Everyday U原文+译文
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Everyday U
Alice Walker
I will wait for her in the yard that Maggie and I made so clean and wy yesterday afternoon. A yard like this is more comfortable than most people know. It is notjust a yard. It is like an extended living room. When the hard clay is swept clean as afloor and the fine sand around the edges lined with tiny, irregular grooves, anyone cancome and sit and look up into the elm tree and wait for the breezes that never comeinside the hou.
Maggie will be nervous until after her sister goes: she will stand hopelessly in corners,homely and ashamed of the burn scars down her arms and legs, eying her sister with amixture of envy and awe. She thinks her sister has held life always in the palm of onehand, that no is a word the world never learned to say to her.
You've no doubt en tho TV shows where the child who has made it isconfronted, as
a surpri, by her own mother and father, tottering in weakly frombackstage. (A Pleasant surpri, of cour: What would they do if parent and childcame on the show only to cur out and insult each other?) On TV mother and childembrace and ile into each other's face. Sometimes the mother and father weep, thechild wraps them in her arms and leans across the table to tell how she would not hemade it without their help. I he en the programs.步雪
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Sometimes I dream a dream in which Dee and I are suddenly brought together ona TV program of this sort. Out of a cark and soft-ated limousine I am ushered into abright room filled with many people. There I meet a iling, gray, sporty man likeJohnny Carson who shakes my hand and tells me what a fine girl I he. Then we areon the stage and Dee is embracing me with tear s in her eyes. She pins on my dress alarge orchid, even though she has told me once that she thinks or chides are tackyflowers.
网页在线聊天In real life I am a large, big-boned woman with rough, man-working hands. Inthe winter I wear flannel nightgowns to bed and overalls during the day. I can kill andclean a hog as
mercilessly as a man. My fat keeps me hot in zero weather. I can workoutside all day, breaking ice to get water for washing; I can eat pork liver cooked overthe open tire minutes after it comes steaming from the hog. One winter I knocked abull calf straight in the brain between the eyes with a sledge hammer and had the meathung up to chill be-fore nightfall. But of cour all this does not show on television. Iam the way my daughter would want me to be: a hundred pounds lighter, my skin likean uncooked barley pan-cake. My hair glistens in the hot bright lights. Johnny Car–son has much to do to keep up with my quick and witty tongue.
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But that is a mistake. I know even before I wake up. Who ever knew a Johnsonwith a quick tongue? Who can even imagine me looking a strange white man in theeye? It ems to me I he talked to them always with one toot raid in flight, withmy head turned in whichever way is farthest from them. Dee, though. She wouldalways look anyone in the eye. Hesitation was no part of her nature.
注销电话卡How do I look, Mama? Maggie says, showing just enough of her thin bodyenveloped in pink skirt and red blou for me to know she's there, almost hidden bythe door.
Come out into the yard, I say.
He you ever en a lame animal, perhaps a dog run over by some carelessperson rich enough to own a car, sidle up to someone who is ignorant enough to bekind of him? That is the way my Maggie walks. She has been like this, chin on chest,eyes on ground, feet in shuffle, ever since the fire that burned the other hou to theground.
Dee is lighter than Maggie, with nicer hair and a fuller figure. She's a womannow, though sometimes I forget. How long ago was it that the other hou burned?Ten, twelve years? Sometimes I can still hear the flames and feel Maggie's armssticking to me, her hair oking and her dress falling off her in little black paperyflakes. Her eyes emed stretched open, blazed open by the flames reflect-ed in them.And Dee. I e her standing off under the sweet gum tree she ud to dig gum out of;a look at concentration on her face as she watched the last dingy gray board of thehou tall in toward the red-hot brick chimney. Why don't you do a dance around theashes? I'd wanted to ask her. She had hated the hou that much.笔记本耳机
反思报告I ud to think she hated Maggie, too. But that was before we raid the money,the church and me, to nd her to Augusta to school. She ud to read to us withoutpity, forcing words, lies, other folks' habits, whole lives upon us two, sitting trappedand ignorant underneath her voice. She washed us in a river of make-believe, burnedus with a lot of knowledge we didn't necessarily need to know. Presd us to her withthe rious way she read, to shove us away at just the moment, like dimwits, weemed about to understand.
