brought valuablegifts, but that was not among them. This dark assertion will be illuminated later on. Jim drew a package from his overcoat pocket and threw it upon the table.“ Don?t make any mistake, Dell, ” he said, “ about me. I don?t think there?sanything in the way of a haircut or a shave or a shampoo that could make me like my girl any less. But if you?ll unwrap that package you may see why you had me going a while at first. ”White fingers and nimble tore at the string and paper. And then an ecstatic scream of joy; and then, alas! a quick feminine change to hysterical tears and wails,necessitating the immediate employment of all the comforting powers of the lord of the flat.For there lay The Combs —the set of combs, side and back, that Della had worshipped long in a Broadway window. Beautiful combs, pure tortoise shell, with jewelled rims —“Cut it off and sold it,” said Della. me without my hair, ain?t I? ”Don?t you like me just as well, anyhow? I?mYou needn?t look for it, said Della. It?us —ssooldld, Iatnedll gy o ne, too. It?sjust the shade to wear in the beautiful vanished hair. They were expensive combs, she knew, and her heart had simply craved and yearned over them without the least hope of possession. And now, they were hers, but the tresses that should have adorned the coveted adornments were gone.But she hugged them to her bosom, and at length she was able to look up with dim eyes and a smile and say: “My hair grows so fast, Jim! ”And then Della leaped up like a little singed cat and cried, “Oh, oh!Jim had not yet seen his beautiful present. She held it out to him eagerly upon her open palm. The dull precious metal seemed to flash with a reflection of her bright and ardent spirit.“ Isn?t it a dandy, Jim? I hunted all over town to find it. You?ll have to look atthe time a hundred times a day now. Give me your watch. I want to see how it looks on it. ”Instead of obeying, Jim tumbled down on the couch and put his hands under the back of his head and smiled.“ Dell, ” said he, “ let?s put our Christmas presents away and keep ?em a while. They?re too nice to use just at present. I sold the watch to get the money to buy your combs . And now suppose you put the chops on. ”The magi, as you know, were wise men —wonderfully wise men —who brought gifts to the Babe in the manger. They invented the art of giving Christmas presents. Being wise, their gifts were no doubt wise ones, possibly bearing the privilege of exchange in case of duplication. And here I have lamely related to you the uneventful chronicle of two foolish children in a flat who most unwisely sacrificed for each other the greatest treasures of their house. But in a last word to the wise of these days let it be said that of all who give gifts these two were the wisest. Of all who give and receive gifts, such as they are wisest. Everywhere they are wisest. They are the magi.。

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THE GIFT OF THE MAGIby O. HenryOne dollar and eighty-seven cents. That was all. And sixty cents ofit was in pennies. Pennies saved one and two at a time by bulldozing the grocer and the vegetable man and the butcher until one's cheeks burned with the silent imputation of parsimony that such close dealing implied. Threetimes Della counted it. One dollar and eighty- seven cents. And the next day would be Christmas.There was clearly nothing to do but flop down on the shabby little couch and howl. So Della did it. Which instigates the moral reflection that life is made up of sobs, sniffles, and smiles, with sniffles predominating. While the mistress of the home is gradually subsidingfrom the first stage to the second, take a look at the home. A furnished flat at $8 per week. It did not exactly beggar description, but it certainly had that word on the lookout for the mendicancy squad.In the vestibule below was a letter-box into which no letter would go, and an electric button from which no mortal finger could coax a ring. Also appertaining thereunto was a card bearing the name "Mr. James Dillingham Young."The "Dillingham" had been flung to the breeze during a former period of prosperity when its possessor was being paid $30 per week. Now, when the income was shrunk to $20, though, they were thinking seriously of contracting to a modest and unassuming D. But whenever Mr. JamesDillingham Young came home and reached his flat above he was called "Jim" and greatly hugged by Mrs. James Dillingham Young, already introduced to you as Della. Which is all very good.Della finished her cry and attended to her cheeks with the powder rag. She stood by the window and looked out dully at a gray cat walking a gray fence in a gray backyard. Tomorrow would be Christmas Day, and she had only $1.87 with which to buy Jim a present. She had been saving every penny she could for months, with this result. Twenty dollars a week doesn't go far. Expenses had been greater than she had calculated. They always are. Only $1.87 to buy a present for Jim. Her Jim. Many a happy hour she had spent planning for something nice for him. Something fine and rare and sterling--something just a little bit near to being worthy of the honor of being owned by Jim.There was a pier-glass between the windows of the room. Perhaps you have seen a pier-glass in an $8 flat. A very thin and very agile person may, by observing his reflection in a rapid sequence of longitudinal strips, obtain a fairly accurate conception of his looks. Della, being slender, had mastered the art.Suddenly she whirled from the window and stood before the glass. her eyes were shining brilliantly, but her face had lost its color within twenty seconds. Rapidly she pulled down her hair and let it fall to its full length.Now, there were two possessions of the James Dillingham Youngs in which they both took a mighty pride. One was Jim's gold watch that hadbeen his father's and his grandfather's. The other was Della's hair. Had the queen of Sheba lived in the flat across the airshaft, Della would have let her hair hang out the window some day to dry just to depreciate Her Majesty'sjewels and gifts. Had King Solomon been the janitor, with all his treasures piled up in the basement, Jim would have pulled out his watch every time he passed, just to see him pluck at his beard from envy.So now Della's beautiful hair fell about her rippling and shininglike a cascade of brown waters. It reached below her knee and madeitself almost a garment for her. And then she did it up again nervously and quickly. Once she faltered for a minute and stood still while a tear or two splashed on the worn red carpet.On went her old brown jacket; on went her old brown hat. With awhirl of skirts and with the brilliant sparkle still in her eyes, she fluttered out the door and down the stairs to the street.Where she stopped the sign read: "Mne. Sofronie. Hair Goods of All Kinds." One flight up Della ran, and collected herself, panting. Madame, large, too white, chilly, hardly looked the "Sofronie.""Will you buy my hair?" asked Della."I buy hair," said Madame. "Take yer hat off and let's have a sight at the looks of it."Down rippled the brown cascade."Twenty dollars," said Madame, lifting the mass with a practised hand. "Give it to me quick," said Della.Oh, and the next two hours tripped by on rosy wings. Forget thehashed metaphor. She was ransacking the stores for Jim's present. She found it at last. It surely had been made for Jim and no one else. There was no other like it in any of the stores, and she had turned all ofthem inside out. It was a platinum fob chain simple and chaste in design, properly proclaiming its value by substance alone and not by meretriciousornamentation--as all good things should do. It was even worthy ofThe Watch. As soon as she saw it she knew that it must be Jim's. It was like him. Quietness and value--the description applied to both. Twenty-one dollars they took from her for it, and she hurried home with the 87 cents. With that chain on his watch Jim might be properly anxious about the time in any company. Grand as the watch was, he sometimes looked atit on the sly on account of the old leather strap that he used in placeof a chain. When Della reached home her intoxication gave way a littleto prudence and reason. She got out her curling irons and lighted thegas and went to work repairing the ravages made by generosity added to love. Which is always a tremendous task, dear friends--a mammoth task.Within forty minutes her head was covered with tiny, close-lyingcurls that made her look wonderfully like a truant schoolboy. She looked at herreflection in the mirror long, carefully, and critically."If Jim doesn't kill me," she said to herself, "before he takes a second look at me, he'll say I look like a Coney Island chorus girl. Butwhat could I do--oh! what could I do with a dollar and eighty- seven cents?" At 7 o'clock the coffee was made and the frying-pan was on the back of the stove hot and ready to cook the chops.Jim was never late. Della doubled the fob chain in her hand and saton the corner of the table near the door that he always entered. Thenshe heard his step on the stair away down on the first flight, and she turned white for just a moment. She had a habit for saying little silent prayer about the simplest everyday things, and now she whispered:"Please God, make him think I am still pretty."The door opened and Jim stepped in and closed it. He looked thin and very serious. Poor fellow, he was only twenty-two--and to be burdenedwith a family! He needed a new overcoat and he was without gloves. Jim stopped inside the door, as immovable as a setter at the scent of quail. His eyes were fixed upon Della, and there was an expression in them that she could not read, and it terrified her. It was not anger, nor surprise, nor disapproval, nor horror, nor any of the sentiments that she had been prepared for. He simply stared at her fixedly with that peculiar expression on his face.Della wriggled off the table and went for him."Jim, darling," she cried, "don't look at me that way. I had my hair cut off and sold because I couldn't have lived through Christmas without giving you a present. It'll grow out again--you won't mind, will you? I just had to do it. My hair grows awfully fast. Say `Merry Christmas!'Jim, and let's be happy. You don't know what a nice-- what a beautiful, nice gift I've got for you.""You've cut off your hair?" asked Jim, laboriously, as if he had not arrived at that patent fact yet even after the hardest mental labor. "Cut it off and sold it," said Della. "Don't you like me just as well, anyhow? I'm me without my hair, ain't I?"Jim looked about the room curiously."You say your hair is gone?" he said, with an air almost of idiocy. "You needn't look for it," said Della. "It's sold, I tell you--sold and gone, too. It's Christmas Eve, boy. Be good to me, for it went for you. Maybe the hairs of my head were numbered," she went on with sudden serious sweetness, "but nobody could ever count my love for you. Shall I put the chops on, Jim?"Out of his trance Jim seemed quickly to wake. He enfolded his Della. For ten seconds let us regard with discreet scrutiny some inconsequential object in the other direction. Eight dollars a week or a million a year--what is the difference? A mathematician or a wit would give you the wrong answer. The magi brought valuable gifts, but that was not among them. This dark assertion will be illuminated later on.Jim drew a package from his overcoat pocket and threw it upon the table. "Don't make any mistake, Dell," he said, "about me. I don't think there's anything in the way of a haircut or a shave or a shampoo that could make me like my girl any less. But if you'll unwrap that package you may see why you had me going a while at first."White fingers and nimble tore at the string and paper. And then an ecstatic scream of joy; and then, alas! a quick feminine change to hysterical tearsand wails, necessitating the immediate employment of all the comforting powers of the lord of the flat.For there lay The Combs--the set of combs, side and back, that Della had worshipped long in a Broadway window. Beautiful combs, pure tortoise shell, with jewelled rims--just the shade to wear in the beautiful vanished hair. They were expensive combs, she knew, and her heart had simply craved and yearned over them without the least hope of possession. And now, they were hers, but the tresses that should have adorned the coveted adornments were gone.But she hugged them to her bosom, and at length she was able to look up with dim eyes and a smile and say: "My hair grows so fast, Jim!" And them Della leaped up like a little singed cat and cried, "Oh, oh!" Jim had not yet seen his beautiful present. She held it out to him eagerly upon her open palm. The dull precious metal seemed to flash with a reflection of her bright and ardent spirit."Isn't it a dandy, Jim? I hunted all over town to find it. You'll have to look at the time a hundred times a day now. Give me your watch.I want to see how it looks on it."Instead of obeying, Jim tumbled down on the couch and put his hands under the back of his head and smiled."Dell," said he, "let's put our Christmas presents away and keep 'em a while. They're too nice to use just at present. I sold the watch to get the money to buy your combs. And now suppose you put the chops on." The magi, as you know, were wise men--wonderfully wise men--who brought gifts to the Babe in the manger. They invented the art of giving Christmas presents. Being wise, their gifts were no doubt wise ones, possibly bearing the privilege of exchange in case of duplication. And here I have lamely related to you the uneventful chronicle of twofoolish children in a flat who most unwisely sacrificed for each other the greatest treasures of their house. But in a last word to the wise of these days let it be said that of all who give gifts these two were the wisest. O all who give and receive gifts, such as they are wisest. Everywhere they are wisest. They are the magi.麦琪的礼物1一块八毛七分钱。

英语短剧(麦琪的礼物)中英文

The Gifts（麦琪的礼物）Mon.：Tomorrow will be Christmas. But Della feels very sad. Because she has no money to buy a present for her husband , Jim . She has only one dollar and eighty-seven cents .They have only 20 dollars a week, it doesn’t leave much for savin g.In fact, Della and Jim have two possessions in which they both take very great pride. One is Jim’s gold watch, which has been his father’s and his grandfather’s. The other is Della’s long beautiful hair.旁白：明天是圣诞节，但是德拉觉得很难过，因为她无钱为她丈夫吉姆买一圣诞礼物，她只有1.87美元，他们一个月只有20美元的收入，那很难再从中省钱了。

事实上，德拉和吉姆有两件让他们引以为豪的宝贝，一件是吉姆的金表，那是从他祖父和父亲那里留传下来的，还有一件是德拉那一头棕发，又长又美丽。

D: Life is so hard for me. Though I saved the money for many months , I still have only one dollar and eighty seven cents.德拉：生活对我来说很困难，虽然我很多个月以前就开始存钱了，我仍然只有1.87美元。

D: I—- I—- I have to have my hair cut and sold it . In that way I can get some money and I can buy a beautiful present for Jim.德拉：我……我……我不得不剪了头发去卖掉，那样我就能得到一些钱去买礼物给吉姆了。

麦琪的礼物英文优美句子摘抄

麦琪的礼物英文优美句子摘抄1. 麦琪的礼物英文短语文章One dollar and eighty-seven cents. That was all. And sixty cents of it was in pennies. Pennies saved one and two at a time by bulldozing the grocer and the vegetable man and the butcher until one's cheeks burned with the silent imputation of parsimony that such close dealing implied. Three times Della counted it. One dollar and eighty- seven cents. And the next day would be Christmas.There was clearly nothing to do but flop down on the shabby little couch and howl. So Della did it. Which instigates the moral reflection that life is made up of sobs, sniffles, and smiles, with sniffles predominating.While the mistress of the home is gradually subsiding from the first stage to the second, take a look at the home. A furnished flat at $8 per week. It did not exactly beggar description, but it certainly had that word on the lookout for the mendicancy squad.In the vestibule below was a letter-box into which no letter would go, and an electric button from which no mortal finger could coax a ring. Also appertaining thereunto was a card bearing the name "Mr. James Dillingham Young."The "Dillingham" had been flung to the breeze during a former period of prosperity when its possessor was being paid $30 per week. Now, when the income was shrunk to $20, though, they were thinking seriously of contracting to a modest and unassuming D. But whenever Mr. James Dillingham Young came home and reached his flat above he was called "Jim" and greatly hugged by Mrs. James Dillingham Young, already introduced to you as Della. Which is all very good.Della finished her cry and attended to her cheeks with the powder rag. She stood by the window and looked out dully at a gray cat walking a gray fencein a gray backyard. Tomorrow would be Christmas Day, and she had only $1.87 with which to buy Jim a present. She had been saving every penny she could for months, with this result. Twenty dollars a week doesn't go far. Expenses had been greater than she had calculated. They always are. Only $1.87 to buy a present for Jim. Her Jim. Many a happy hour she had spent planning for something nice for him. Something fine and rare and sterling--something just a little bit near to being worthy of the honor of being owned by Jim.There was a pier-glass between the windows of the room. Perhaps you have seen a pierglass in an $8 flat. A very thin and very agile person may, by observing his reflection in a rapid sequence of longitudinal strips, obtain a fairly accurate conception of his looks. Della, being slender, had mastered the art.Suddenly she whirled from the window and stood before the glass. her eyes were shining brilliantly, but her face had lost its color within twenty seconds. Rapidly she pulled down her hair and let it fall to its full length.Now, there were two possessions of the James Dillingham Youngs in which they both took a mighty pride. One was Jim's gold watch that had been his father's and his grandfather's. The other was Della's hair. Had the queen of Sheba lived in the flat across the airshaft, Della would have let her hair hang out the window some day to dry just to depreciate Her Majesty's jewels and gifts. Had King Solomon been the janitor, with all his treasures piled up in the basement, Jim would have pulled out his watch every time he passed, just to see him pluck at his beard from envy.So now Della's beautiful hair fell about her rippling and shining like a cascade of brown waters. It reached below her knee and made itself almost a garment for her. And then she did it up again nervously and quickly. Once she faltered for a minute and stood still while a tear or two splashedon the worn red carpet.On went her old brown jacket; on went her old brown hat. With a whirl of skirts and with the brilliant sparkle still in her eyes, she fluttered out the door and down the stairs to the street.Where she stopped the sign read: "Mne. Sofronie. Hair Goods of All Kinds." One flight up Della ran, and collected herself, panting. Madame, large, too white, chilly, hardly looked the "Sofronie.""Will you buy my hair?" asked Della."I buy hair," said Madame. "Take yer hat off and let's have a sight at the looks of it."Down rippled the brown cascade."Twenty dollars," said Madame, lifting the mass with a practised hand."Give it to me quick," said Della.Oh, and the next two hours tripped by on rosy wings. Forget the hashed metaphor. She was ransacking the stores for Jim's present.She found it at last. It surely had been made for Jim and no one else. There was no other like it in any of the stores, and she had turned all of them inside out. It was a platinum fob chain simple and chaste in design, 。

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One dollar and eighty-seven cents. That was all. And sixty cents of it was in pennies. Pennies saved one and two at a time by bulldozing the grocer and the vegetable man and the butcher until one’s cheeks burned with the silent imputation of parsimony that such close dealing implied. Three times Della counted it. One dollar and eighty-seven cents. And the next day would be Christmas.There was clearly nothing to do but flop down on the shabby little couch and howl. So Della did it. Which instigates the moral reflection that life is made up of sobs, sniffles, and smiles, with sniffles predominating.While the mistress of the home is gradually subsiding from the first stage to the second, take a look at the home. A furnished flat at $8 per week. It did not exactly beggar description, but it certainly had that word on the lookout for the mendicancy squad.In the vestibule below was a letter-box into which no letter would go, and an electric button from which no mortal finger could coax a ring. Also appertaining thereunto was a card bearing the name “Mr. James Dillingham Young.”The “Dillingham” had been flung to the breeze during a former period of prosperity when its possessor was being paid $30 per week. Now, when the income was shrunk to $20, though, they were thinking seriously of contracting to a modest and unassuming D. But whenever Mr. James Dillingham Young came home and reached his flat above he was called “Jim” and greatly hugged by Mrs. James Dillingham Young, already introduced to you as Della. Which is all very good.Della finished her cry and attended to her cheeks with the powder rag. She stood by the window and looked out dully at a gray cat walking a gray fence in a gray backyard. Tomorrow would be Christmas Day, and she had only $1.87 with which to buy Jim a present. She had been saving every penny she could for months, with this result. Twenty dollars a week doesn’t go far. Expenses had been greater than she had calculated. They always are. Only $1.87 to buy a present for Jim. Her Jim. Many a happy hour she had spent planning for something nice for him. Something fine and rare and sterling—something just a little bit near to being worthy of the honor of being owned by Jim.There was a pier glass between the windows of the room. Perhaps you have seen a pier glass in an $8 flat. A very thin and very agile person may, by observing his reflection in a rapid sequence of longitudinal strips, obtain a fairly accurate conception of his looks. Della, being slender, had mastered the art.Suddenly she whirled from the window and stood before the glass. Her eyes were shining brilliantly, but her face had lost its color within twenty seconds. Rapidly she pulled down her hair and let it fall to its full length.Now, there were two possessions of the James Dillingham Youngs in which they both took a mighty pride. One was Jim’s gold watch that had been his father’s and his grandfather’s. The other was Della’s hair. Had the queen of Sheba lived in the flat across the airshaft, Della would have let her hair hang out the window some day to dry just to depreciate Her Majesty’s jewels and gifts. Had King Solomon been the janitor, with all his treasures piled up in the basement, Jim would have pulled out his watch every time he passed, just to see him pluck at his beard from envy.So now Della’s beautiful hair fell about her rippling and shining like a cascade of brown waters. It reached below her knee and made itself almost a garment for her. And then she did it up again nervously and quickly. Once she faltered for a minute and stood still while a tear or two splashed on the worn red carpet.On went her old brown jacket; on went her old brown hat. With a whirl of skirts and with the brilliant sparkle still in her eyes, she fluttered out the door and down the stairs to the street.Where she stopped the sign read: “Mme. Sofronie. Hair Goods of All Kinds.” One flight up Della ran, and collected herself, panting. Madame, large, too white, chilly, hardly looked the “Sofronie.”“Will you buy my hair?” asked Della.“I buy hair,” said Madame. “Take yer hat off and let’s have a sight at the looks of it.”Down rippled the brown cascade.“Twenty dollars,” said Madame, lifting the mass with a practised hand.“Give it to me quick,” said Della.Oh, and the next two hours tripped by on rosy wings. Forget the hashed metaphor. She was ransacking the stores for Jim’s present.She found it at last. It surely had been made for Jim and no one else. There was no other like it in any of the stores, and she had turned all of them inside out. It was a platinum fob chain simple and chaste in design, properly proclaiming its value by substance alone and not by meretriciousornamentation—as all good things should do. It was even worthy of The Watch. As soon as she saw it she knew that it must be Jim’s. It was like him. Quietness and value—the description applied to both. Twenty-one dollars they took from her for it, and she hurried home with the 87 cents. With that chain on his watch Jim might be properly anxious about the time in any company. Grand as the watch was, he sometimes looked at it on the sly on account of the old leather strap that he used in place of a chain.When Della reached home her intoxication gave way a little to prudence and reason. She got out her curling irons and lighted the gas and went to work repairing the ravages made by generosity added to love. Which is always a tremendous task, dear friends—a mammoth task.Within forty minutes her head was covered with tiny, close-lying curls that made her look wonderfully like a truant schoolboy. She looked at her reflection in the mirror long, carefully, and critically.“If Jim doesn’t kill me,” she said to herself, “before he takes a second look at me, he’ll say I look like a Coney Island chorus girl. But what could I do—oh! what could I do with a dollar and eighty-seven cents?”At 7 o’clock the coffee was made and the frying-pan was on the back of the stove hot and ready to cook the chops.Jim was never late. Della doubled the fob chain in her hand and sat on the corner of the table near the door that he always entered. Then she heard his step on the stair away down on the first flight, and she turned white for just a moment. She had a habit of saying a little silent prayer about the simplest everyd ay things, and now she whispered: “Please God, make him think I am still pretty.”The door opened and Jim stepped in and closed it. He looked thin and very serious. Poor fellow, he was only twenty-two—and to be burdened with a family! He needed a new overcoat and he was without gloves.Jim stopped inside the door, as immovable as a setter at the scent of quail. His eyes were fixed upon Della, and there was an expression in them that she could not read, and it terrified her. It was not anger, nor surprise, nor disapproval, nor horror, nor any of the sentiments that she had been prepared for. He simply stared at her fixedly with that peculiar expression on his face. Della wriggled off the table and went for him.“Jim, darling,” she cried, “don’t look a t me that way. I had my hair cut off and sold because I couldn’t have lived through Christmas without giving you a present. It’ll grow out again—you won’t mind, will you? I just had to do it. My hair grows awfully fast. Say ‘Merry Christmas!’ Jim, and let’s be happy. You don’t know what a nice—what a beautiful, nice gift I’ve got for you.”“You’ve cut off your hair?” asked Jim, laboriously, as if he had not arrived at that patent fact yet even after the hardest mental labor.“Cut it off and sold it,” said Della. “Don’t you like me just as well, anyhow? I’m me without my hair, ain’t I?”Jim looked about the room curiously.“You say your hair is gone?” he said, with an air almost of idiocy.“You needn’t look for it,” said Della. “It’s sold, I tell yo u—sold and gone, too. It’s Christmas Eve, boy. Be good to me, for it went for you. Maybe the hairs of my head were numbered,” she went on with sudden serious sweetness, “but nobody could ever count my love for you. Shall I put the chops on, Jim?”Out of his trance Jim seemed quickly to wake. He enfolded his Della. For ten seconds let us regard with discreet scrutiny some inconsequential object in the other direction. Eight dollars a week or a million a year—what is the difference?A mathematician or a wit would give you the wrong answer. The magi brought valuable gifts, but that was not among them. This dark assertion will be illuminated later on.Jim drew a package from his overcoat pocket and threw it upon the table.“Don’t make any mistake, Dell,” he said, “about me. I don’t think there’s anything in the way of a haircut or a shave or a shampoo that could make me like my girl any less. But if you’ll unwrap that package you may see why you had me going a while at first.”White fingers and nimble tore at the string and paper. And then an ecstatic scream of joy; and then, alas! a quick feminine change to hysterical tears and wails, necessitating the immediate employment of all the comforting powers of the lord of the flat.For there lay The Combs—the set of combs, side and back, that Della had worshipped long in a Broadway window. Beautiful combs, pure tortoise shell, with jewelled rims—just the shade to wear in the beautiful vanished hair. They were expensive combs, she knew, and her heart had simply craved andyearned over them without the least hope of possession. And now, they were hers, but the tresses that should have adorned the coveted adornments were gone.But she hugged them to her bosom, and at length she was able to look up with dim eyes and a smile and say: “My hair grows so fast, Jim!”And then Della leaped up like a little singed cat and cried, “Oh, oh!”Jim had not yet seen his beautiful present. She held it out to him eagerly upon her open palm. The dull precious metal seemed to flash with a reflection of her bright and ardent spirit.“Isn’t it a dandy, Jim? I hunted all over town to find it. You’ll have to look at the time a hundred times a day now. Give me your watch. I want to see how it looks on it.”Instead of obeying, Jim tumbled down on the couch and put his hands under the back of his head and smiled.“Dell,” said he, “let’s put our Christmas presents away and keep ’em a while. They’re too nice to use just at present. I sold the watch to get the money to buy your combs. And now suppose you put the chops on.”The magi, as you know, were wise men—wonderfully wise men—who brought gifts to the Babe in the manger. They invented the art of giving Christmas presents. Being wise, their gifts were no doubt wise ones, possibly bearing the privilege of exchange in case of duplication. And here I have lamely related to you the uneventful chronicle of two foolish children in a flat who most unwisely sacrificed for each other the greatest treasures of their house. But in a last word to the wise of these days let it be said that of all who give gifts these two were the wisest. Of all who give and receive gifts, such as they are wisest. Everywhere they are wisest. They are the magi.。

麦琪的礼物中英文对照2

吉姆⼀贯准时回家。

德拉将表链对叠握在⼿⼼，坐在离他⼀贯进门最近的桌⼦⾓上。

接着，她听见下⾯楼梯上响起了他的脚步声，她紧张得脸⾊失去了⼀会⼉⾎⾊。

她习惯于为了最简单的⽇常事物⽽默默祈祷，此刻，她悄声道：“求求上帝，让他觉得我还是漂亮的吧。

”门开了，吉姆步⼊，随⼿关上了门。

他显得瘦削⽽⼜⾮常严肃。

可怜的⼈⼉，他才⼆⼗⼆岁，就挑起了家庭重担！他需要买件新⼤⾐，连⼿套也没有呀。

吉姆站在屋⾥的门⼝边，纹丝不动地好像猎⽝嗅到了鹌鹑的⽓味似的。

他的两眼固定在德拉⾝上，其神情使她⽆法理解，令她⽑⾻悚然。

既不是愤怒，也不是惊讶，⼜不是不满，更不是嫌恶，根本不是她所预料的任何⼀种神情。

他仅仅是⾯带这种神情死死地盯着德拉。

德拉⼀扭腰，从桌上跳了下来，向他⾛过去。

“吉姆，亲爱的，”她喊道，“别那样盯着我。

我把头发剪掉卖了，因为不送你⼀件礼物，我⽆法过圣诞节。

头发会再长起来——你不会介意，是吗？我⾮这么做不可。

我的头发长得快极了。

说‘恭贺圣诞’吧！吉姆，让我们快快乐乐的。

你肯定猜不着我给你买了⼀件多么好的——多么美丽精致的礼物啊！”“你已经把头发剪掉了？”吉姆吃⼒地问道，似乎他绞尽脑汁也没弄明⽩这明摆着的事实。

“剪掉卖了，”德拉说。

“不管怎么说，你不也同样喜欢我吗？没了长发，我还是我嘛，对吗？”吉姆古怪地四下望望这房间。

“你说你的头发没有了吗？”他差不多是⽩痴似地问道。

“别找啦，”德拉说。

“告诉你，我已经卖了——卖掉了，没有啦。

这是圣诞前夜，好⼈⼉。

好好待我，这是为了你呀。

也许我的头发数得清，”突然她特别温柔地接下去，“可谁也数不清我对你的恩爱啊。

我做⾁排了吗，吉姆？”吉姆好像从恍惚之中醒来，把德拉紧紧地搂在怀⾥。

现在，别着急，先让我们花个⼗秒钟从另⼀⾓度审慎地思索⼀下某些⽆关紧要的事。

房租每周⼋美元，或者⼀百万美元——那有什么差别呢？数学家或才⼦会给你错误的答案。

麦琪②带来了宝贵的礼物，但就是缺少了那件东西。

这句晦涩的话，下⽂将有所交待。

麦琪的礼物英文戏剧剧本

THE GIFT OF THE MAGIE第一幕Della and her husband lived a poor life. They had two valuable things: one was Jim’s gold watch and the other was Della’s beautiful, brown hair. One day, they go out for a walk.(Della approached to a special comb，fiddling with her attractive hair. )Della: (turned back to Jim then asked) Jim, this comb is strange, isn’t it?Jim: (Got close to Della) do you like it? We can buy it if you do.Dells: No. I… I am just thinking about its strange shape. (开始玩赏梳子)Jim: (Looking at and touching Della’s beautiful hair, he considered that …Maybe I can buy a beautiful comb for Della, as a Christmas gift! Her beautiful hair deserves it. Yes, she would surely like it!Della: Jim? (Smile) let’s go and see what other interesting things can find. (于是挽着Jim 的手继续往前走)Della passed by a jewelry shop, and saw a golden chain. She felt happy and went into the shop. There were two wealthy women in the shop; the boss was showing them jewelry.路过一个珠宝店，Della从橱窗里看到一条金色的怀表链子。

麦琪的礼物英文剧本

《麦琪的礼物》The Gifts 礼物，这个话剧改编自《麦琪的礼物》，《麦琪的礼物》是美国著名文学家欧·亨利写的一篇短篇小说，它通过写在圣诞节前一天，一对小夫妻互赠礼物，结果阴差阳错，两人珍贵的礼物都变成了无用的东西，而他们却得到了比任何实物都宝贵的东西——爱，告诉人们尊重他人的爱，学会去爱他人，是人类文明的一个重要表现。

Mon.：Tomorrow will be Christmas. But Della feels very sad. Because she has no money to buy a present for her husband , Jim . She has only one dollar and eighty-seven cents . They have only 20 dollars a week, it doesn’t leave much for saving.旁白：明天是圣诞节，但是德拉觉得很难过，因为她无钱为她丈夫吉姆买一圣诞礼物，她只有1.87美元，他们一个月只有20美元的收入，那很难再从中省钱了。

In fact, Della and Jim have two possessions in which they both take very great pride. One is Jim’s gold watch, which has been his father’s and his grandfather’s. The other is Della’s long beautiful hair.事实上，德拉和吉姆有两件让他们引以为豪的宝贝，一件是吉姆的金表，那是从他祖父和父亲那里留传下来的，还有一件是德拉那一头棕发，又长又美丽。

D: Life is so hard for me. Though I saved the money for many months , I still have only one dollar and eighty seven cents.德拉：生活对我来说很困难，虽然我很多个月以前就开始存钱了，我仍然只有1.87美元。

英文版：麦琪的礼物

throim: Jim the name is first appeared as the whole name James Dillingham Young. The description of contracting his middle name shows that they lived a better life before but live a poor life now. Though the whole story is based on Jim’s watch, he is appeared at the end of the story. But the character soon catches my eye with several actions, “his eyes were fixed upon Della”, “he simply stared at her fixedly”, the series of “nor” and so on. These actions indicate that he loves his wife so much that he even sells out his heirloom. i think that the most impressive plot of the story is the appearance of Jim and his actions.
But they were very poor.
• Della only has one dollar and eightyseven cents. she knew it was not enough to buy any good gift. she has no idea , so she decided to cut down her beautiful brown hair and sold it, exchanged for 20 dollars. She used 21 dollars to buy a platinum fob chain(白金表链） for Jim.

麦琪的礼物好词好句摘抄

麦琪的礼物好词好句摘抄《麦琪的礼物》是英国作家W·萨默塞特·毛姆于1915年出版的短篇小说集，集合了作者在东方旅行时的观察和思考。

小说中的每个故事都带有麦琪这位女主角的线索，通过她的视角，揭示了人性的复杂和人与人之间的关系。

本文将为大家摘要出《麦琪的礼物》中的一些好词好句，旨在揭示作者对人性的独特洞见，以及展示他精湛的写作技巧。

1. "Beauty is a form of Genius--is higher, indeed, than Genius, as it needs no explanation."(美是一种天才的表现形式，甚至比天才更高尚，因为它不需要解释。

)这句话出现在《麦琪的礼物》的开头，它从深层次上揭示了美的重要性和它所具有的神奇力量。

伟大的美能打破语言的障碍，让观者感受到特殊的情感和体验。

这句话的启示意味着美是一种直观的境界，它不需要解释或理解，只需被欣赏和体验。

2. "There is always one who loves and one who lets himself be loved."(总是有一个人会爱，有一个人会让自己被爱。

)这句话表达了人际关系中的常见动态。

在一段感情关系中，总会有一个人主动付出爱，而另一个人则无条件地接受这份爱。

这句话反映了情感的不平衡与权衡，同时也揭示了人们在爱的过程中所经历的痛苦和喜悦。

3. "To desire and strive to be of some service to the world, to aim at doing something which shall really increase the happiness and welfare and virtue of mankind--this is a choice which is possible for all of us; and surely it is a good haven to sail for."(渴望并努力为世界做一些有益的事情，努力做一些真正能增加人类幸福、福祉和美德的事情，这对于我们每个人来说都是可能的选择；而且这无疑是一个值得航行的好港湾。

英语剧本麦琪的礼物

THE GIFT OF THE MAGIBy O. Henry人物：安琪德拉吉姆莎孚朗尼亚夫人服务员A 服务员B第一场人物：安琪（A），德拉（D），莎弗朗尼娅夫人（M）,服务员1（S1），服务员2(S2)MAGI DELLA MNE.SOFRONIE SELLSGIRL1 SELLSGIRL2地点：小街的拐角处（背景音乐响起）A:（面向观众，微笑）I'm the angle of love. Today is Christmas Eve; I’m coming to the earth for succeeding the massion of Maggie. Somebody is coming.德拉带上帽子冲出门莎弗朗尼娅夫人拿着牌子，上面写着“Madam Sofronnie,I buy all kinds of hair goods”D: (呆呆地)Are you Madam Sofronnie?S1：No,I am not.What is wrong?D:I want to sell my hair.S1:OK!Follow me.S1:Excuse me,Mrs Sofronnie.There is alady want to meet you.M:Let her come.D:Hello!You must be Mrs Sofronnie.M: (冰冷地)Yes ,I am.D: So, will you buy my hair?M: Yes,I buy all kinds of hair.Sit down, please.Take your hat off and let me have a look.D:(小心翼翼地脱下帽子)Will you buy my hair?M:(惊讶)Are you sure to sell it?S2:How beautiful the hair is.Just like the golden fall.D:(眷恋地摸摸头发，转而坚决)Yes,I'll sell it.Tell me , how much does it worth? S2:I have never seen such beautiful hair.It can sell a good price.M:(绕着德拉走了一圈，强压住兴奋)Well, I'll give you the hightest price.Twenty dollars,that's enough.D: All right,but please give it to me quickly.M: Don't hurry,let me have your hair cut first.(拿出剪刀，并发出咔咔声)So,I'll start? D:(闭上眼睛，干脆地说)Just do it.S2:What a pity to cut the long hair!M:(熟练地剪完头发)Here you are.Twenty dollars.D: Thank you(谨慎地接过钱，再看一眼头发)Thank you.(揣着钱急冲冲地下）A: Oh,what a poor woman!Why did she do that?Why did you sell her beautiful long hair?It is so unbelivable.M: Oh,my god.How beautifl the hair is!Twenty dollars is beyond its value!Oh,so beautiful ! Ha ha！I'll take ithome and have a happy Chirstmas!(捧着头发下)A: Della has spent two hours in the street,what does she want to buy on earth?D:(立在一个橱窗前) Oh,what a beautiful gold watchchain.I think it must match Jim's gold watch.When hesees it,he must be very happy.The price is twenty-one dollars,I can still have eight cents left. I'll get it.第二场人物：安琪（A），吉姆（J），营业员小姐（S）,老板(B)，老板娘(W) MAGI JIM SELLSGIRL BOSS BOSS'SWIFE 地点：百老汇路上的一家商店A:Why are there so many things that we have to give up in the world?Giving up for what?吉姆走进商店J:Excuse me,could I sell a watch here?S:(上下打量的眼神) You? Sell a watch? I'm sorry, I don't think a man who has a economic brain will buy athing which is as useless as litter.J:(诚恳又着急)No, it is a gold watch!(脱下手腕上的手表) It's the most valuable thing I have.S:(不屑一顾)Oh?The most valuable?I have to see how rare a watch can a poor man own like you !J:(递表)It's the third succession of my ancesters.A: Oh, what a reluctant give up!S:(抢过表，忽然两眼放光) Amm, it's a true gold watch. Wait for a moment.I'll ask my boss.S:Excuse me,boss.A young man want to sell this golden watch.B:Let me have a look.W:Oh!Oh, good guy! It's a true sense of gold watch!B:Yes,I should ask how much money does he want.B:How much do you want?J:(指着柜台内的一套发梳) I don't want any money. I, I just want the beautiful comb! W:You mean,the comb?(拿出发梳)You just want the comb?J:Yes, it is the very thing that my wife has wanted for a long time!A:His wife?Comb?S:(兴奋)Oh, look at it! What a nice comb!J:Yes, it is quite beautiful! It would be good enough to match my wife's golden yellow hair.But,do youwant to trade with me?B:(故做忧郁状) Let me see！J: I'm pleasant to exchange the gold watch for the comb. I know how my wife likes it! B:You're so whole-hearted that it's hard for me to refuse you!（递过发梳）J: Oh,thank you!(兴奋地接过发梳)Thank you!(兴奋地带着发梳下)W:(细看金表)Oh, good guy! It's a true sense of gold watch!(窃喜)No comb can be compared with it!A: He should not be a foolish man!But he is willing to change a gold watch for a comb!She must be ahappy wife!第三场人物：安琪（A），吉姆（J），德拉（D）MAGI JIM DELLA地点：吉姆和德拉的家德拉拿着镜子欣赏着自己的新发型A: What a poor woman,she looked wonderfully like a truant schoolboy.However,she is a happy wife,too.Her husband loves her so much.D:(对着镜子自言自语)If Jim doesn't kill me,before he takes a second look at me,he'll say I like a chorus girlof Coney Island.But I have no choice.Oh!What can I do with one dollar and eighty-seven cents?Please God,let Jim still consider that I'm still pretty .D:I don't know whether he'll continue love me.吉姆进门，愣住，用奇怪的眼神打量德拉J：Della?D: Jim, darling. Don't look at me in this way.I had my hair cut and sold, because I can't forgive me if I werenot give a presant to you.You won't care about it, will you?You know,my hair grows very fast. Say "MerryChristmas", Jim! And let's happy as usual. You don't know what a nice , what a beautiful gift I've boughtfor you.J:(似乎没反应过来，吃力地) You've cut your hair?D:Cut and sold .(握住吉姆的手)You will love me forever no matter what hapens, is it right？Without myhair, I am the same. Don't you think so？J:(用近乎白痴的眼神，四下张望着屋子，似乎在寻找着什么)You mean that your hair has gone?D:You need't look for it.I'd sold it.I tell you,cut and sold. Tonight is Chirstmas Eve, Jim. I sold my hairwas all for you. My hair are countable,but nobody could ever count my love for you. Shall I put thechops on, Jim？吉姆从恍惚中清醒过来，拥住德拉A: Oh,look at the shabby house,which costs eight dollars,or one millon room charge a year,There areno different.J: (吉姆从口袋掏出一包东西，扔到桌上) Don't make any mistakes about me, Della.I don't think there'sanything in the way of a haircut or a shave or a shampoo that could make me like my girl any less.Butif you'll upwrap the package,you may realize why you had me going while at first. 德拉敏捷地打开盒子，一阵狂喜，而后神经质地大笑了D:My hair grows so fast, Jim. Oh,oh! Isn't it a danndy,Jim?（将盒子紧紧抱在怀中，掏出表链放到吉姆手中）I hunted all over town to find it. You can look at the time a hundred times a day now.Give me your watch,I want to see how it looks on it.J:(微笑)Della,let's put our Chirstmas presents away and keep them a while.They're too nice to use just atpresent. I sold the watch to get money to buy your combs. And now, suppose you put the chops on.A: Now that, it isn't necessary.For me,the angle of love, giving the gift to the happy couple.They give themost valuable and priceless gifts to each other. That is what I want to give -- Love!。

中学英语短剧表演之麦琪的礼物

Micky’s PresentN：Many years ago, there is couple. The husband’s name is Jim, and the wife’s name is Della. Though they lead a very hard life, they love each other very much. One year just one day before Christmas. Della wants to buy a Christmas present for her husband.D: (在街上边走边自言自语)My husband Jim works very hard. He is a very good husband. But what present shall I buy for him. (戴拉停在一个手表店面前：) Oh, I remember, he wears an old watch. The watch is very valuable, it is past to him by his father’s father. He likes the watch very much. But the watch lost its chain, I can buy one for him, so that he can wear his watch whenever he wants.(戴拉走进商店向商店老板B打招呼)B: Good afternoon, madam, may I help you.D: Yes, I want to buy a chain for my husband to wear his dear watch. Oh, this one, this golden chain, its matches my husband’s watch very well. How much is this.B: 20 dollars, madam. It’s a very precious one. I think your husband will like it very much if you give it to him as a present. (把表链给戴拉)D: （戴拉端详好久，自语）Yes, it’s beautiful, but 20 dollars is a lot of money. Life is so hard for me. Though I saved the money for many months, I still have only one dollar and eighty seven cents.D: I---- I---- I have to have my hair cut and sold it. In that way I can get some money and I can buy the beautiful chain for Jim.(At the shop—―Madame Sofronie. We Buy Hair Goods of All Kinds‖)D: Will you buy my hair?M: Yes, I buy all kinds of hair. Sit down, please. Take your hat off and let me have a look. Oh, very beautiful. Very good! Twenty dollars, OK?D: All right. But please give it to me quickly.M: Here you are. Twenty dollars.D: Thank you. Bye.M: Bye.N：Della went to the Gold Shop and bought a gold watch chain for Jim. Now, Della is at home.D: (Della 坐在家里端详表链，自语) what a beautiful gold watch chain. I think it will match Jim's well. When he sees it he must be very happy.(Suddenly the door opened and in came Jim.)J: Della, Della, merry Christmas, come and see what I have brought for you-----(当看到Della 的头发已经不存在的时候，Jim停住了，惊讶的看着Della)D: Jim. Don’t look at me that way. I had my hair cut off and sold it because I couldn’t have lived through Christmas without giving you a present. Jim, it will grow quickly. You don’t mind, do you? I just had to do it. My hair grows very fast, you know. Say ―Merry Christmas!‖ Jim, and let’s be happy.J: You’ve cut off your hair?D: I’ve cut it off and sold it. It’s sold. I tell you -sold and gone, too. It’s Christmas Eve, Jim. Be good to me, for it went for you.J: Well, Della. Don’t make any mistake about me. I don’t think there’s anything about a hair cut that could make me love you any less. I know, it went for me. Look at this package.D: What?J: Look at it yourself. You’ll see.D: Ah! The combs. They were in the shop windows for many months!J: Yes, the beautiful combs--just the color to wear in your beautiful, hair.D: But, Jim. They are expensive combs. I know. I had longed for them for a long time. Now they are mine. Thank you, Jim. (停顿) But Jim, how did you get the money to buy it. I don’t think you have so much money.(用怀疑的眼光看着Jim)J; Now, you will see why I was upset at first.D: Jim, you don’t know what a nice –what a beautiful, nice gift I’ve got for you. Can you guess?J: I'm sorry. I won't guess.D: Look. A gold watch chain. Isn’t it lovely, Jim? I hunted all over the town to find it. You’ll have to look at the time a hundred times a day now. Give me your watch. I want to see how it looks on it.J: (取回梳子)Della, I sold the watch to buy you this to comb your beautiful hair. And you sold your hair to buy me this to let me wear the watch. Although we are so poor, we love each other so much. Do you think so?D: Yes, I love you too. (拥抱)J: Now, Let’s put our Christmas gifts away and keep them a while. They’re too n ice to use just at present. Now, let’s have our supper.。

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