Ⅰ 跪求3-5篇英语短篇小说的主要内容与人物评价！！！（用英文！~）
2. In a small town of st petersburg, have a very naughty, but a good boy, tom, he hates school for the insipidity of the life, hoping that can and the like the exciting life. one day, tom and huckleberry had left home and went to a desert island, a few days of his life. they know that a case, a critical moment, tom has a very fierce ： joe. tom was afraid of retaliation by joe,Was always uneasy. he and huckleberry a haunted house when he found joe, then the murderer death in the cave. tom and huck ley had a lot of coins.
1。 old man and the sea is a fisherman eighty-four days have hooked a fish, and nearly died of hunger ； but he still wouldn't admit defeat in the eighty-fifth day catches a great fish. fish mullin pulled the boat to the sea, but the old man still held, even if there is no water, no food, no, no, he does not lose heart. after two days and nights later, he eventually killed the fish, and put it on a ship.But many of the shark was immediately come to rob him of killing them, all ； him to last only a broken on the tiller as a weapon. however, the fish were still wet, finally, the old man just dragged a 鱼骨 head. he went home in bed, from dreams of yesteryear to find a good time.
Ⅱ 寻关于犯罪的英语文章
What's in a name? Maybe a criminal future
Boys in the United States with common names like Michael and David are less likely to commit crimes than those named Ernest or Ivan.
David E. Kalist and Daniel Y. Lee of Shippensburg University in Pennsylvania compared the first names of male juvenile delinquents to the first names of male juveniles in the population. The researchers constructed a popularity-name index (PNI) for each name. For example, the PNI for Michael is 100, the most frequently given name ring the period. The PNI for David is 50, a name given half as frequently as Michael. The PNI is approximately 1 for names such as Alec, Ernest, Ivan, Kareem, and Malcolm.
Results show that, regardless of race, juveniles with unpopular names are more likely to engage in criminal activity. The least popular names were associated with juvenile delinquency among both blacks and whites.
The findings, announced today, are detailed in the journal Social Science Quarterly.
While the names are likely not the cause of crime, the researchers argue that "they are connected to factors that increase the tendency to commit crime, such as a disadvantaged home environment, residence in a county with low socioeconomic status, and households run by one parent."
"Also, adolescents with unpopular names may be more prone to crime because they are treated differently by their peers, making it more difficult for them to form relationships," according to a statement released by the journal's publisher. "Juveniles with unpopular names may also act out because they consciously or unconsciously dislike their names."
The findings could help officials " identify indivials at high risk of committing or recommitting crime, leading to more effective and targeted intervention programs," the authors conclude.
Ⅲ 写一篇英语关于经济犯罪的小说 500字
Jane Eyre — A Beautiful Soul（简爱）
Jane Eyre, is a poor but aspiring, small in body but huge in soul, obscure but self-respecting girl. After we close the covers of the book, after having a long journey of the spirit, Jane Eyre, a marvelous figure, has left us so much to recall and to think:
We remember her goodness: for someone who lost arms and blinded in eyes, for someone who despised her for her ordinariness, and even for someone who had hurt her deeply in the past.
We remember her pursuit of justice. It’s like a companion with the goodness. But still, a virtuous person should promote the goodness on one side and must check the badness on the other side.
We remember her self-respect and the clear situation on equality. In her opinion, everyone is the same at the God’s feet. Though there are differences in status、in property and also in appearance, but all the human being are equal in personality.
We also remember her striving for life, her toughness and her confidence…
When we think of this girl, what she gave us was not a pretty face or a transcendent temperament that make us admire deeply, but a huge charm of her personality.
Her story makes us thinking about life and we learn much from her experience, at least, that is a fresh new recognition of the real beauty.
Learn to love and care（雾都孤儿）
Here I am sitting on a couch alone, thinking about what I have just finished reading with tears of sadness filling my eyes and fire of indignation filling my heart, which revived my exhausted soul that has already been covered by the cruelty and the selfishness of the secular world for a long time. It is truly what I felt after reading Oliver Twist, written by the prominent British author Charles Dickens.
The resonance between me and the book makes me feel not only the kindness and the wickedness of all the characters in the novel, but what this aloof society lacks, and what I lack deep inside. These supreme resources I’m talking about right now are somewhat different from minerals, oil that we usually mention. They’re abstract like feelings, and some kinds of spiritual stimulation that all of us desire anxiously from one another —— love and care.
Those charitable figures whom Dickens created in the novel are really what we need in life. They showed love and care to others, just as the gentle rain from the sky fell upon the earth, which was carved into my heart deeply.
Mr. Brownlow is one such person.
The other day he had one of his elaborate watches stolen by two skilled teenage thieves, Artful Dodger and Charley Bates, and thought naturally it was Oliver, who was an orphan and forced to live with a gang of thieves, that had done it because he was the only one near by after the theft had taken place. Being wrathful, he caught Oliver, and sent him to the police station where the ill-tempered, unfair magistrates worked. Fortunately for him, Oliver was proved innocent by one onlooker afterwards. With sympathy, Mr. Brownlow took the injured, poor Oliver to his own home. There Oliver lived freely and gleefully for some months as if he were Mr. Brownlow’s own son. One day, however, Mr. Brownlow asked Oliver to return some books to the bookseller and to send some money for the new books that he had already collected. The thief Oliver once stayed with kidnapped him. After that he disappeared in Mr. Brownlow’s life. Searching for a while, Mr. Brownlow had to believe the fact that he had run away with his money. But dramatically, they came across each other again a few years later. Without hesitation, Mr. Brownlow took Oliver home for the second time not caring if he had done something evil.
Perhaps most of us would feel confused about Mr. Brownlow’s reaction. But as a matter of fact, this is just the lesson we should learn from him. Jesus said in the Bible. “Forgive not seven times, but seventy-times seven.” Why is that? Because forgiveness is our ability to remove negative thoughts and neutralize them so our energy may be spent on doing what we came here for. We cannot move forward in our future if past issues cloud our thinking. Stop put Mr. Brownlow into the list of your models. Always give people a second chance no matter what they might have done. That’s also a substantial part of loving and caring others.
Charles Dickens said:“Love makes the world go around.” These immortal words have inspired and will keep on inspiring us to chant the melody of love and to say the prayer of care forevermore. Let us, therefore, enjoy life and treat other people lovingly. These principles are the roots and foundations of beliefs supporting this article and our mission together.
Pride and Prejudice （傲慢与偏见）
Many people simply regard Pride and Prejudice as a love story, but in my opinion, this book is an illustration of the society at that time. She perfectly reflected the relation between money and marriage at her time and gave the people in her works vivid characters.
The characters have their own personalities. Mrs. Bennet is a woman who makes great efforts to marry off her daughters. Mr. Bingley is a friendly young man, but his friend, Mr. Darcy, is a very proud man who seems to always feel superior. Even the five daughters in Bennet family are very different. Jane is simple, innocent and never speaks evil of others. Elizabeth is a clever girl who always has her own opinion. Mary likes reading classic books. (Actually she is a pedant.) Kitty doesn’t have her own opinion but likes to follow her sister, Lydia. Lydia is a girl who follows exotic things, handsome man, and is somehow a little profligate. When I read the book, I can always find the same personalities in the society now. That is why I think this book is indeed the representative of the society in Britain in the 18th century.
The family of gentleman in the countryside is Jane Austen’s favourite topic. But this little topic can reflect big problems. It concludes the stratum situation and economic relationships in Britain in her century. You can find these from the very beginning of this book.
Austen left this problem for us to think. The genius of Jane Austen lies in this perfect simplicity, the simplicity that reflects big problems. Although Austen was only 21 when she wrote “Pride and Prejudice”, her sharp observation of social lives makes the style of this book surprisingly mature and lively. The plots in her works are always very natural. The development of the plot is as inevitable as a problem in mathematics. I think the depth of Pride and Prejudice is the reason that makes this book prominent and classic. Today, her book still can be the guide telling us the economic relationships both at her time and in modern time.
Leave Dead Man Island（亡灵岛）
Carol was once a happy and sunshiny girl. But after her father died in a plane crash, she became bad and took drugs. She had secrets in her heart and didn’t want others to know them. When Carol went to an island, she found the host had a bigger secret than hers: he had killed a girl in a car crash. So he needed an island to hide himself.
This is the story in Dead Man’s Island.
I think everybody has done something wrong and wants to keep the secrets in his or her heart. But do you know, even if we can escape from others’ eyes, we can’t escape from our own hearts.
I had been told a story like this: A woman felt ill and she went to see a doctor. The doctor examined her carefully and told the woman, ‘There is a tumor in your uterus. You’d better take an operation immediately.’ The woman agreed.
When the doctor cut open the woman’s abdomen, he got such a big surprise—there was a baby in the uterus, not a tumor. The doctor was sweating all over.
‘What to do? Take out the baby, or told the woman’s husband that it was just a tumor?’ ‘But … I am a doctor!’ He thought.
At last, the doctor sewed up the woman’s abdomen. When he told the woman’s husband the truth, the man didn’t move for a while. But then, the man jumped to the doctor, shouting at him. He was so angry and wanted to hit the doctor.
After the accident, a friend of the doctor’s asked him ‘Why did you do so? If you took out the baby, no one knows.’
‘But I know!’ said the doctor.
Ⅳ 求一个英语讲的犯罪小故事，不要太长
A Smugglar
The suspicious-looking man drove up to the border, where he was greeted by a sentry. When the guard looked in the trunk, he was surprised to find six sacks bulging at the seams.
"What's in here?" he asked.
"Dirt," the driver replied.
"Take them out," the guard instructed. "I want to check them."
Obliging, the man removed the bags, and sure enough, each one of them contained nothing but dirt. Reluctantly, the guard let him go.
A week later the man came back, and once again, the sentry looked in the truck.
"What's in the bags this time?" he asked.
"Dirt, more dirt." said the man.
Not believing him, the guard checked the sacks and, once again, he found nothing but soil.
The same thing happened every week for six months, and it finally became so frustrating to the guard that he quit and became a bartender. Then one night, the suspicious-looking fellow happened to stop by for a drink. Hurrying over to him, the former guard said, "Listen, pal, drinks are on the house tonight if you'll do me a favor: Just tell me what the hell you were smuggling all that time."
Grinning broadly, the man leaned close to the bartender's ear and whispered, "Cars."
Ⅳ 有什么好看的犯罪小说（国外的）
犯罪心理小说：（日）爱的病理
最近在看的一本小说，犯人当着孩子的面杀死其父母再杀害孩子，伪装成一起起青少年失常杀害父母的连环案件。中间穿插着许多关于家庭的、青少年的心理描写，格外传神。
Ⅵ 谁知道英文的犯罪类小说
经济人THE BIG BROKERS
Conviction
Give the Boys a Great Big Hand
Ⅶ 急需短篇英语侦探或悬疑小说原文，字数在4000以内即可，希望大家给提供几篇。
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Ⅷ 用英语写一篇犯罪案件故事
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英文经典犯罪小说
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英文短篇犯罪小说
-----------------The Dark Subway--------------
The phone buzzed on Jill's table. Looking around, she challenged anybody in the organization to respond to it. Adam simply turned away. Jill knew Brett Bruce was calling. What she did not want was to prolong their quarrel. He complaint to her about her work, sulking and asking why she did not want to spend more time at the house. His continuous niggling implied that she was not expected to come back on time. After eighteen years of living together, one would believe they could work out a solution.
After putting on her coat and bidding goodbye to Adam, Jill left the workplace to face the expected and headed towards the subway. She reached the platform just when the passengers were assembling, waiting for the next train to arrive. It was just like any other day. The sound, the smell, the public proced no curiosity for Jill. Her only worry was to reach on time.
Following her, on the stairway running down from the lane, Jill took notice of a noise. It was the sound of someone shouting. A man screamed, "He has a pistol!" Reacting in slow motion Jill turned as the person lifted the pistol aiming it at the man to Gill's left. The stranger shouted something incomprehensible. Without judgment Jill came between the gun wielding man and his prey with her hands raised, believing that she could speak the man down. Jill saw the trigger being pulled, sensed the shock, and paused, surprised by disbelief then fell on the platform. From a distance, as if through a channel, Jill listened to noise, soft, noisy. Then it was total darkness.
When Jill was just four, she had a terror of subways. The stink and the litter, even the public scared her. In spite of her yelling and howling her mom pulled her into the subway. "I will die, I am really scared," she said. Her mom did not seem to care about her appeals. Finally, Jill overcame her worries, and taking the subway was soon a part of the day, until that fateful day.
Someone said in her ear, "Wait. A few more moments. Do not die."
Gill tried to answer, but she could not gather the power to speak a word. She tried to open her eyes. "She is alive" the man shouted. "Call the ambulance, somebody, quick!"
Jill felt a grin at the curve of her lips. She struggled to stay awake, but it was proving to be a losing fight. Just as she started to weaken she heard a voice say, "Oh dear! That's Jill."
Jill had been employed by the army only a few months more than her buddy Adam. They had lately been allocated to theft inquiry. They had been through a lot recently on their beat, unrests, fights, and even a few busted drug rackets. In all those years Jill had never used her pistol apart from on the practice range. She was a good quality shooter, and had triumphed in a few contests in the army. Her pistol was at all times strapped under her right wing. In case the need arose. She, at times, doubted if she will ever need it.
Trying hard to come out of the sleep once again, Jill's eyes trembled and she saw Adam looking at her, worried.
"A few more minutes, Buddy try to hold on," said Adam in a hushed voice. "You can't leave us like this. What would I say to Brett?"
Jill struggled to reply. With a lot of effort, he puffed, "Tell him...oh." It proved to be a bit too much.
"Don't try too hard, Jill. I know; I'll tell him not to worry. Help will be here soon."
Jill felt her breath drop away like the blood that was leaking from the gunshot injury. She let Adam down, fading there on the platform. Her last thought: Brett would be annoyed that she was not on time again.
------------------The Perfect Murder-----------------
I hear the beeping tone of the monitors, their continuous activity reassuring people sporting the glut of wires and belts that extend out from the honking sentinel besides their couch. I would not be here. But, I am.
The sound of laughter emerges from the adjoining room. A family elated at grandma's recuperation? Possibly. I hope them poor health, as their pleasure is opposite to my suffering. There will be no healing in this room; the stench of urine and antiseptic combine to lend this disinfected nook the stink of near death. The lifeless flowers only add to the drabness of the environs. I strike them away with my fist and they fall to the ground lifeless. I stare at them fallen with wretched floppiness on the ground and give out a sarcastic chuckle. The grunt causes me to choke and I throw up rotting fury. It burns up the back of my gullet and leaves behind the trace of umpteen hangovers.
I have forgotten of how long I have been here, where I don't want to be. He is an erratic personality is old Death. He works to his own will, not mine; nor anyone else's. When your trade is failing people you are your own chief.
I pick up a grape. They're spongy and damp. I feel the warmth in the area. No wonder the fruit and flowers are past their prime. They've only been here for a couple of days, brought by my cousin. She's a nice lady. I persisted her to stay away tonight. I told her to stick to to her exercises, hummed her favourite song. I am not sure she cherished the joke but I am sure she appreciated my effort at putting a courageous face on things.
Using the remote on the couch, I soften the lights in the room as I have a migraine approaching. Tension is my rival. Up in the curve I grab picture of a bright light. It winks at me. Then it winks once more. I wink back, as if to converse. It winks yet again. The light's simple existence makes me envious. The LED's half-life will outlive most living citizens. In its merciless dominance it has all I want; a long life without obstacles. I fling a grape at it; it is no longer my pal.
Without caution, I begin singing a song. It appears completely inapt and I am interrupted by further hilarity from round the corner. They truly are in exuberant mood - old Mr. More must be getting out, or he is taking a bed bath and the care takers have found something all the family can chuckle at.
This idea conveys long removes recollections hurrying back to me. Of the mistreatment, the torment and thrashing dished out at me by my father. 'He's a tyrant,' my mother would clarify, 'He only desires the finest for you', she would plead. If the finest meant black eyes and a dread of the shady, he did well.
My daydream is broken up by a shrilled scream. I glance right away at the screen besides me. Sadly, the stay goes on. I gaze through the glass door to spot where the nurses are hurrying to. Nowhere, that's where. It's Mr. More. His gear is unplugged and his is all set to go. His son, I assume, is helping him to the gate. They grin and appear completely at ease in each other's arms. The morons. I curse them and swear to hate them everlastingly there and then. I know I'll never clutch my father like that.
Thinking about my father yet again, I recollect the psychological mistreatment being much worse than the physical. Black eyes get well. When I told him I was dating a black man he thrashed me in to a coma and I still declined to press charges. We've never spoken ever since. I have spoken to him many times, particularly in the last few weeks ever since he had a heart attack, but for understandable reasons he has never answered.
Outside the room I hear the guests departing. Only the bleeps and my gasps are heard in this restricted space. I know there won't be a nurse around for another few hours. They confirm that the bed is dry and the bleeps are beeping. I sit there immobile, like I have every night for days now and doubt if I have the power to go on. I advise myself to do it. Death will not come unaccompanied. He, no, they, Death and Dad, will ridicule me and my flaws. I need to be tough. What am I waiting for? Is it consent? There is no one to say yes, no one to say no. There is only me and my needle. I am in command. Death can gnaw me. I can do better than he, the hack plying legend. Does he have a monopoly on expirations? No I say. I am taking control; I will be destiny's unkind hand for one night only.
Ⅸ 求英语短篇小说
经典短篇小说好多呢！用词比较简单，但意义深刻！更重要的是每一篇都短小精悍！（符合你的要求哦）
1.《生火》杰克.伦敦
To
Build
a
Fire
(Jack
LondonP
2.《厄谢尔府的倒塌》
爱伦.坡
The
Fall
of
the
House
of
Usher
(Edgar
Allan
Poe)
3.《项链》莫泊桑
The
Necklace
(Guy
de
Maupassant)
4.《警察与赞美诗》欧.亨利
The
Cop
and
the
Anthem
(O
Henry)
5.《麦琪的礼物》欧.亨利
Magi's
gift
(O
Henry)
6.《最后一片藤叶》欧.亨利
The
Last
Leaf
(O
Henry)
7.《加利维拉县有名的跳蛙》马克.吐温
The
Notorious
Jumping
Frog
of
Calaveras
County
（Mark
Twain)
8.《人生的五种恩赐》马克.吐温
The
Five
Boons
of
Life
（Mark
Twain)
9.《三生客》
托马斯.哈代
The
Three
Strangers
(Thomas
Hardy)
10.《敞开的落地窗》萨基
The
Open
Window
(Saki)
11.《末代佳人》菲茨杰拉德
The
Last
of
the
Belles
(F.S.Fitzgerald)
12.《手》舍伍德.安德森
Hands
13.《伊芙琳》詹姆斯.乔伊斯
Eveline
14.《教长的黑色面纱》纳撒尼尔.霍桑
The
Minister's
Black
Veil
Ⅹ 求1000字以内英语短篇小说！
《蒙娜丽莎》风波
On Tuesday August 11th, 1911, a young artist, Louis Beraud, arrived at the Louvre（卢浮宫） in Paris to complete a painting of the Salon Carre（卡雷沙龙，卢浮宫的画廊名）. This was the room where the world 's most famous painting, the Mona Lisa by Leonardo da Vinci（列奥那多·达·芬奇）, was on display. To his surprise there was an empty space where the painting should have been. At 11 o'clock the museum authorities realized that the painting had been stolen. The next day headlines all over the world announced the theft.
这一天是1911年8月11日，星期二，一位年轻的艺术家路易斯·贝劳德来到了巴黎卢浮宫的卡雷沙龙画廊完成一幅油画，在这条画廊里陈列着世界上最著名的油画——列奥纳多·达·芬奇创作的《蒙娜丽莎》。令路易斯感到吃惊的是，本该挂着油画的地方却是空空荡荡的。中午11时博物馆馆方意识到这幅名画已经被盗了。第二天全球各大报刊的头条新闻都报道了《蒙娜丽莎》被盗的消息。
Actually the Leonardo had been gone for more than twenty-four hours before anyone noticed it was missing. The museum was always closed on Mondays for maintenance（维修）. Just before closing time on Sunday three men had entered the museum, where they had hidden themselves in a storeroom. The actual theft was quick and simple. Early the next morning Perrugia removed the painting from the wall while the others kept watch. Then they went out a back exit.
实际上，直到达·芬奇的这幅画被盗24小时后才有人发现此事。每逢星期一卢浮宫都要闭馆例行保养文物。就在星期天，有三个人进入了博物馆并藏在贮藏室里。他们的盗窃行动迅速而简单，第二天一大早，三个盗贼之一佩鲁吉亚从墙上取下《蒙娜丽莎》，其余两个为他望风，然后他们从后门溜走逃得无影无踪了。
Nothing was seen or heard of the painting for two years when Perrugia tried to sell it to a dealer for half a million lire（里拉）. Perrugia was arrested on December 13th. Perrugia claimed he had stolen it as an act of patriotism（爱国主义）, because, he said, the painting had been looted from the Italian nation by Napoleon（拿破仑）. Perrugia was imprisoned for seven months. It seemed that the crime of the century had been solved.
《蒙娜丽莎》在被盗后的两年间一直杳无音迅，直到有一天佩鲁吉亚想以50万里拉卖给一个文物贩子时，人们才重新见到它。佩鲁吉亚于1913年12月13日被捕，他宣称偷《蒙娜丽莎》之举完全是出于爱国心。他说，卢浮宫的这幅画是被拿破仑从意大利抢劫来的。佩鲁吉亚为此被判了7个月的监禁，看来这个世纪奇案好像是解决了。
But had it? Perrugia was keen to claim all responsibility for the theft, and it was twenty years before the whole story came out. In fact Perrugia had been working for two master criminals, Valfierno and Chaudron, who went unpunished for their crime. They would offer to steal a famous painting from a gallery for a crooked（不诚实的） dealer or an unscrupulous（肆无忌惮的） private collector. They would then make a of the picture and, with the help of bribed gallery attendants（服务员）, would then tape the to the back of the original（原始的） painting. The dealer would then be taken to the gallery and would be invited to make a secret mark on the back of the painting. Of course the dealer would actually be marking the . Valfierno would later proce forged（伪造） newspaper cuttings announcing the theft of the original, and then proce the , complete with secret marking. If the dealer were to see the painting still in the gallery, he would be persuaded that it was a , and that he possessed the genuine（真正的） one.
果真如此吗?佩鲁吉亚试图把这次盗窃案的全部责任都揽到自己身上。直到二十年后，整个事件的真相才大白于天下。事实上，佩鲁吉亚一直在为两个犯罪头目瓦尔菲尔诺和肖德龙工作。在这个案件中，另两个家伙一直逍遥法外。瓦尔菲尔诺和肖德龙经常从陈列馆偷窃名画提供给奸诈的商人或肆无忌惮的私人收藏家。他们先制作名画的赝品，然后向博物馆的工作人员行贿，以便在博物馆工作人员的协助下将伪造品粘在原作的背后，尔后他们再将文物贩子带到陈列室，并要他在要买的那幅画的背面做上秘密的记号。当然，事实上文物贩子只是在赝品的背面作记号。在此之后，瓦尔菲尔诺就伪造一些剪报宣称原作被盗，然后拿出带有秘密记号的赝品。如果买画的贩子看见画仍然在展出，偷盗者将说服他相信展出的画是赝品，而卖给他的才是真正的原作。
Chaudron then painted not one, but six copies of the Mona Lisa, using 400-year-old wood panels from antique Italian furniture. The forgeries（赝品） were carefully aged, so that the varnish（光泽） was cracked and dirty. Valfierno commissioned Perrugia to steal the original, and told him to hide it until Valfierno contacted him. Perrugia waited in vain in a tiny room in Paris with the painting, but heard nothing from his partners in crime. They had gone to New York, where the six copies were already in store. They had sent them there before the original was stolen. At that time it was quite common for artists to old masters, which would be sold quite honestly（合法的） as imitations（仿造品）, so there had been no problems with US Customs. Valfierno went on to sell all six copies for '300,OOO each. Valfierno told the story to a journalist in 1914, on condition that it would not be published until his death.
肖德龙不仅伪造了一幅，而是六幅《蒙娜丽莎》。他用400年前古意大利老家具做油画板，所有赝品均经过了细心的老化处理，以使油画表面产生裂缝显得不干净。瓦尔菲尔诺指派佩鲁吉亚盗走《蒙娜丽莎》的真品并叫他躲藏起来直到与他取得联系。佩鲁吉亚一直带者那幅画首在巴黎的一间小屋里，可是他却一直未见同伙们的踪迹。原来瓦尔菲尔诺和肖德龙早已跑到了纽约，那里储存着六幅《蒙娜丽莎》的赝品。他们在原作被盗前就已将赝品运到了美国。在那个时代，艺术家们复制已故大师的作品是司空见惯的事情，而且复制品还能够合法地在市场上进行交易，因此复制品可以毫不费力地通过美国海关。在美国瓦尔菲尔诺以每幅300，000美元的价格陆续将这六幅《蒙娜丽莎》赝品出售。1914年瓦尔菲尔诺将事件真相透露给了一位记者，条件是只有等到他死后才能将此事公之于众。
Does the story end there? Collectors have claimed that Perrugia returned a . It is also possible that Leonardo may have painted several versions of the Mona Lisa, or they might be copies made by Leonardo's pupils. There has been a lot of controversy and argument about a 450-year-old painting, but after all, maybe that's what she's smiling about.
事情就此了解了吗?收藏专家们宣称佩鲁吉亚还回的《蒙娜丽莎》或许是赝品。或许当初达·芬奇创作了几个不同版本的《蒙娜丽莎》；或许这些《蒙娜丽莎》皆为达·芬奇的学生们制作的复制品。因此迄今为止人们对于这幅有着450年左右历史的名画，仍有着诸多的争议。也许，这就是蒙娜丽莎微笑的原因吧！