秘密花园英文版.doc

(完整word)秘密花园英文版简 介“咱俩差不多，”本威瑟斯塔夫老头对玛丽说。“长得丑，脾气也不好。可怜的玛丽！谁都不要她，也没人喜欢她。父母去世以后，她被人从印度送回英国的约克郡,住在她舅舅的家里。那是一幢旧房子，很大，差不多有上百个房间，可大部分都关得严严实实，还上了锁.玛丽住在那儿，情绪很坏，她感到厌烦、孤独,整天没事可做，除了园丁本威瑟斯塔夫老头，没人跟她说说话。不过后来玛丽听说了有关秘密花园的事。那花园的门紧锁着，钥匙也不知哪儿去了.10年了，除了那只能够飞过围墙的知更鸟,没有一个人进过那园子。玛丽望着知更鸟,琢磨着钥匙会在哪儿再后来，夜里房子中什么地方传来奇怪的哭声,听起来像是个孩子弗朗西丝霍奇森伯内特生于1849年，卒于1924年。从16岁起她大部分时间住在美国,但经常回英格兰。她是一位终身作家，写了很多书，秘密花园是她的代表作。1 Little Miss MaryNobody seemed to care about MaryShe was born in India，where her father was a British officialHe was busy with his work，and her mother，who was very beautiful， spent all her time going to partiesSo an Indian woman，Kamala，was paid to take care of the little girlMary was not a pretty childShe had a thin angry face and thin yellow hair She was always giving orders to Kamala,who had to obey Mary never thought of other people， but only of herselfIn fact，she was a very selfish，disagreeable，badtempered little girlOne very hot morning，when she was about nine years old, she woke up and saw that instead of Kamala there was a different Indian servant by her bedWhat are you doing here？she asked crosslyGo away! And send Kamala to me at once！The woman looked afraidIm sorry，Miss Mary,she she-she cant come！Something strange was happening that daySome of the house servants were missing and everybody looked frightened But nobody told Mary anything,and Kamala still did not comeSo at last Mary went out into the garden,and played by herself under a treeShe pretended she was making her own flower garden,and picked large red flowers to push into the groundAll the time she was saying crossly to herself，I hate Kamala！Ill hit her when she comes back!Just then she saw her mother coming into the garden，with a young EnglishmanThey did not notice the child，who listened to their conversationIts very bad,is it？her mother asked the young man in a worried voiceVery bad，he answered seriouslyPeople are dying like fliesIts dangerous to stay in this townYou should go to the hills，where theres no diseaseOh，I know!she criedWe must leave soon！Suddenly they heard loud cries coming from the servantsrooms，at the side of the houseWhats happened？cried Marys mother wildlyI think one of your servants has just diedYou didnt tell me the disease is here，in your house!I didnt know！she screamedQuick，come with me！And together they ran into the houseNow Mary understood what was wrongThe terrible disease had already killed many people in the town，and in all the houses people were dyingIn Marys house it was Kamala who had just diedLater that day three more servants died thereAll through the night and the next day people ran in and out of the house，shouting and cryingNobody thought of Mary She hid in her bedroom，frightened by the strange and terrible sounds that she heard around herSometimes she cried and sometimes she sleptWhen she woke the next day，the house was silentPerhaps the disease has gone，she thought，and everybody is well againI wonder who will take care of me instead of Kamala？Why doesnt someone bring me some food？Its strange the house is so quietBut just then she heard mens voices in the hallHow sad！ said oneThat beautiful woman!There was a child too，wasnt there？said the otherAlthough none of us ever saw herMary was standing in the middle of her room when they opened the door a few minutes laterThe two men jumped back in surpriseMy name is Mary Lennox,she said crosslyI was asleep when everyone was ill，and now Im hungryIts the child,the one nobody ever saw！said the older man to the otherTheyve all forgotten her！Why was I forgotten？asked Mary angrilyWhy has nobody come to take care of me？The younger man looked at her very sadlyPoor child！ he saidYou see，theres nobody left alive in the houseSo nobody can comeIn this strange and sudden way Mary learnt that both her mother and her father had diedThe few servants who had not died had run away in the nightNo one had remembered little Miss MaryShe was all aloneBecause she had never known her parents well，she did not miss them at allShe only thought of herself，as she had always doneWhere will I live？she wonderedI hope Ill stay with people wholl let me do what I wantAt first she was taken to an English family who had known her parentsShe hated their untidy house and noisy children, and preferred playing by herself in the gardenOne day she was playing her favourite game,pretending to make a garden， when one of the children，Basil，offered to helpGo away！cried MaryI dont want your help！For a moment Basil looked angry，and then he began to laugh He danced round and round Mary,and sang a funny little song about Miss Mary and her stupid flowersThis made Mary very cross indeedNo one had ever laughed at her so unkindlyYoure going home soon，said BasilAnd were all very pleased youre leaving！Im pleased too，replied MaryBut wheres home？Youre stupid if you dont know that！laughed Basil England，of course！Youre going to live with your uncle，Mr Archibald GravenIve never heard of him,said Mary coldlyBut I know about him because I heard Father and Mother talking，said BasilHe lives in a big lonely old house，and has no friends，because hes so badtemperedHes got a crooked back，and hes horrid！I dont believe you！cried MaryBut the next day Basils parents explained that she was going to live with her uncle in Yorkshire,in the north of EnglandMary looked bored and cross and said nothingAfter the long sea journey,she was met in London by Mr Cravens housekeeper,Mrs MedlockTogether they travelled north by trainMrs Medlock was a large woman，with a very red face and bright black eyesMary did not like her,but that was not surprising，because she did not usually like peopleMrs Medlock did not like Mary eitherWhat a disagreeable child!thought the housekeeperBut perhaps I should talk to herI can tell you a bit about your uncle if you like,she said aloudHe lives in a big old house,a long way from anywhere There are nearly a hundred rooms，but most of them are shut and lockedTheres a big park round the house，and all kinds of gardensWell,what do you think of that？Nothing，replied MaryIt doesnt matter to meMrs Medlock laughedYoure a hard little girl！Well，if you dont care，Mr Craven doesnt eitherHe never spends time on anyoneHes got a crooked back，you see，and although hes always been rich，he was never really happy until he marriedMarried?repeated Mary in surpriseYes，he married a sweet，pretty girl,and he loved her deeplySo when she diedOh！Did she die?asked Mary，interestedYes,she didAnd now he doesnt care about anybodyIf hes at home,he stays in his room and sees nobodyHe wont want to see you，so you must stay out of his way and do what youre toldMary stared out of the train window at the grey sky and the rainShe was not looking forward to life at her uncles houseThe train journey lasted all day，and it was dark when they arrived at the stationThen there was a long drive to get to the houseIt was a cold，windy night,and it was raining heavily After a while Mary began to hear a strange,wild noiseShe looked out of the window，but could see nothing except the darknessWhats that noise？she asked Mrs MedlockItsIts not the sea，is it？No，thats the moorIts the sound the wind makes,blowing across the moorWhat is a moor？Its just miles and miles of wild land，with no trees or housesYour uncles house is right on the edge of the moorMary listened to the strange，frightening soundI dont like it，she thoughtI dont like itShe looked more disagreeable than ever2 Mary in YorkshireThey arrived at a very large old houseIt looked dark and unfriendly from the outsideInside,Mary looked around the big shadowy hall，and felt very small and lostThey went straight upstairsMary was shown to a room where there was a warm fire and food on the tableThis is your room，said Mrs MedlockGo to bed when youve had some supperAnd remember，you must stay in your room！Mr Craven doesnt want you to wander all over the house！When Mary woke up the next morning，she saw a young servant girl cleaning the fireplaceThe room seemed dark and rather strange,with pictures of dogs and horses and ladies on the wallsIt was not a childs room at allFrom the window she could not see any trees or houses，only wild land,which looked like a kind of purple seaWho are you？she asked the servant coldlyMartha，miss，answered the girl with a smileAnd whats that outside？Mary continuedThats the moor，smiled MarthaDo you like it?No，replied Mary immediatelyI hate itThats because you dont know itYou will like itI love itIts lovely in spring and summer when there are flowersIt always smells so sweetThe airs so fresh，and the birds sing so beautifullyI never want to leave the moorMary was feeling very badtemperedYoure a strange servant,she saidIn India we dont have conversations with servantsWe give orders，and they obey，and thats thatMartha did not seem to mind Marys crossnessI know I talk too much！she laughedAre you going to be my servant？asked MaryWell，not reallyI work for Mrs MedlockIm going to clean your room and bring you your food,but you wont need a servant except for those thingsBut whos going to dress me？Martha stopped cleaning，and stared at MaryThacannadress thysen?she asked，shockedWhat do you mean？ I dont understand your language！Oh,I forgotWe all speak the Yorkshire dialect here，but of course you dont understand thatI meant to say，cant you put on your own clothes？Of course not!My servant always used to dress meWell！I think you should learn to dress yourselfMy mother always says people should be able to take care of themselves, even if theyre rich and importantLittle Miss Mary was furious with MarthaIts different in India where I come from!You dont know anything about India,or about servants,or about anything!You youShe could not explain what she meantSuddenly she felt very confused and lonelyShe threw herself down on the bed and started cryiny wildlyNow,now，dont cry like that，Martha said gentlyIm very sorryYoure right，I dont know anything about anythingPlease stop crying，missShe sounded kind and friendly，and Mary began to feel better and soon stopped cryingMartha went on talking as she finished her cleaning,but Mary looked out of the window in a bored way，and pretended not to listenIve got eleven brothers and sisters,you know，miss Theres not much money in our houseAnd they all eat so much food！Mother says its the good fresh air on the moor that makes them so hungryMy brother Dickon，hes always out on the moorHes twelve,and hes got a horse which he rides sometimesWhere did he get it？asked MaryShe had always wanted an animal of her own,and so she began to feel a little interest in DickonOh，its a wild horse，but hes a kind boy,and animals like him，you seeNow you must have your breakfast,missHere it is on the tableI dont want it，said MaryIm not hungryWhat！ cried MarthaMy little brothers and sisters would eat all this in five minutes！Why？asked Mary coldlyBecause they dont get enough to eat，thats why,and theyre always hungryYoure very lucky to have the food, missMary said nothing，but she drank some tea and ate a little breadNow put a coat on and run outside to play，said MarthaItll do you good to be in the fresh airMary looked out of the window at the cold grey skyWhy should I go out on a day like this？she askedWell,theres nothing to play with indoors，is there？Mary realized Martha was rightBut who will go with me？she saidMartha stared at herNobodyYoull have to learn to play by yourself Dickon plays by himself on the moors for hours, with the wild birds，and the sheep，and the other animalsShe looked away for a momentPerhaps I shouldnt tell you this， but-but one of the walled gardens is locked upNobodys been in it for ten yearsIt was Mrs Gravens garden,and when she died so suddenly，Mr Craven locked it and buried the key Oh,I must go,I can hear Mrs Medlocks bell ringing for meMary went downstairs and wandered through the great empty gardensMany of the fruit and vegetable gardens had walls round them,but there were no locked doorsShe saw an old man digging in one of the vegetable gardens，but he looked cross and unfriendly，so she walked onHow ugly it all looks in winter！she thoughtBut what a mystery the locked garden is!Why did my uncle bury the key？If he loved his wife,why did he hate her garden?Perhaps Ill never knowI dont suppose Ill like him if I ever meet himAnd he wont like me，so I wont be able to ask himJust then she noticed a robin singing to her from a tree on the other side of a wallI think that trees in the secret garden！she told herselfTheres an extra wall here，and theres no way inShe went back to where the gardener was digging，and spoke to himAt first he answered in a very badtempered way，but suddenly the robin flew down near them，and the old man began to smileHe looked a different person then，and Mary thought how much nicer people looked when they smiledThe gardener spoke gently to the robin，and the pretty little bird hopped on the ground near themHes my friend，he is，said the old manThere arent any other robins in the garden，so hes a bit lonelyHe spoke in strong Yorkshire dialect，so Mary had to listen carefully to understand himShe looked very hard at the robinIm lonely too，she saidShe had not realized this beforeWhats your name？she asked the gardenerBen WeatherstaffIm lonely myselfThe robins my only friend,you seeI havent got any friends at all,said MaryYorkshire people always say what they are thinking,and old Ben was a Yorkshire moor manWere alike，you and me,he told MaryWere not pretty to look at，and were both very disagreeableNobody had ever said this to Mary beforeAm I really as ugly and disagreeable as Ben？she wonderedSuddenly the robin flew to a tree near Mary and started singing to herBen laughed loudlyWell!he saidHe wants to be your friend！Oh！Would you please be my friend?she whispered to the robinShe spoke in a soft，quiet voice and old Ben looked at her in surpriseYou said that really nicely！he saidYou sound like Dickon，when he talks to animals on the moorDo you know Dickon？ask