歐亨利短篇小說20年後英文劇本

Ⅰ 誰能提供英語短劇劇本啊緊急！！！

英語小劇本-----小紅帽
Little Red Riding Hood
第一場：Little Red Riding Hood家
Mum： (媽媽拿著一個籃子，把桌子上的水果放在籃子里）
Little Red Riding Hood:(唱著歌，歡快地跑進來）Hi,mummy, what are you doing?
Mum： （一邊把水果放在籃子里，心事重重地說）Grandma is ill. Here are some apples and bananas for Grandma. Take them to Grandma.
Little Red Riding Hood：（邊提起籃子，邊點頭說）Ok!
Mum： （親切地看著Little Red Riding Hood說） Be good. Be careful.

Little Red Riding Hood： Yes ,mummy．Goodbye, mummy.

Mum： Bye-bye. Darling.
第二場：在路上
(一陣輕快的音樂由遠而近，Little Red Riding Hood挎著籃子蹦跳跳地跳到花草旁)
Little Red Riding Hood： Wow！Flowers, how beautiful! （放下籃子採花）One flower ,two flowers, three flowers.
Wolf：（隨著一陣低沉的音樂，Wolf大步地走上台）I am wolf. I am hungry. (做找東西狀,東張西望) Here is a little red riding hood. Hi! Little Red Riding Hood. Where are you going? (做狡猾的樣子和Little Red Riding Hood打招呼)
Little Red Riding Hood：(手摸辮子，天真地回答)To Grandma』s．Grandma is ill.
Wolf：（自言自語）I' ll eat Grandma. But……（對Little Red Riding Hood說）Hey, look! 6 little baby cks.
Little Red Riding Hood：(和6隻鴨子隨著音樂翩翩起舞)
Wolf：（悄悄地藏到大樹後）
Little Red Riding Hood：（停止跳舞）Hello! Baby cks，how are you?
Six Ducks：We』 re fine．Thank you． Where are you going?
Little Red Riding Hood：To Grandma』s．Oh, I must go, bye.
Six Ducks：Goodbye．
第三場：Grandma家
Grandma： （喘著氣出場，顫顫悠悠地走到床前，吃力地坐到床邊，喘了幾口，打幾個哈欠，慢吞吞地躺倒在床上。）
Wolf：（從樹後出來，邊走邊說）I am very hungry now. (做找尋的樣子)Where is Grandma』 s house? (高興地對觀眾說)Aha , it』s here.(敲門)Bang, Bang, Bang．
Grandma： Who is it？
Wolf：（裝出Little Red Riding Hood的聲音，一邊得意地搖動尾巴，一邊說）It』s me. Little Red Riding Hood.
Grandma： (邊說邊起床) Come in, come in.
Wolf：(得意洋洋地走到床邊) Grandma , I』ll eat you.
Grandma： （驚慌失措地抓緊衣服，瞪著眼睛，邊叫迫從床上滾到地上）
灰狼把外婆吞到了肚子里。
Wolf：（得意地拍拍肚子，翹起大拇指）Yummy！I』ll sleep.
Little Red Riding Hood：(高興地敲門)Grandma．Grandma．
Wolf：(裝扮成Grandma的聲音) Who is it？
Little Red Riding Hood：It』s me。Little Red Riding Hood. What a strange noise!
Wolf：Come in， Come in.
Little Red Riding Hood：(蹦跳著進來，把籃子放在桌子上，走到床前一看，跳回幾步)Oh! What are big ears!
Wolf：I can listen to your sweet voice.
Little Red Riding Hood：Wow! What a big eyes!
Wolf：I can see you pretty face.
Little Red Riding Hood：Oh! What a big hand.
Wolf：I can hug you.
Little Red Riding Hood：（跪在床前，拉起Wolf的手，邊摸邊說）Look! What a big hands?
Wolf：(從床上跳起來說)I can eat you!
Little Red Riding Hood：(拚命地跑)Oh！No! No!
Wolf：（追到Little Red Riding Hood，做吃狀，拍拍肚子說）It』s delicious. I still sleep. I like sleeping.
Hunter： (一邊拿著槍，一邊做尋找狀出場)Where』s the wolf? Look! A door．(推門)The wolf is sleeping.
Wolf：(發出呼呼的響聲)
Hunter： (端起槍想打，又放下)What a big stomach! (摸摸Wolf的肚子)Grandma and Little Red Riding Hood are inside .I must be hurry．(從桌子上拿起剪刀，舉起) Look! Scissors. (做剪Wolf的肚子)Cut, cut, cut.
Little Red Riding Hood/Grandma：Thank you．
Hunter： Grandma ,give me some needles and thread． Little Riding Hood ,Give me some stones．
Grandma： (從桌子上拿來針線)
Little Red Riding Hood：(搬來幾個石頭)One, two, three.
Hunter： (把小石頭裝進Wolf的衣服里)
Grandma： I'll thread it.
Hunter： (拿起槍)Woke up!
Wolf：(起床，兩手托著大肚子)My stomach is so heavy.
Hunter： You big bad wolf, raise your arms!
Wolf：(邊跑邊說) Help! Don』t shot me!
Hunter： （開槍）Bang, bang!
Wolf： (應聲倒下)
Hunter： The bad wolf is dead．
Little Red Riding Hood和Grandma：Yeah! Thank you．
Little Red Riding Hood、Grandma、Hunter（一起鞠躬）: Thank you

Ⅱ 英文短片小說《二十年後》的summary如何寫

你短篇小說里寫的時候可以查一下英語詞典

Ⅲ 在線急求歐亨利小說《二十年後》英文版

After Twenty Years

The policeman on the beat moved up the avenue impressively. The
impressiveness was habitual and not for show, for spectators were
few. The time was barely 10 o'clock at night, but chilly gusts of
wind with a taste of rain in them had well nigh depeopled the
streets.

Trying doors as he went, twirling his club with many intricate and
artful movements, turning now and then to cast his watchful eye adown
the pacific thoroughfare, the officer, with his stalwart form and
slight swagger, made a fine picture of a guardian of the peace. The
vicinity was one that kept early hours. Now and then you might see
the lights of a cigar store or of an all-night lunch counter; but the
majority of the doors belonged to business places that had long since
been closed.

When about midway of a certain block the policeman suddenly slowed
his walk. In the doorway of a darkened hardware store a man leaned,
with an unlighted cigar in his mouth. As the policeman walked up to
him the man spoke up quickly.

"It's all right, officer," he said, reassuringly. "I'm just waiting
for a friend. It's an appointment made twenty years ago. Sounds a
little funny to you, doesn't it? Well, I'll explain if you'd like to
make certain it's all straight. About that long ago there used to be
a restaurant where this store stands--'Big Joe' Brady's restaurant."

"Until five years ago," said the policeman. "It was torn down then."

The man in the doorway struck a match and lit his cigar. The light
showed a pale, square-jawed face with keen eyes, and a little white
scar near his right eyebrow. His scarfpin was a large diamond, oddly
set.

"Twenty years ago to-night," said the man, "I dined here at 'Big Joe'
Brady's with Jimmy Wells, my best chum, and the finest chap in the
world. He and I were raised here in New York, just like two
brothers, together. I was eighteen and Jimmy was twenty. The next
morning I was to start for the West to make my fortune. You couldn't
have dragged Jimmy out of New York; he thought it was the only place
on earth. Well, we agreed that night that we would meet here again
exactly twenty years from that date and time, no matter what our
conditions might be or from what distance we might have to come. We
figured that in twenty years each of us ought to have our destiny
worked out and our fortunes made, whatever they were going to be."

"It sounds pretty interesting," said the policeman. "Rather a long
time between meets, though, it seems to me. Haven't you heard from
your friend since you left?"

"Well, yes, for a time we corresponded," said the other. "But after
a year or two we lost track of each other. You see, the West is a
pretty big proposition, and I kept hustling around over it pretty
lively. But I know Jimmy will meet me here if he's alive, for he
always was the truest, stanchest old chap in the world. He'll never
forget. I came a thousand miles to stand in this door to-night, and
it's worth it if my old partner turns up."

The waiting man pulled out a handsome watch, the lids of it set with
small diamonds.

"Three minutes to ten," he announced. "It was exactly ten o'clock
when we parted here at the restaurant door."

"Did pretty well out West, didn't you?" asked the policeman.

"You bet! I hope Jimmy has done half as well. He was a kind of
plodder, though, good fellow as he was. I've had to compete with
some of the sharpest wits going to get my pile. A man gets in a
groove in New York. It takes the West to put a razor-edge on him."

The policeman twirled his club and took a step or two.

"I'll be on my way. Hope your friend comes around all right. Going
to call time on him sharp?"

"I should say not!" said the other. "I'll give him half an hour at
least. If Jimmy is alive on earth he'll be here by that time. So
long, officer."

"Good-night, sir," said the policeman, passing on along his beat,
trying doors as he went.

There was now a fine, cold drizzle falling, and the wind had risen
from its uncertain puffs into a steady blow. The few foot passengers
astir in that quarter hurried dismally and silently along with coat
collars turned high and pocketed hands. And in the door of the
hardware store the man who had come a thousand miles to fill an
appointment, uncertain almost to absurdity, with the friend of his
youth, smoked his cigar and waited.

About twenty minutes he waited, and then a tall man in a long
overcoat, with collar turned up to his ears, hurried across from the
opposite side of the street. He went directly to the waiting man.

"Is that you, Bob?" he asked, doubtfully.

"Is that you, Jimmy Wells?" cried the man in the door.

"Bless my heart!" exclaimed the new arrival, grasping both the
other's hands with his own. "It's Bob, sure as fate. I was certain
I'd find you here if you were still in existence. Well, well, well!
--twenty years is a long time. The old gone, Bob; I wish it had
lasted, so we could have had another dinner there. How has the West
treated you, old man?"

"Bully; it has given me everything I asked it for. You've changed
lots, Jimmy. I never thought you were so tall by two or three
inches."

"Oh, I grew a bit after I was twenty."

"Doing well in New York, Jimmy?"

"Moderately. I have a position in one of the city departments. Come
on, Bob; we'll go around to a place I know of, and have a good long
talk about old times."

The two men started up the street, arm in arm. The man from the
West, his egotism enlarged by success, was beginning to outline the
history of his career. The other, submerged in his overcoat,
listened with interest.

At the corner stood a drug store, brilliant with electric lights.
When they came into this glare each of them turned simultaneously to
gaze upon the other's face.

The man from the West stopped suddenly and released his arm.

"You're not Jimmy Wells," he snapped. "Twenty years is a long time,
but not long enough to change a man's nose from a Roman to a pug."

"It sometimes changes a good man into a bad one, said the tall man.
"You've been under arrest for ten minutes, 'Silky' Bob. Chicago
thinks you may have dropped over our way and wires us she wants to
have a chat with you. Going quietly, are you? That's sensible.
Now, before we go on to the station here's a note I was asked to hand
you. You may read it here at the window. It's from Patrolman
Wells."

The man from the West unfolded the little piece of paper handed him.
His hand was steady when he began to read, but it trembled a little
by the time he had finished. The note was rather short.

~"Bob: I was at the appointed place on time. When you struck the
match to light your cigar I saw it was the face of the man wanted in
Chicago. Somehow I couldn't do it myself, so I went around and got
a plain clothes man to do the job. JIMMY."

Ⅳ 歐亨利的二十年後的英文版劇本 急求！最好可以附帶中文版的 如果好可以追加懸賞分

英文：
The policeman on the beat moved up the avenue impressively. The impressiveness was habitual and not for show， for spectators were few. The time was barely 10 o'clock at night， but chilly gusts of wind with a taste of rain in them had well nigh depeopled the streets.
Trying doors as he went， twirling his club with many intricate and artful movements， turning now and then to cast his watchful eye adown the pacific thoroughfare， the officer， with his stalwart form and slight swagger， made a fine picture of a guardian of the peace. The vicinity was one that kept early hours. Now and then you might see the lights of a cigar store or of an all-night lunch counter； but the majority of the doors belonged to business places that had long since been closed.
When about midway of a certain block the policeman suddenly slowed his walk. In the doorway of a darkened hardware store a man leaned， with an unlighted cigar in his mouth. As the policeman walked up to him the man spoke up quickly.
"It's all right， officer，" he said， reassuringly. "I'm just waiting for a friend. It's an appointment made twenty years ago. Sounds a little funny to you， doesn't it？ Well， I'll explain if you'd like to make certain it's all straight. About that long ago there used to be a restaurant where this store stands——'Big Joe' Brady's restaurant."
"Until five years ago，" said the policeman. "It was torn down then."
The man in the doorway struck a match and lit his cigar. The light showed a pale， square-jawed face with keen eyes， and a little white scar near his right eyebrow. His scarfpin was a large diamond， oddly set.
"Twenty years ago to-night，" said the man， "I dined here at 'Big Joe' Brady's with Jimmy Wells， my best chum， and the finest chap in the world. He and I were raised here in New York， just like two brothers， together. I was eighteen and Jimmy was twenty. The next morning I was to start for the West to make my fortune. You couldn't have dragged Jimmy out of New York； he thought it was the only place on earth. Well， we agreed that night that we would meet here again exactly twenty years from that date and time， no matter what our conditions might be or from what distance we might have to come. We figured that in twenty years each of us ought to have our destiny worked out and our fortunes made， whatever they were going to be."
"It sounds pretty interesting，" said the policeman. "Rather a long time between meets， though， it seems to me. Haven't you heard from your friend since you left？"
"Well， yes， for a time we corresponded，" said the other. "But after a year or two we lost track of each other. You see， the West is a pretty big proposition， and I kept hustling around over it pretty lively. But I know Jimmy will meet me here if he's alive， for he always was the truest， stanchest old chap in the worl
d. He'll never forget. I came a thousand miles to stand in this door to-night， and it's worth it if my old partner turns up."
The waiting man pulled out a handsome watch， the lids of it set with small diamonds.
"Three minutes to ten，" he announced. "It was exactly ten o'clock when we parted here at the restaurant door."
"Did pretty well out West， didn't you？" asked the policeman.
"You bet！ I hope Jimmy has done half as well. He was a kind of plodder， though， good fellow as he was. I've had to compete with some of the sharpest wits going to get my pile. A man gets in a groove in New York. It takes the West to put a razor-edge on him."
The policeman twirled his club and took a step or two.
"I'll be on my way. Hope your friend comes around all right. Going to call time on him sharp？"
"I should say not！" said the other. "I'll give him half an hour at least. If Jimmy is alive on earth he'll be here by that time. So long， officer."
"Good-night， sir，" said the policeman， passing on along his beat， trying doors as he went.
There was now a fine， cold drizzle falling， and the wind had risen from its uncertain puffs into a steady blow. The few foot passengers astir in that quarter hurried dismally and silently along with coat collars turned high and pocketed hands. And in the door of the hardware store the man who had come a thousand miles to fill an appointment， uncertain almost to absurdity， with the friend of his youth， smoked his cigar and waited.
About twenty minutes he waited， and then a tall man in a long overcoat， with collar turned up to his ears， hurried across from the opposite side of the street. He went directly to the waiting man.
"Is that you， Bob？" he asked， doubtfully.
"Is that you， Jimmy Wells？" cried the man in the door.
"Bless my heart！" exclaimed the new arrival， grasping both the other's hands with his own. "It's Bob， sure as fate. I was certain I'd find you here if you were still in existence. Well， well， well！ ——twenty years is a long
time. The old gone， Bob； I wish it had lasted， so we could have had another dinner there. How has the West treated you， old man？"
"Bully； it has given me everything I asked it for. You've changed lots， Jimmy. I never thought you were so tall by two or three inches."
"Oh， I grew a bit after I was twenty."
"Doing well in New York， Jimmy？"
"Moderately. I have a position in one of the city departments. Come on， Bob； we'll go around to a place I know of， and have a good long talk about old times."
The two men started up the street， arm in arm. The man from the West， his egotism enlarged by success， was beginning to outline the history of his career. The other， submerged in his overcoat， listened with interest.
At the corner stood a drug store， brilliant with electric lights. When they came into this glare each of them turned simultaneously to gaze upon the other's face.
The man from the West stopped suddenly and released his arm.
"You're not Jimmy Wells，" he snapped. "Twenty years is a long time， but not long enough to change a man's nose from a Roman to a pug."
"It sometimes changes a good man into a bad one， said the tall man. "You've been under arrest for ten minutes， 'Silky' Bob. Chicago thinks you may have dropped over our way and wires us she wants to have a chat with you. Going quietly， are you？ That's sensible. Now， before we go on to the station here's a note I was asked to hand you. You may read it here at the window. It's from Patrolman Wells."
The man from the West unfolded the little piece of paper handed him. His hand was steady when he began to read， but it trembled a little by the time he had finished. The note was rather short.
"Bob： I was at the appointed place on time. When you struck the match to light your cigar I saw it was the face of the man wanted in Chicago. Somehow I couldn't do it myself， so I went around and got a plain clothes man to do the job. JIMMY."

中文：

紐約的一條大街上，一位值勤的警察正沿街走著。一陣冷颼颼的風向他迎面吹來。已近夜間10點，街上的行人寥寥無幾了。
在一家小店鋪的門口，昏暗的燈光下站著一個男子。他的嘴裡叼著一支沒有點燃的雪茄煙。警察放慢了腳步，認真地看了他一眼，然後，向那個男子走了過去。
「這兒沒有出什麼事，警官先生。」看見警察向自己走來，那個男子很快地說，「我只是在這兒等一位朋友罷了。這是20年前定下的一個約會。你聽了覺得稀奇，是嗎？好吧，如果有興致聽的話，我來給你講講。大約20年前，這兒，這個店鋪現在所佔的地方，原來是一家餐館……」
「那餐館5年前就被拆除了。」警察接上去說。
男子劃了根火柴，點燃了叼在嘴上的雪茄。借著火柴的亮光，警察發現這個男子臉色蒼白，右眼角附近有一塊小小的白色的傷疤。
「20年前的今天晚上，」男子繼續說，「我和吉米·維爾斯在這兒的餐館共進晚餐。哦，吉米是我最要好的朋友。我們倆都是在紐約這個城市裡長大的。從孩提時候起，我們就親密無間，情同手足。當時，我正准備第二天早上就動身到西部去謀生。那天夜晚臨分手的時候，我們倆約定：20年後的同一日期、同一時間，我們倆將來到這里再次相會。」
「這聽起來倒挺有意思的。」警察說，「你們分手以後，你就沒有收到過你那位朋友的信嗎？」
「哦，收到過他的信。有一段時間我們曾相互通信。」那男子 說，「可是一兩年之後，我們就失去了聯系。你知道，西部是個很大的地方。而我呢，又總是不斷地東奔西跑。可我相信，吉米只要還活著，就一定會來這兒和我相會的。他是我最信得過的朋友啦。」
說完，男子從口袋裡掏出一塊小巧玲球的金錶。表上的寶石在黑暗中閃閃發光。「九點五十七分了。」
他說，「我們上一次是十點整在這兒的餐館分手的。」
「你在西部混得不錯吧？」警察問道。
「當然羅！吉米的光景要是能趕上我的一半就好了。啊，實在不容易啊！這些年來，我一直不得不東奔西跑……」
又是一陣冷贈颼的風穿街而過。接著，一片沉寂。他們倆誰也沒有說話。過了一會兒，警察准備離開這里。
「我得走了，」他對那個男子說，「我希望你的朋友很快就會到來。假如他不準時趕來，你會離開這兒嗎？」
「不會的。我起碼要再等他半個小時。如果吉米他還活在人間，他到時候一定會來到這兒的。就說這些吧，再見，警官先生。」
「再見，先生。」警察一邊說著，一邊沿街走去，街上已經沒有行人了，空盪盪的。
男子又在這店鋪的門前等了大約二十分鍾的光景，這時候，一 個身材高大的人急匆匆地徑直走來。他穿著一件黑色的大衣，衣領向上翻著，蓋住了耳朵。
「你是鮑勃嗎？』來人問道。
「你是吉米·維爾斯？」站在門口的男子大聲地說，顯然，他很激動。
來人握住了男子的雙手。「不錯，你是鮑勃。我早就確信我會在這兒見到你的。嘖，嘖，嘖！20年是個不短的時間啊！你看，鮑勃！原來的那個飯館已經不在啦！要是它沒有被拆除，我們再一塊兒在這裡面共進晚餐該多好啊！鮑勃，你在西部的情況怎麼樣？」
「幄，我已經設法獲得了我所需要的一切東西。你的變化不小啊，吉米。我原來根本沒有想到你會長這么高的個子。」
「哦，你走了以後，我是長高了一點兒。」
「吉米，你在紐約混得不錯吧？」
「一般，一般。我在市政府的一個部門里上班，坐辦公室。來，鮑勃，咱們去轉轉，找個地方好好敘敘往事。」
這條街的街角處有一家大商店。盡管時間已經不早了，商店裡的燈還在亮著。來到亮處以後，這兩個人都不約而同地轉過身來看了看對方的臉。
突然間，那個從西部來的男子停住了腳步。
「你不是吉米·維爾斯。」他說，「2O年的時間雖然不短，但它不足以使一個人變得容貌全非。」從他說話的聲調中可以聽出，他在懷疑對方。
「然而，20年的時間卻有可能使一個好人變成壞人。」高個子 說，「你被捕了，鮑勃。芝加哥的警方猜到你會到這個城市來的，於是他們通知我們說，他們想跟你『聊聊』。好吧，在我們還沒有去警察局之前，先給你看一張條子，是你的朋友寫給你的。」
鮑勃接過便條。讀著讀著，他微微地顫抖起來。便條上寫著：
鮑勃：剛才我准時趕到了我們的約會地點。當你劃著火柴點煙時，我發現你正是那個芝加哥警方所通緝的人。不知怎麼的，我不忍自己親自逮捕你，只得找了個便衣警察來做這件事。

Ⅳ 歐亨利短篇小說 英文

O. Henry stories are famous for their surprise endings. He was called the American Guy De Maupassant. Both authors wrote twist endings, but O. Henry stories were much more playful and optimistic.

Most of O. Henry's stories are set in his own time, the early years of the 20th century. Many take place in New York City, and deal for the most part with ordinary people: clerks, policemen, waitresses. His stories are also well known for witty narration.

Fundamentally a proct of his time, O. Henry's work provides one of the best English examples of catching the entire flavor of an age. Whether roaming the cattle-lands of Texas, exploring the art of the "gentle grafter", or investigating the tensions of class and wealth in turn-of-the-century New York, O. Henry had an inimitable hand for isolating some element of society and describing it with an incredible economy and grace of language. Some of his best and least-known work resides in the collection Cabbages and Kings, a series of stories which each explore some indivial aspect of life in a paralytically sleepy Central American town while each advancing some aspect of the larger plot and relating back one to another in a complex structure which slowly explicates its own background even as it painstakingly erects a town which is one of the most detailed literary creations of the period.

The Four Million (a collection of stories) opens with a reference to Ward McAllister's "assertion that there were only 'Four Hundred' people in New York City who were really worth noticing. But a wiser man has arisen— census taker—and his larger estimate of human interest has been preferred in marking out the field of these little stories of the 'Four Million'". To O. Henry, everyone in New York counted. He had an obvious affection for the city, which he called "Bagdad-on-the-Subway,"[1] and many of his stories are set there—but others are set in small towns and in other cities.
"A Municipal Report" opens by quoting Frank Norris: "Fancy a novel about Chicago or Buffalo, let us say, or Nashville, Tennessee! There are just three big cities in the United States that are 'story cities'—New York, of course, New Orleans, and, best of the lot, San Francisco." Thumbing his nose at Norris, O. Henry sets the story in Nashville.
"The Gift of the Magi" concerns a young couple who are short of money but desperately want to buy each other Christmas gifts. Unbeknownst to Jim, Della sells her most valuable possession, her beautiful hair, in order to buy a platinum fob chain for Jim's watch; unbeknownst to Della, Jim sells his most valuable possession, his watch, to buy jeweled combs for Della's hair. The essential premise of this story has been copied, re-worked, parodied, and otherwise re-told countless times in the century since it was written.
"The Ransom of Red Chief" concerns two men who kidnap a boy of ten. The boy turns out to be so bratty and obnoxious that the desperate men ultimately pay the boy's father two hundred and fifty dollars to take him back.
"The Cop and the Anthem" concerns a New York City hobo named Soapy, who sets out to get arrested so he can spend the cold winter as a guest of the city jail. Despite efforts at petty theft, vandalism, disorderly conct, and "mashing", Soapy fails to draw the attention of the police. Disconsolate, he pauses in front of a church, where an organ anthem inspires him to clean up his life—whereupon he is promptly arrested for loitering.
"A Retrieved Reformation" has safecracker Jimmy Valentine take a job in a small-town bank in order to case it for a planned robbery. Unexpectedly, he falls in love with the banker's daughter, and decides to go straight. Just as he's about to leave to deliver his specialized tools to an old associate, a lawman who recognizes him arrives at the bank, and a child locks herself in the airtight vault. Knowing it will seal his fate, Valentine cracks open the safe to rescue the child—and the lawman lets him go.
"Compliments of the Season" describes several characters' misadventures ring Christmas .

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Ⅵ 歐亨利中英文短篇小說集

愛洋蔥有很多歐亨利中英文短篇小說，而且還是中英雙語的，下面的只是一部分，如果你感興趣可以去網站看看。

《三葉草和棕櫚樹》Shamrock and the Palm
借主人公之口，回憶了克蘭西從一位暴君的魔掌中逃脫的故事。

《失語漫遊》A Ramble in Aphasia
如果有一天，你一覺醒來發現自己失憶了，你會怎麼辦？歐·亨利的《失語漫遊》講述的正是一個失憶者的故事。一位成天鑽研法律的名律師，幾乎與娛樂絕緣，他的生活可謂了無生趣。有一天他的生活突然有趣了起來：他帶著巨款，在客車上失憶了！接下來他該何去何從？且看歐·亨利如何將一個成功男士失憶後的心理、生活狀態寫得惟妙惟肖！

《黃狗自傳》Memoirs of a Yellow Dog
動物會寫文章？動物會用語言表達自己？一隻黃狗會有怎樣的傾訴欲。歐·亨利短篇小說《黃狗自傳》，以一隻黃狗為第一人稱，講述一隻狗的日常生活

《恭賀佳節》Compliments of the Season
流浪漢、布娃娃、百元大鈔、百萬富翁、聖誕佳節這看似風馬牛不相及的一切到底有何關聯？走進歐·亨利千回百轉、光怪陸離、驚奇不斷的奇妙小說世界，《恭賀佳節》即將向您揭曉滿意的答案。

《巴格達之雞》A Bird of Bagdad
一個謎語引發了一群人的思考，歐·亨利似的結尾總能在最後讓讀者恍然大悟，又或者啞然失笑。奎格在路上偶遇一個小伙，小夥子為了取得參加心上人生日宴會的資格，正在為一個謎語而困惑不已。

《沒有結局的故事》An Unfinished Story
描寫了一位每周只掙五美圓的貧窮女工達爾西在闊佬的誘惑下，雖一時動搖但最終拒絕。她復雜的內心世界被真實的表現出來。

《鞋》Shoes
《鞋》是由一個玩笑引發的故事，讀來詼諧幽默又意味深長。小說的結尾是典型的「歐·亨利式
的結尾」，既在意料之外，又在情理之中。美國駐科拉里奧領事約翰收到了來自家鄉的一封信，咨詢關於來科拉里奧開鞋店是否可行。出於消遣，他回信說這里急需一家鞋店。實際情況則是，這個三千多人的小鎮沒有幾個人願受穿鞋之苦。沒想到，真的有人變賣了家產，滿懷希望載著鞋子來了，而這個人竟然還是約翰心上人的父親……

《閃光的金子》The Gold That Glittered
自以為是的騙子自作聰明卻弄巧成拙，有勇無謀的將軍無心插柳卻誤打誤撞狠狠地捉弄了騙子。世事難料，往往事與願違，是造化弄人，還是萬事皆有因？歐·亨利的短篇小說《閃光的金子》向我們講述了這樣一個荒謬的幽默諷喻故事。

Ⅶ 歐亨利《二十年後》，寫一篇英文的，120個單詞左右的內容概括。

寫作思路：從文章的寫作目的、中心主旨入手，以使文章中心思想鮮明、深刻地表現出來，正文：

Twenty years later is the work of American writer O. Henry.

《二十年後》是美國作家歐·亨利的作品。

Two American youths, Bob and Jimmy Wells, are a pair of very good friends. When Bob wants to start a business in the west, they will meet in Brady Restaurant in Da Qiao, new york 20 years later.

兩個美國青年——鮑勃和吉米·威爾斯是一對非常要好的朋友，當鮑勃要到西部去創業時，他們相約20年後在紐約大喬勃拉地飯館相會。

However, when Bob, who had spent 20 years in the west and was wanted by Chicago police, came to new york to keep his promise, Jimmy, who had been a patrolman in new york, arrested Bob by unexpected means.

然而當在西部闖盪了20年並且正受芝加哥警方輯捕的鮑勃趕到紐約來踐約時，在紐約已當了巡警的吉米以出人意料的手段逮捕了鮑勃。

The novel reflects the profound changes in all aspects of American social life from the second half of the 19th century to before the First World War through the unexpected changes that took place when the two youths reunited 20 years later.

該小說通過這兩個青年20年後重逢之際所發生的意外變化，反映了美國19世紀後半期到第一次世界大戰前美國社會生活各方面的深刻變遷。

Ⅷ 《二十年後》（歐亨利）全文

全文：

紐約的一條大街上，一位值勤的警察正沿街走著。一陣冷颼颼的風向他迎面吹來。已近夜間10點，街上的行人寥寥無幾了。

在一家小店鋪的門口，昏暗的燈光下站著一個男子。他的嘴裡叼著一支沒有點燃的雪茄煙。警察放慢了腳步，認真地看了他一眼，然後，向那個男子走了過去。

「這兒沒有出什麼事，警官先生。」看見警察向自己走來，那個男子很快地說，「我只是在這兒等一位朋友罷了。這是20年前定下的一個約會。你聽了覺得稀奇，是嗎？好吧，如果有興致聽的話，我來給你講講。大約20年前，這兒，這個店鋪現在所佔的地方，原來是一家餐館……」

「那餐館5年前就被拆除了。」警察接上去說。

男子劃了根火柴，點燃了叼在嘴上的雪茄。借著火柴的亮光，警察發現這個男子臉色蒼白，右眼角附近有一塊小小的白色的傷疤。

「20年前的今天晚上，」男子繼續說，「我和吉米·維爾斯在這兒的餐館共進晚餐。哦，吉米是我最要好的朋友。我們倆都是在紐約這個城市裡長大的。從孩提時候起，我們就親密無間，情同手足。

當時，我正准備第二天早上就動身到西部去謀生。那天夜晚臨分手的時候，我們倆約定：20年後的同一日期、同一時間，我們倆將來到這里再次相會。」

「這聽起來倒挺有意思的。」警察說，「你們分手以後，你就沒有收到過你那位朋友的信嗎？」

「哦，收到過他的信。有一段時間我們曾相互通信。」那男子 說，「可是一兩年之後，我們就失去了聯系。你知道，西部是個很大的地方。而我呢，又總是不斷地東奔西跑。可我相信，吉米只要還活著，就一定會來這兒和我相會的。他是我最信得過的朋友啦。」

說完，男子從口袋裡掏出一塊小巧玲球的金錶。表上的寶石在黑暗中閃閃發光。「九點五十七分了。」

他說，「我們上一次是十點整在這兒的餐館分手的。」

「你在西部混得不錯吧？」警察問道。

「當然羅！吉米的光景要是能趕上我的一半就好了。啊，實在不容易啊！這些年來，我一直不得不東奔西跑……」

又是一陣冷贈颼的風穿街而過。接著，一片沉寂。他們倆誰也沒有說話。過了一會兒，警察准備離開這里。

「我得走了，」他對那個男子說，「我希望你的朋友很快就會到來。假如他不準時趕來，你會離開這兒嗎？」

「不會的。我起碼要再等他半個小時。如果吉米他還活在人間，他到時候一定會來到這兒的。就說這些吧，再見，警官先生。」

「再見，先生。」警察一邊說著，一邊沿街走去，街上已經沒有行人了，空盪盪的。

出處：出自美國作家歐·亨利的《二十年後》。

(8)歐亨利短篇小說20年後英文劇本擴展閱讀：

創作背景：

1862年，美國林肯總統在《宅地法》中規定，任何公民只需交15美元的證件費，便可在美國西部得到一塊相當於160英畝的土地；在這塊土地上連續耕作五年以上就可成為這塊土地的主人，這一措施民主地解決了獨立戰爭期間的土地問題，同時激發了美國人勤勞創業、發財的熱情。

這時的人們純朴、勤勞、勇敢，充滿活力和生氣，他們彼此重義氣、講交情，盡管他們在對付滿腔怒火的印第安人時也干盡了野蠻的掠奪、殺戮等強盜行徑，正如在西部文學作品中所看到的那樣。

但也許是遠離城市，西部資產階級內部尚未染上唯利是圖、爾虞我詐的惡習，或者說為對付險惡的自然環境他們尚未顧及內部的傾軋和吞並。

19世紀末20世紀初期的美國，處於資本主義飛速發展階段，出現了資本集中和無產階級的貧困化，同時，中小資產階級的破產及失業大軍的不斷擴大，使美國社會的階級矛盾不斷尖銳化和表面化。

美國南北戰爭以前的文學，由於受資本主義的民主、自由理想所鼓舞，作家們多用浪漫主義手法進行創作；戰後的文學，由於生活理想的破滅，作家們多以現實主義手法來表現生活。歐·亨利就是這些理想破滅了的作家中的一個，其人生之路崎嶇、艱苦而又不幸。

歐·亨利當過牧童、葯劑師、辦事員、制圖員、出納員等。歐·亨利長期生活在下層，形形色色的社會現象使他對這些矛盾心感身受。在他優秀的作品中，對資本主義腐朽的制度、猙獰的法律、虛偽的道德、庸俗的生活等各個方面的丑惡現象，都做了一定程度的揭露、諷刺和批判。

Ⅸ 求歐亨利的英文短篇小說，越全越好

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Ⅹ 歐亨利的小說中英文對照

歐·亨利的短篇小說《沒有結局的故事》描寫一位每周只掙六美元的貧窮女工在將要參加一次約會前的心理活動，面對貧窮無趣的生活與闊佬的約會誘惑，主人公雖一時動搖但最終拒絕。文章詳細描述了主人公的拮據生活，以及如何用六美元來度過一周的生活，真實地表現了她的生活狀況和面對兩難抉擇時復雜的內心世界。歐·亨利成功地捕捉和把握住這一生活片段，充分展示了資本主義社會中小人物的貧困生活和悲劇命運。
It seems to be saying that one of the worst thing that someone can do is to take sexual advantage of a poor woman. This seems like something of an antiquated idea--it implies that women are prey for predatory men and that men who use the poverty of women to exploit them are the worst sort of person.

《歐仁妮·葛朗台》講述了一個老箍桶匠葛朗台靠囤積居奇、投機倒把，成為當地首富。他刻薄吝嗇，把金錢看得重於一切，不惜逼走因父親破產自殺來投靠他的侄子，折磨把自己的私蓄送給堂兄作盤纏的歐仁妮，並因為反對女兒與落難公子的愛情，把袒護女兒的妻子虐待致死。他所有的樂趣都集中在積聚財物上，死時留下一份偌大的家私，卻無補於女兒的命運。
Eugénie's father Felix is a former cooper who has become wealthy through both business ventures and inheritance. However, he is very miserly. Felix's nephew Charles Grandet arrives from Paris unexpectedly at their home. Charles does not realize that his father has gone bankrupt. His father's ruin and suicide are soon published in the newspaper, and Felix considers Charles to be a burden, and plans to send him off overseas to make his own fortune. However, Eugénie and Charles fall in love with each other. She gives him some of her own money to help with his trading ventures. Later Felix is angered when he discovers that Eugénie has given her money to Charles. This leads to his wife falling ill, and his daughter being confined to her room. Eventually they are reconciled, and Felix reluctantly agrees that Eugénie can marry Charles. In 1827 Charles returns to France. By now both of Eugénie's parents have died. However Charles is no longer in love with Eugénie. He becomes engaged to the daughter of an impoverished aristocratic family, in order to make himself respectable. He writes to Eugénie to break off their engagement. Eugénie then decides to become engaged to Cruchot des Bonfons. Bonfons de Cruchot marries Eugénie hopeful of becoming fabulously wealthy. However, he dies young, and at the end of the book Eugénie is a very wealthy widow. At the end of the novel, by the standards of the time she should be unhappy, childless and unmarried, but she is instead quite content with her lot because he has learned of the hypocrisy and shallowness of the bourgeois.
看你喜歡那個，有不少都可以在愛洋蔥中英在線閱讀平台上找到。