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齣版社：天津人民齣版社

ISBN：9787201083728

版次：1

商品編碼：11334952

品牌：Holybird

包裝：平裝

開本：32開

齣版時間：2013-10-01

用紙：膠版紙

頁數：784

正文語種：英文

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　　英語學習愛好者全麵提升語言能力的紅寶書！世界三大短篇小說之王及其他著名作傢的經典名篇101篇故事，每日讀，天天聽，訓練純正的英語。西方流行POCKET BOOK，英語學習隨身帶！

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　　這本《101 Classic Short Stories：經典小說101篇》按全英文版齣版，西方流行口袋本。共收集瞭歐·亨利、傑剋·倫敦、霍桑、契訶夫等數十位西方著名短篇小說傢的代錶作與經典名篇，全書共101篇。讀者可以通過書上指定的網址，通過微盤免費下載配套的英文朗讀文件，邊聽邊讀，感受地道英語文學之樂趣。對於英語學習者來講，這是一本優秀的英語文學精讀手冊。

　　This outstanding collection features 101 short stories by great writers from America， the United Kingdom， Russian， and other countries. Ranging from the 19th to the 20th centuries， writers include O. Henry， Jack London， Nathaniel Hawthorne， Mark Twain， Edgar Allen Poe， Anton Chekhov， James Joyce ， Ambrose Bierce， Franz Kafka， and other major writers of world literature. Such a wonderfully wide-ranging and enjoyable anthology！

　　Invest just a few minutes in a great short story and you may be rewarded with a lesson or memory that lasts a lifetime. And it’s not just the short stories； the authors can also surprise you. We hope that you will return to this collection again and again； to re-read these classic favorites and train your literature mind.

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　　AFTER TWENTY YEARS

　　By O. Henry

　　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 de-peopled 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 restaurant’s 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.

　　……

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老實講，我並不是一個對文學史有深入研究的人，所以很多故事對我來說是第一次接觸，閱讀體驗就等同於在品嘗從未嘗試過的新鮮食材。這本書最讓我驚喜的一點是其包容性。它沒有將目光僅僅局限在那些教科書上反復齣現的“標準答案”式作傢身上，而是巧妙地穿插瞭一些風格迥異、甚至略帶邊緣化的聲音。這使得整套書的閱讀體驗像是在參與一場盛大的、跨越世紀的文學沙龍。你可能會在同一天內，從一個描繪十九世紀鄉間生活的田園牧歌式故事，無縫切換到一個探討現代都市疏離感的、略帶荒誕色彩的作品。這種並置産生瞭奇妙的化學反應，讓我能夠更清晰地看到文學是如何隨著時代變遷而自我革新的。它不是一本靜態的陳列，而是一個動態的對話過程。雖然有些故事的語言風格確實需要我反復迴味，但正是這種挑戰，讓我感覺自己的閱讀“肌肉”得到瞭鍛煉。

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這部厚厚的精裝本，當我第一次把它抱迴傢時，那種沉甸甸的分量就預示著一場漫長的閱讀旅程。封麵設計得相當樸實，沒有太多花哨的裝飾，反而流露齣一種老派的、值得信賴的氣質。我原本以為會有些枯燥，畢竟“經典”這個詞聽起來就意味著需要耐著性子去啃那些我可能不太熟悉的年代背景和語言風格。然而，一旦翻開扉頁，那種立刻被拉入另一個世界的魔力就展現齣來瞭。這些故事，有些我過去在學校的選修課上依稀接觸過，但絕大多數對我來說都是全新的體驗。它們像一個個精緻的玻璃瓶，裏麵封裝著不同時代的香氣和情感。有的故事探討的是人性深處的幽微之處，比如嫉妒、犧牲和那些無法言說的秘密；而有的則純粹是關於生活中的小確幸或突如其來的悲劇，描繪得極其細膩真實，讓你忍不住代入其中，感同身受。我尤其喜歡那些篇幅適中的作品，它們在有限的篇幅內將人物的弧光勾勒得淋灕盡緻，結尾處的留白引人深思，讀完後常常需要閤上書本，望著天花闆消化好一陣子。這種沉浸式的閱讀體驗，遠超我當初的預期。

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我通常習慣於一次隻專注於一本書，但這部閤集的設計——那種可以隨時抽齣一篇，讀完便可放下——極大地適應瞭我碎片化的生活節奏。我常常在通勤的地鐵上、午休的間隙，甚至是睡前十分鍾，隨手翻開一頁。這種隨機性帶來瞭一種獨特的閱讀樂趣，你永遠不知道下一篇會把你帶到何方：是寒冷的西伯利亞荒原，還是燈紅酒綠的巴黎街頭；是戰火紛飛的年代，還是和平年代的內心掙紮。這種多變性有效避免瞭長時間閱讀帶來的疲勞感。而且，由於篇幅短小，即使是那些主題較為沉重或結構略顯晦澀的作品，也因為其短暫的篇幅而變得更容易消化。這本書更像是一個永不枯竭的知識和情感的寶庫，每次光顧，總能帶走一些新的感悟，或者隻是純粹享受瞭一段被精心打磨過的文字的時光。它已經成為瞭我書架上那個“需要充電”時會自然而然伸手去拿的夥伴。

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說實話，剛開始接觸這套匯編時，我的期待值其實是比較低的，我總覺得這種“大雜燴”式的選集難免會有很多湊數的篇章，質量難以保證一緻性。但事實是，這份編輯的用心程度令人稱贊。它似乎不僅僅是簡單地羅列瞭名傢名作，更像是在構建一個文學的“萬花筒”。我發現自己不僅僅是在閱讀故事本身，更是在觀察不同文化、不同社會背景下，人類共同的情感母題是如何以韆姿百態的形式呈現齣來的。有些篇章的敘事節奏極其緩慢，像老式留聲機裏播放齣的悠揚麯調，需要靜下心來纔能捕捉到每一個音符的含義；而另一些則像一場突如其來的暴風雨，情節緊湊，高潮迭起，讓人幾乎屏住呼吸直到最後一句話。這種節奏上的巨大反差，使得閱讀過程充滿瞭新鮮感，每一次翻頁都像是在進行一次未知的探險。它拓寬瞭我對“短篇小說”這一文學形式的理解邊界，讓我意識到，原來在短短幾韆字內，可以蘊含如此廣闊的宇宙。

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我是一個典型的“情節驅動型”讀者，過去我更偏愛那些結構復雜、懸念迭起的長篇小說。因此，麵對這本收錄瞭上百篇作品的選集，我做好瞭可能隨時會感到厭倦的準備。然而，這部作品集以一種齣乎意料的方式抓住瞭我的注意力。那些篇幅較短的故事，像是精準切割的鑽石，每一麵都閃爍著獨特的光芒。我發現，編輯在選擇這些作品時，似乎非常注重作品本身的“文學密度”。那些看似簡單的日常對話，細品之下卻暗藏著深意，角色之間的張力往往建立在那些沒有說齣口的言辭和眼神的交匯之中。我常常為作者們如何僅用寥寥數語就塑造齣一個栩栩如生、讓人過目不忘的形象而感到驚嘆。例如，有篇描寫一位老婦人對一隻流浪貓的執著，那種細膩的感情描繪，比某些鴻篇巨製中的愛情描寫還要動人。這本書讓我開始重新審視閱讀的效率與深度之間的關係，它證明瞭精煉的力量。

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最後給快遞師傅點個贊，下午下的單子，晚上8點就給我送到瞭。

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買買買，不是正在買、就是準備買、京東、每天都在買...

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喜歡，質量好，非常滿意

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印刷清晰，物美價廉，攜帶方便，是一本好書。

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挺厚實的，不過沒想象的那麼大，??還沒看呢。

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品不錯，發貨很快，必須好評！?????