Chapter 4

CHAPTER IV Morning at Green Gables It was broad daylight when Anne awoke and sat up in bed, staring confusedly at the window through which a flood of cheery sunshine was pouring and outside of which something white and feathery waved across glimpses of blue sky. For a moment she could not remember where she was. First came a delightful thrill, as something very pleasant; then a horrible remembrance. This was Green Gables and they didn't want her because she wasn't a boy! But it was morning and, yes, it was a cherry-tree in full bloom outside of her window. With a bound she was out of bed and across the floor. She pushed up the sash-it went up stiffly and creakily, as if it hadn't been opened for a long time, which was the case; and it stuck so tight that nothing was needed to hold it up. Anne dropped on her knees and gazed out into the June morning, her eyes glistening with delight.

第四章 绿山墙的早晨 安妮醒来坐起身时天已经大亮，她懵懵懂懂盯着窗户，明媚欢快的阳光倾泻而入，窗外一团雪白蓬松的东西晃呀晃，缝隙里漏出片片蓝天。 有好一会儿，她都想不起自己在哪儿。 先是一阵愉悦的颤动，像是有什么天大的好事；接着可怕的记忆冒了出来。 这里是绿山墙，他们不想要她，因为她不是男孩！ 不过现在是早晨呀，没错，窗外那棵樱桃树正开得满树繁花。 她一蹦就跳下床，跑到了窗边。 她推开窗扇——窗户僵乎乎的，推开时嘎吱作响，好像很久没打开过了，事实也确实如此； 而且它卡得紧紧的，根本不需要东西撑着它。 安妮跪下来，望向六月的清晨，眼睛里闪烁着喜悦的光。

Oh, wasn't it beautiful? Wasn't it a lovely place? Suppose she wasn't really going to stay here! She would imagine she was. There was scope for imagination here. A huge cherry-tree grew outside, so close that its boughs tapped against the house, and it was so thick-set with blossoms that hardly a leaf was to be seen. On both sides of the house was a big orchard, one of apple-trees and one of cherry-trees, also showered over with blossoms; and their grass was all sprinkled with dandelions. In the garden below were lilac-trees purple with flowers, and their dizzily sweet fragrance drifted up to the window on the morning wind. Below the garden a green field lush with clover sloped down to the hollow where the brook ran and where scores of white birches grew, upspringing airily out of an undergrowth suggestive of delightful possibilities in ferns and mosses and woodsy things generally. Beyond it was a hill, green and feathery with spruce and fir; there was a gap in it where the gray gable end of the little house she had seen from the other side of the Lake of Shining Waters was visible.

哇，是不是太美啦？ 这儿是不是太可爱了呀？ 万一我根本不能留在这儿呢！ 我就想象我能留下就好啦。 这儿可太适合发挥想象力了。 一棵大大的樱桃树长在窗外，离得特别近，树枝都轻轻碰到房子了，它开满了花，挤得密密匝匝，几乎看不到一片叶子。 房子两边各有一片大果园，一片种苹果树，一片种樱桃树，也都落满了花儿； 草地上到处撒着蒲公英。 下方的花园里种着紫丁香，开满了紫色的花，浓郁甜美的香气顺着晨风飘到了窗边。 再往下，一片长满三叶草的绿草地斜斜伸向山谷，山谷里有小溪流淌，长着几十棵白桦，轻盈地从灌木丛里钻出来，那里面肯定长着好多可爱的蕨类、苔藓和各种林间小宝贝。 再远处是一座小山，长满了云杉和冷杉，一片翠绿蓬松； 山上有一处缺口，透过缺口能看到那座小房子的灰色山墙，就是她当初从闪光湖对岸看到的那座小房子。

Off to the left were the big barns and beyond them, away down over green, low-sloping fields, was a sparkling blue glimpse of sea. Anne's beauty-loving eyes lingered on it all, taking everything greedily in. She had looked on so many unlovely places in her life, poor child; but this was as lovely as anything she had ever dreamed. She knelt there, lost to everything but the loveliness around her, until she was startled by a hand on her shoulder. Marilla had come in unheard by the small dreamer. "It's time you were dressed," she said curtly. Marilla really did not know how to talk to the child, and her uncomfortable ignorance made her crisp and curt when she did not mean to be. Anne stood up and drew a long breath. "Oh, isn't it wonderful?" she said, waving her hand comprehensively at the good world outside. "It's a big tree," said Marilla, "and it blooms great, but the fruit don't amount to much never-small and wormy." "Oh, I don't mean just the tree; of course it's lovely-yes, it's RADIANTLY lovely-it blooms as if it meant it, but I meant everything, the garden

左边远处是大大的谷仓，谷仓再过去，顺着低矮倾斜的绿地一直往下，能瞥见波光闪闪的蓝色大海。 安妮热爱美景的眼睛久久停留在这一切上，贪婪地把每一处景色都收进眼底。 可怜的孩子，她这辈子见过太多不好看的地方了； 可这里，和她梦见过的所有地方一样美好。 她跪在那儿，忘了一切，只沉醉在周围的美景里，直到肩膀上落了一只手，才吓了一跳。 玛丽拉悄悄走了进来，这个小幻想家一点都没听见。 “你该穿衣服了。”她简短地说。 玛丽拉其实不知道该怎么和孩子说话，这种不知所措让她不由自主变得生硬又简短，其实她本意不是这样的。 安妮站起来，长长吸了一口气。 “这一切是不是太美妙了？” 她一边说，一边挥着手，把外面这美好的世界都指了个遍。 “这树倒是挺大，”玛丽拉说，“花开得也旺，可结的果子从来都不行——又小又生虫。” “哦，我不只是说这棵树呀； 它当然很美——对，它美得耀眼，它开得这么投入，可我说的是一切，花园

and the orchard and the brook and the woods, the whole big dear world. Don't you feel as if you just loved the world on a morning like this? And I can hear the brook laughing all the way up here. Have you ever noticed what cheerful things brooks are? They're always laughing. Even in winter-time I've heard them under the ice. I'm so glad there's a brook near Green Gables. Perhaps you think it doesn't make any difference to me when you're not going to keep me, but it does. I shall always like to remember that there is a brook at Green Gables even if I never see it again. If there wasn't a brook I'd be HAUNTED by the uncomfortable feeling that there ought to be one. I'm not in the depths of despair this morning. I never can be in the morning. Isn't it a splendid thing that there are mornings? But I feel very sad. I've just been imagining that it was really me you wanted after all and that I was to stay here for ever and ever. It was a great comfort while it lasted. But the worst of imagining things is that the time comes when you have to stop and that hurts." "You'd better get dressed and come down-stairs and never mind your imaginings," said

还有果园、小溪和树林，这一整个可爱的大世界呀。 这样的早晨，你难道不觉得自己一下子就爱上这个世界了吗？ 我都能听到小溪一路笑到这儿来了。 你有没有发现小溪是多快乐的小家伙呀？ 它们总是笑个不停。 哪怕冬天我都能听到它们在冰下面笑呢。 我太开心绿山墙旁边有一条小溪了。 也许你会觉得，要是你不收留我，这对我来说没什么两样，可才不是呢，这很重要。 哪怕我再也见不到绿山墙了，我也会永远记得这儿有一条小溪。 要是这儿没有小溪，我心里总会惦记着，总觉得这儿本该有一条小溪。 今天早上我没有陷在绝望里哦。 我早上从来都不会绝望。 世上天天都有早晨，是不是一件特别棒的事呀？ 可我还是很难过。 我刚刚还在想象，你们本来想要的就是我，我可以永远永远留在这儿。 这个幻想存在的时候，真的太让人安心了。 可幻想最糟糕的地方就是，总得停下来的时候，那太让人难受了。” “你最好赶紧穿好衣服下楼，别琢磨你的那些幻想了，”说

Marilla as soon as she could get a word in edgewise. "Breakfast is waiting. Wash your face and comb your hair. Leave the window up and turn your bedclothes back over the foot of the bed. Be as smart as you can." Anne could evidently be smart to some purpose for she was down-stairs in ten minutes" time, with her clothes neatly on, her hair brushed and braided, her face washed, and a comfortable consciousness pervading her soul that she had fulfilled all Marilla's requirements. As a matter of fact, however, she had forgotten to turn back the bedclothes. "I'm pretty hungry this morning," she announced as she slipped into the chair Marilla placed for her. "The world doesn't seem such a howling wilderness as it did last night. I'm so glad it's a sunshiny morning. But I like rainy mornings real well, too. All sorts of mornings are interesting, don't you think? You don't know what's going to happen through the day, and there's so much scope for imagination. But I'm glad it's not rainy today because it's easier to be cheerful and bear up under affliction on a sunshiny day. I feel that I have a good deal to bear

玛丽拉一抢到说话的机会就开口了。 “早饭已经做好了。 快去洗脸梳头发。 把窗户开着，把被褥翻到床脚那边去。 尽量动作麻利点。” 安妮果然很上道，才十分钟就下楼了：衣服穿得整整齐齐，头发梳好编了辫子，脸也洗干净了，她心里美滋滋的，确定自己完成了玛丽拉所有要求。 可实际上，她偏偏忘了翻被褥这件事。 “我今天早上好饿呀，”她边说边滑进玛丽拉给她拉好的椅子里。 “这个世界看起来，不像昨晚那样荒野可怕了。 今天是晴好的大晴天，我太开心了。 不过雨天的早晨我也很喜欢哦。 各种各样的早晨都很有意思，你不觉得吗？ 你不知道这一天会发生什么新鲜事，还有好多东西可以尽情想象呢。 不过我很高兴今天没下雨，因为大晴天的时候，更容易开开心心扛过烦心事呀。 我觉得我还有好多事要扛

up under. It's all very well to read about sorrows and imagine yourself living through them heroically, but it's not so nice when you really come to have them, is it?" "For pity's sake hold your tongue," said Marilla. "You talk entirely too much for a little girl." Thereupon Anne held her tongue so obediently and thoroughly that her continued silence made Marilla rather nervous, as if in the presence of something not exactly natural. Matthew also held his tongue,-but this was natural,-so that the meal was a very silent one. As it progressed Anne became more and more abstracted, eating mechanically, with her big eyes fixed unswervingly and unseeingly on the sky outside the window. This made Marilla more nervous than ever; she had an uncomfortable feeling that while this odd child's body might be there at the table her spirit was far away in some remote airy cloudland, borne aloft on the wings of imagination. Who would want such a child about the place? Yet Matthew wished to keep her, of all unaccountable things!

着呢。 读故事里的伤心事，想象自己英勇撑过去当然很轻松，可真轮到自己遇上，就不好受了，对不对？” “求求你闭上嘴，”玛丽拉说。 你一个小女孩，话实在太多了。” 安妮听了立刻乖乖彻底闭上嘴，可她一直不说话，反倒让玛丽拉有点紧张，总觉得这情形怪怪的，不太正常。 马修也没说话——不过他本来就话少——所以这顿饭从头到尾安安静静。 吃到后半段，安妮越来越出神，只是机械地吃饭，大眼睛一眨不眨盯着窗外的天空，其实什么都没看进去。 这让玛丽拉比之前更紧张了； 她隐隐觉得不安：这个怪小孩人坐在桌边，心早就飞到远方云雾缭绕的仙境去了，被想象的翅膀托得老远老远。 谁会愿意留这么个奇怪的小孩在家里啊？ 可偏偏说不清为什么，马修就是想留下她！