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[作品]阿尔塔莫诺夫家的事业
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《心安草》献给忙碌、失意者的心灵慰籍 生命,如同一条静静的小河,它只是一味地向前奔腾,而从不回头。生命的源头或许是茂密森林那阔叶上滴落的露珠,或许,是危危石崖渗透出的一缕清流,或许是雾的凝思,或许是闪着寒光的冰山的融化……
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磨81,讲述一位患有严重口吃的大学生,因口吃当记者梦遇阻,在公共汽车上发疯般地演讲了1000多次,以及为追求美好的爱情不屈不挠的事。
原贴:著名励志长篇小说
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《童年》是高尔基自传体三部曲中的第一部,主要描写阿廖沙的童年,三部曲中的另外两部《在人间》、《我的大学》主要叙述阿廖沙的青少年经历。
长篇小说列表:
《母亲》(1906) 两次革命之间的创作成果:
奥古洛夫镇(1909)
夏天(1909)
《马特维•柯热米亚金的一生(1910~1911)
《意大利童话》(1911~1913)
《俄罗斯童话》(1912~1917)
稍后完成的自传体长篇小说三部曲的前两部
《童年》和《人间》(1913~1916)。
《我的大学》(1922~1923)
《阿尔塔莫诺夫家的事业》(1924~1925)
原贴:高尔基的著名长篇小说??
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1906年高尔基写成长篇小说《母亲》和剧本《敌人》两部最重要的作品——标志着其创作达到了新的高峰。《母亲》塑造了世界文学史上第一批自觉为社会主义而斗争的无产阶级革命者的英雄形象,是社会主义现实主义文学的奠基作。列宁肯定了它的现实意义。
《童年》是高尔基自传体三部曲中的第一部,主要描写阿廖沙的童年,三部曲中的另外两部《在人间》、《我的大学》主要叙述阿廖沙的青少年经历。
长篇小说列表:
《母亲》(1906) 两次革命之间的创作成果:
奥古洛夫镇(1909)
夏天(1909)
《马特维•柯热米亚金的一生(1910~1911)
《意大利童话》(1911~1913)
《俄罗斯童话》(1912~1917)
稍后完成的自传体长篇小说三部曲的前两部
《我的大学》(1922~1923)
《阿尔塔莫诺夫家的事业》(1924~1925)
原贴:高尔基的著名长篇小说??
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THE GIFT OF THE
One dollar and eighty-seven cents. That was all. And sixty cents of it was in pennies. Pennies saved one and two at a time by bulldozing the grocer and the vegetable man and the butcher until one's cheeks burned with the silent imputation of parsimony that such close dealing implied. Three times Della counted it. One dollar and eighty- seven cents. And the next day would be Christmas.
There was clearly nothing to do but flop down on the shabby little couch and howl. So Della did it. Which instigates the moral reflection that life is made up of sobs, sniffles, and smiles, with sniffles predominating.
While the mistress of the home is gradually subsiding from the first stage to the second, take a look at the home. A furnished flat at $8 per week. It did not exactly beggar description, but it certainly had that word on the lookout for the mendicancy squad.
In the vestibule below was a letter-box into which no letter would go, and an electric button from which no mortal finger could coax a ring. Also appertaining thereunto was a card bearing the name "Mr. James Dillingham Young."
The "Dillingham" had been flung to the breeze during a former period of prosperity when its possessor was being paid $30 per week. Now, when the income was shrunk to $20, though, they were thinking seriously of contracting to a modest and unassuming D. But whenever Mr. James Dillingham Young came home and reached his flat above he was called "Jim" and greatly hugged by Mrs. James Dillingham Young, already introduced to you as Della. Which is all very good.
Della finished her cry and attended to her cheeks with the powder rag. She stood by the window and looked out dully at a gray cat walking a gray fence in a gray backyard. Tomorrow would be Christmas Day, and she had only $1.87 with which to buy Jim a present. She had been saving every penny she could for months, with this result. Twenty dollars a week doesn't go far. Expenses had been greater than she had calculated. They always are. Only $1.87 to buy a present for Jim. Her Jim. Many a happy hour she had spent planning for something nice for him. Something fine and rare and sterling--something just a little bit near to being worthy of the honor of being owned by Jim.
There was a pier-glass between the windows of the room. Perhaps you have seen a pier-glass in an $8 flat. A very thin and very agile person may, by observing his reflection in a rapid sequence of longitudinal strips, obtain a fairly accurate conception of his looks. Della, being slender, had mastered the art.
Suddenly she whirled from the window and stood before the glass. her eyes were shining brilliantly, but her face had lost its color within twenty seconds. Rapidly she pulled down her hair and let it fall to its full length.
Now, there were two possessions of the James Dillingham Youngs in which they both took a mighty pride. One was Jim's gold watch that had been his father's and his grandfather's. The other was Della's hair. Had the queen of Sheba lived in the flat across the airshaft, Della would have let her hair hang out the window some day to dry just to depreciate Her Majesty's jewels and gifts. Had King Solomon been the janitor, with all his treasures piled up in the basement, Jim would have pulled out his watch every time he passed, just to see him pluck at his beard from envy.
So now Della's beautiful hair fell about her rippling and shining like a cascade of brown waters. It reached below her knee and made itself almost a garment for her. And then she did it up again nervously and quickly. Once she faltered for a minute and stood still while a tear or two splashed on the worn red carpet.
On went her old brown jacket; on went her old brown hat. With a whirl of skirts and with the brilliant sparkle still in her eyes, she fluttered out the door and down the stairs to the street.
Where she stopped the sign read: "Mne. Sofronie. Hair Goods of All Kinds." One flight up Della ran, and collected herself, panting. Madame, large, too white, chilly, hardly looked the "Sofronie."
"Will you buy my hair?" asked Della.
"I buy hair," said Madame. "Take yer hat off and let's have a sight at the looks of it."
Down rippled the brown cascade.
"Twenty dollars," said Madame, lifting the mass with a practised hand.
"Give it to me quick," said Della.
Oh, and the next two hours tripped by on rosy wings. Forget the hashed metaphor. She was ransacking the stores for Jim's present.
She found it at last. It surely had been made for Jim and no one else. There was no other like it in any of the stores, and she had turned all of them inside out. It was a platinum fob chain simple and chaste in design, properly proclaiming its value by substance alone and not by meretricious ornamentation--as all good things should do. It was even worthy of The Watch. As soon as she saw it she knew that it must be Jim's. It was like him. Quietness and value--the description applied to both. Twenty-one dollars they took from her for it, and she hurried home with the 87 cents. With that chain on his watch Jim might be properly anxious about the time in any company. Grand as the watch was, he sometimes looked at it on the sly on account of the old leather strap that he used in place of a chain.
When Della reached home her intoxication gave way a little to prudence and reason. She got out her curling irons and lighted the gas and went to work repairing the ravages made by generosity added to love. Which is always a tremendous task, dear friends--a mammoth task.
Within forty minutes her head was covered with tiny, close-lying curls that made her look wonderfully like a truant schoolboy. She looked at her reflection in the mirror long, carefully, and critically.
"If Jim doesn't kill me," she said to herself, "before he takes a second look at me, he'll say I look like a Coney Island chorus girl. But what could I do--oh! what could I do with a dollar and eighty- seven cents?"
At 7 o'clock the coffee was made and the frying-pan was on the back of the stove hot and ready to cook the chops.
Jim was never late. Della doubled the fob chain in her hand and sat on the corner of the table near the door that he always entered. Then she heard his step on the stair away down on the first flight, and she turned white for just a moment. She had a habit for saying little silent prayer about the simplest everyday things, and now she whispered: "Please God, make him think I am still pretty."
The door opened and Jim stepped in and closed it. He looked thin and very serious. Poor fellow, he was only twenty-two--and to be burdened with a family! He needed a new overcoat and he was without gloves.
Jim stopped inside the door, as immovable as a setter at the scent of quail. His eyes were fixed upon Della, and there was an expression in them that she could not read, and it terrified her. It was not anger, nor surprise, nor disapproval, nor horror, nor any of the sentiments that she had been prepared for. He simply stared at her fixedly with that peculiar expression on his face.
Della wriggled off the table and went for him.
"Jim, darling," she cried, "don't look at me that way. I had my hair cut off and sold because I couldn't have lived through Christmas without giving you a present. It'll grow out again--you won't mind, will you? I just had to do it. My hair grows awfully fast. Say `Merry Christmas!' Jim, and let's be happy. You don't know what a nice-- what a beautiful, nice gift I've got for you."
"You've cut off your hair?" asked Jim, laboriously, as if he had not arrived at that patent fact yet even after the hardest mental labor.
"Cut it off and sold it," said Della. "Don't you like me just as well, anyhow? I'm me without my hair, ain't I?"
Jim looked about the room curiously.
"You say your hair is gone?" he said, with an air almost of idiocy.
"You needn't look for it," said Della. "It's sold, I tell you--sold and gone, too. It's Christmas Eve, boy. Be good to me, for it went for you. Maybe the hairs of my head were numbered," she went on with sudden serious sweetness, "but nobody could ever count my love for you. Shall I put the chops on, Jim?"
Out of his trance Jim seemed quickly to wake. He enfolded his Della. For ten seconds let us regard with discreet scrutiny some inconsequential object in the other direction. Eight dollars a week or a million a year--what is the difference? A mathematician or a wit would give you the wrong answer. The magi brought valuable gifts, but that was not among them. This dark assertion will be illuminated later on.
Jim drew a package from his overcoat pocket and threw it upon the table.
"Don't make any mistake, Dell," he said, "about me. I don't think there's anything in the way of a haircut or a shave or a shampoo that could make me like my girl any less. But if you'll unwrap that package you may see why you had me going a while at first."
White fingers and nimble tore at the string and paper. And then an ecstatic scream of joy; and then, alas! a quick feminine change to hysterical tears and wails, necessitating the immediate employment of all the comforting powers of the lord of the flat.
For there lay The Combs--the set of combs, side and back, that Della had worshipped long in a Broadway window. Beautiful combs, pure tortoise shell, with jewelled rims--just the shade to wear in the beautiful vanished hair. They were expensive combs, she knew, and her heart had simply craved and yearned over them without the least hope of possession. And now, they were hers, but the tresses that should have adorned the coveted adornments were gone.
But she hugged them to her bosom, and at length she was able to look up with dim eyes and a smile and say: "My hair grows so fast, Jim!"
And them Della leaped up like a little singed cat and cried, "Oh, oh!"
Jim had not yet seen his beautiful present. She held it out to him eagerly upon her open palm. The dull precious metal seemed to flash with a reflection of her bright and ardent spirit.
"Isn't it a dandy, Jim? I hunted all over town to find it. You'll have to look at the time a hundred times a day now. Give me your watch. I want to see how it looks on it."
Instead of obeying, Jim tumbled down on the couch and put his hands under the back of his head and smiled.
"Dell," said he, "let's put our Christmas presents away and keep 'em a while. They're too nice to use just at present. I sold the watch to get the money to buy your combs. And now suppose you put the chops on."
The magi, as you know, were wise men--wonderfully wise men--who brought gifts to the Babe in the manger. They invented the art of giving Christmas presents. Being wise, their gifts were no doubt wise ones, possibly bearing the privilege of exchange in case of duplication. And here I have lamely related to you the uneventful chronicle of two foolish children in a flat who most unwisely sacrificed for each other the greatest treasures of their house. But in a last word to the wise of these days let it be said that of all who give gifts these two were the wisest. O all who give and receive gifts, such as they are wisest. Everywhere they are wisest. They are the magi.
原贴:世界著名短篇小说
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古希腊讽喻故事集《伊索寓言》,相传为奴隶伊索所作。 2、 中世纪意大利伟大诗人但丁所写的《神曲》,原名《喜剧》,包括《地狱》、《炼狱》和《天堂》三部分。 3、 意大利文艺复兴时期的代表人物薄迦丘的代表作是《十日谈》。 4、 文艺复兴时期,西班牙最杰出的作家是塞万提斯,其代表作《堂吉诃德》是世界文学的不朽名著。 5、 莎士比亚是欧洲文艺复兴时期英国伟大大戏剧家和诗人,其代表作有讽刺喜剧《威尼斯商人》,四大悲剧是《哈姆雷特》、《奥赛罗》、《李尔王》、《麦克白》。 6、 拉伯雷是法国十六世纪最重要的作家,其代表作是长篇小说《巨人传》。 7、 十七世纪法国著名喜剧作家莫里哀的代表作,有讽刺喜剧《伪君子》。 8、 十八世纪英国启蒙主义文学的代表作家笛福,其代表作为小说《鲁滨逊漂流记》。 9、 斯威夫特是英国启蒙运动中的讽刺小说家,其代表作是《格列佛游记》。 10、 歌德是德国伟大的诗人、小说家和戏剧家,其代表作有书信体小说《少年维特之烦恼》、诗剧《浮士德》,后者的创作延续了六十年之久。 11、 席勒是德国著名的诗人、剧作家。其代表作有戏剧《强盗》、《阴谋与爱情》。 12、 拜伦是英国进步的浪漫主义诗人,其代表作有诗体小说《唐璜》。 13、 雪莱是与拜伦齐名的英国诗人,解放的普罗米修斯是其最优秀的作品。 14、 《德国,一个冬天的童话》、西里西亚的纺织工人是德国诗人海涅的代表作。 15、 雨果是法国积极浪漫主义文学的奠基人和杰出代表,其最著名的小说是《巴黎圣母院》、《悲惨世界》。 16、 司汤达是法国十九世纪批判现实主义文学的奠基人,长篇小说《红与黑》是他的代表作。 17、 巴尔扎克是法国伟大的批判现实主义作家,其代表作《人间喜剧》包括96部长篇小说和中、短篇小说,其中重要作品有《高老头》、《欧也妮葛朗台》等。 18、 福楼拜是法国现实主义著名作家,《包法利夫人》是其代表作。 19、 狄更斯是英国十九世纪批判现实主义文学的杰出代表,他的第一部长篇小说是《匹克威克外传》,他的第一部自传性质的小说是大卫科波菲尔,《艰难时世》、《双城记》是其后期创作的代表作。 20、 萨克雷是英国批判现实主义的优秀作家,其代表作是讽刺小说《名利场》。 21、 夏洛蒂勃朗特和她的妹妹爱米丽勃朗特,都是英国杰出的现实主义小说家。前者写了自传体小说《简爱》,后者写了小说呼啸山庄。 22、 莫泊桑是法国十九世纪末优秀的批判现实主义作家,《羊脂球》是他的成名之作,《项链》、我的叔叔于勒是他的名篇。 23、 罗曼罗兰是法国后期批判现实主义著名的作家,长篇小说约翰克利斯朵夫是其代表作。 24、 左拉是法国著名作家,卢贡——马加尔家族(包括《娜娜》、《萌芽》、《金钱》等20篇长篇小说)是其代表作。 25、 易卜生是挪威戏剧家,《玩偶之家》是其影响最大的一部作品。 26、 安徒生是丹麦著名童话作家,《皇帝的新装》《卖火柴的小女孩》等都是脍炙人口的名篇。 27、 斯托夫人是美国十九世纪著名女小说家,其代表作是《汤姆叔叔的小屋》通过老黑奴汤姆的命运,控诉了南部反动的蓄奴制。 28、 十九世纪美国著名的民主诗人惠特曼,其诗集《草叶集》,对我国新诗产生过影响. 29、 马克吐温是十九世纪美国杰出的批判现实主义作家,其代表作有长篇小说《镀金时代》、《汤姆索亚历险记》、哈克贝利费恩历险记、《百万英镑》等,短篇小说《竞选州长》。 30、 俄国伟大诗人普希金的代表作是诗体小说叶甫盖尼奥涅金、历史小说上蔚的女儿、童话诗《渔夫和金鱼的故事》等。
原贴:十七年著名长篇小说有
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萨克雷(1811--1863)长篇小说《名利场》
艾米丽·勃朗特(妹)(1818--1848)长篇小说《简·爱》
长篇小说呼啸山庄
司汤达(1783--1842)《红与黑》
巴尔扎克(1799--1850)九十作部作品收编为人间戏剧,是世界文学史上规模最宏大的创作之一。
雨果(1802--1885)欧洲19世纪浪漫主义文学的最极出代表。
《巴黎圣母院》、《悲惨世界》
大仲马(1802--1870)《三个火枪手》(即《三剑客》)、《基度山伯爵》
福楼拜(1821--1880)《包法利夫人》
都德(1840--1897)代表作伯林之围、《小东西》
国内:四大名著
茅盾(原名沈德鸿,字雁冰)农村三部曲:《春蚕》、《秋收》、残冬
长篇小说《子夜》、《腐蚀》和短篇小说《林家铺子》是其代表作。
老舍(原名舒庆春,字舍予。)长篇小说《四世同堂》、《骆驼祥子》;话剧《茶馆》、《龙须沟》。
1950年获“人民艺术家”称号。
原贴:找些著名的中外长篇小说
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原贴:世界著名中长篇小说推荐
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笛福(1660--1731)长篇小说《鲁滨逊漂流记》。
萨克雷(1811--1863)长篇小说《名利场》
艾米丽·勃朗特(妹)(1818--1848)长篇小说《简·爱》
长篇小说呼啸山庄
司汤达(1783--1842)《红与黑》
巴尔扎克(1799--1850)九十作部作品收编为人间戏剧,是世界文学史上规模最宏大的创作之一。
雨果(1802--1885)欧洲19世纪浪漫主义文学的最极出代表。
大仲马(1802--1870)《三个火枪手》(即《三剑客》)、《基度山伯爵》
福楼拜(1821--1880)《包法利夫人》
都德(1840--1897)代表作伯林之围、《小东西》
国内:四大名著
茅盾(原名沈德鸿,字雁冰)农村三部曲:《春蚕》、《秋收》、残冬
长篇小说《子夜》、《腐蚀》和短篇小说《林家铺子》是其代表作。
老舍(原名舒庆春,字舍予。)长篇小说《四世同堂》、《骆驼祥子》;话剧《茶馆》、《龙须沟》。
1950年获“人民艺术家”称号。
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一般呢,著名的都比较老掉牙,因为需要时间检验!
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战争与和平
鲁宾孙漂流记
哈姆莱特
堂吉诃德
名人传
老人与海
傲慢与偏见
浮士德
悲惨世界
安娜·卡列宁娜
欧也妮·葛朗台
高老头
茶花女
基督山伯爵
双城记
简爱
童年
我的大学
在人间
钢铁是怎样炼成的
苔丝
巴黎圣母院
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太多了吧,暂时想到这么多,简介嘛,名字都给你了,你好歹自己百度一下嘛
要不给你介绍几本畅销书吧
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不知道你想知道文学家什么,以下是一些文学家的名字:
◎古希腊 古罗马
荷马 Homer 伊索 Aesop
埃斯库罗斯 Aeschylus
索福克勒斯 Sophocles
欧里庇得斯 Euripides
贺拉斯 Horatius
维吉尔 Vergilius
奥维德 Ovid
◎英国
乔叟 Chaucer
托马斯·莫尔 Thomas More
约翰·班扬 John Bunyan
莎士比亚 Shakesprare
马洛 Marlowe
笛福 Denner Defoe
斯威夫特 Swift
斯宾塞 Spencer
华兹华斯 Wordsworth
威廉·布莱克 William Blake
莱辛 Lessing
拜伦 Byron
雪莱 Shelley
济慈 John Keats
简·奥斯丁 Jane Austin
狄更斯 Charles Dickens
萨克雷 Thackray
勃朗特三姐妹 Bronte
哈代 Thomas Hardy
王尔德 Oscar Wilde
肖伯纳George Bernand Shaw
艾略特 Eliot
詹姆斯·乔伊斯 James Joyce
赫胥黎 Huxley
柯南道尔 Conan Dyle
阿加莎·克里斯蒂 Agatha Christie
贝克特 Beckett
伍尔芙 Woolf
◎法国
拉伯雷 Rabelais
卢梭 Rousseau
蒙田 Montaigne
高乃依 Corneille
拉辛 Racine
狄德罗 Diderot
伏尔泰 Voltaire
孟德斯鸠 Montesquieu
莫里哀 Mauriat
司汤达 Stonder
巴尔扎克 Balzac
雨果 Victor Hugo
福楼拜 Flanbert
左拉 Zola
大仲马小仲马父子 Dumas
莫泊桑 Manpassant
梅里美 Merimee
加缪 Camus
萨特 Satre
普鲁斯特 Proust
罗曼罗兰 Roman Roland
◎德国
歌德 Goethe
席勒 Schiller
格林兄弟 Green Brothers
海涅 Heine
◎俄国
普希金 Pushkin
果戈里 Gogol
托尔斯泰 Tolstoy
克雷洛夫 Kryilov
屠格涅夫 Turgernev
契诃夫 Cheknov
车尔尼雪夫斯基 Chernyshevsky
托斯陀耶夫斯基 Dostoevsky
赫尔岑 Herzen
帕斯捷尔纳克 Pasternak
高尔基 Maksim Gorgy
奥斯特洛夫斯基 Osterlovsky
◎美国
爱默生 Amerson
梭罗 Thoureau
惠特曼 Whitman
霍桑 Hawthone
斯托夫人 Stowe
杰克·伦敦 Jack London
马克·吐温 Mark Twain
弗罗斯特 Frost
海明威 Hamingway
菲茨杰拉德 Fitzgerald
德莱塞 Dreiser
约瑟夫·海勒 Joseph Hailer
欧·亨利 O Henry
奥尔珂德 Alcott
玛格丽特·米切尔 Margrret Millchill
◎其他国家
马克·波罗 Marco Polo (意大利)
但丁 Dante
薄伽丘 Boccaccio
塞万提斯 Cervantes (西班牙)
安徒生 Adersen (丹麦)
卡夫卡 Kafka (奥地利)
茨威格 Zweig
易卜生 Ibsen (挪威)
黑塞 Hesse (瑞士)
纪伯伦 Gibrn (黎巴嫩)
马尔克斯 Morques (哥伦比亚)
聂鲁达 Neruda (智利)
泰戈尔 Tagore (印度)
夏目漱石 (日本)川端康成
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