目 录 上一节 下一节 
巴黎的春天常会刮起阵阵峭劲的寒风，它给人们的感受不完全是冷，而是冻，这种风象从关得不严密的门窗缝里吹进暖室的冷空气那样，即使在晴天也能使人愁苦。仿佛冬季的那扇阴惨的门还半开着，风是从那门口吹来的。本世纪欧洲的第一次大流行病便是在一八三二年春天突发的，从没有象那次霜风那样冷冽刺骨。比起平时冬季的那扇半开的门，那一年的门来得还更冻人些。那简直是一扇墓门。人们感到在那种寒风里有鬼气。 From a meteorological point of view, these cold winds possessed this peculiarity, that they did not preclude a strong electric tension. Frequent storms, accompanied by thunder and lightning, burst forth at this epoch. 从气象学的角度看，那种冷风的特点是它一点不排除强电压。那一时期经常有雷电交加的大风暴。 One evening, when these gales were blowing rudely, to such a degree that January seemed to have returned and that the bourgeois had resumed their cloaks, Little Gavroche, who was always shivering gayly under his rags, was standing as though in ecstasy before a wig-maker's shop in the vicinity of the Orme-Saint-Gervais. He was adorned with a woman's woollen shawl, picked up no one knows where, and which he had converted into a neck comforter. Little Gavroche appeared to be engaged in intent admiration of a wax bride, in a low-necked dress, and crowned with orange-flowers, who was revolving in the window, and displaying her smile to passers-by, between two argand lamps; but in reality, he was taking an observation of the shop, in order to discover whether he could not "prig" from the shop-front a cake of soap, which he would then proceed to sell for a sou to a "hair-dresser" in the suburbs. He had often managed to breakfast off of such a roll. He called his species of work, for which he possessed special aptitude, "shaving barbers." 有一个晚上，那种冷风正吹得起劲，隆冬仿佛又回了头，资产阶级都重新披上了大氅，小伽弗洛什始终穿着他的那身烂布筋，立在圣热尔韦榆树附近的一家理发店的前面出神，冷得发抖但高高兴兴。他围着一条不知是从什么地方拾来的女用羊毛披肩，用来当作围巾。看神气，小伽弗洛什是在一心欣羡一个蜡制的新娘，那蜡人儿敞着胸脯，头上装饰着橙花，在橱窗后面两盏煤油灯间转个不停，对过路的人盈盈微笑；其实，伽弗洛什老望着那家铺子的目的，是想看看有没有办法从柜台上“摸”一块香皂，拿到郊区的一个“理发师”那里去卖一个苏。他是时常依靠这种香皂来吃一顿饭的。对这种工作，他颇有些才干，他说这是“刮那刮胡子人的胡子”。 While contemplating the bride, and eyeing the cake of soap, he muttered between his teeth: "Tuesday. It was not Tuesday. Was it Tuesday? Perhaps it was Tuesday. Yes, it was Tuesday." 他一面瞻仰新娘，并一眼又一眼瞟着那块香皂，同时他牙齿缝里还在唠唠叨叨地说：“星期二……不是星期二……是星期二吧？……也许是星期二……对了，是星期二。” No one has ever discovered to what this monologue referred. 从来不曾有人知道过他这样自问自答究竟是在谈什么。 
要是这段独白涉及到他上一次吃饭的日子，他便是三天没有吃饭了，因为那天是星期五。 The barber in his shop, which was warmed by a good stove, was shaving a customer and casting a glance from time to time at the enemy, that freezing and impudent street urchin both of whose hands were in his pockets, but whose mind was evidently unsheathed. 理发师正在那生着一炉好火的店里为一个主顾刮胡子，他不时扭过头去瞧一下他的敌人，这个冷到哆嗦，两手插在口袋里，脑子里显然是在打坏主意的厚脸皮野孩子。 While Gavroche was scrutinizing the shop-window and the cakes of windsor soap, two children of unequal stature, very neatly dressed, and still smaller than himself, one apparently about seven years of age, the other five, timidly turned the handle and entered the shop, with a request for something or other, alms possibly, in a plaintive murmur which resembled a groan rather than a prayer. They both spoke at once, and their words were unintelligible because sobs broke the voice of the younger, and the teeth of the elder were chattering with cold. The barber wheeled round with a furious look, and without abandoning his razor, thrust back the elder with his left hand and the younger with his knee, and slammed his door, saying: "The idea of coming in and freezing everybody for nothing!" 正当伽弗洛什研究那新娘、那橱窗和那块温莎香皂时，忽然走来另外两个孩子，一高一矮，穿得相当整洁，比他个子还小，看来一个七岁，一个五岁，羞怯怯地转动门把手，走进那铺子，不知道是在请求什么，也许是在请求布施，低声下气，可怜巴巴的，好象是在哀告而不是请求。他们两个同时说话，话是听不清楚的，因为小的那个的话被抽泣的声音打断了，大的那个又冻到牙床发抖。理发师怒容满面地转过身来，手里捏着剃刀，左手推着大的，一个膝头推着小的，把他们俩一齐推到街上，关上大门，一面说道：“无缘无故走来害人家受冻！” The two children resumed their march in tears. In the meantime,a cloud had risen; it had begun to rain. 那两个孩子，一面往前走，一面哭。同时，天上飘来一片乌云，开始下雨了。 Little Gavroche ran after them and accosted them:-- 小伽弗洛什从他们后面赶上去，对他们说： 
“你们怎么了，小鬼？” "We don't know where we are to sleep," replied the elder. "Is that all?" said Gavroche. "A great matter, truly. The idea of bawling about that. They must be greenies!" “我们不知道到哪里去睡觉。”大的那个回答说。‘就为了这？”伽弗洛什说。“可了不得。这也值得哭吗？真是两个傻瓜蛋！” And adopting, in addition to his superiority, which was rather bantering, an accent of tender authority and gentle patronage:-- 接着，他又以略带讥笑意味的老大哥派头，怜惜的命令语气和温和的爱护声音说道 "Come along with me, young 'uns!" “伢子们，跟我来。 "Yes, sir," said the elder. “是，先生。”大的那个说。 
两个孩子便跟着他走，象跟了个大主教似的。他们已经不哭了。 Gavroche led them up the Rue Saint-Antoine in the direction of the Bastille. 伽弗洛什领着他们朝巴士底广场的方向走上了圣安东尼街。 As Gavroche walked along, he cast an indignant backward glance at the barber's shop. 伽弗洛什一面走，一面向后转过头去对着理发师的铺子狠狠地望了一眼。 "That fellow has no heart, the whiting,"[35] he muttered. "He's an Englishman." “这家伙太没有心肠，老白鱼，”他嘟囔着，“这是个英国佬。” A woman who caught sight of these three marching in a file, with Gavroche at their head, burst into noisy laughter. This laugh was wanting in respect towards the group. 一个姑娘看见他们三个一串儿地往前走，伽弗洛什领头，她放声大笑起来。这种笑声对那一伙失了敬意。 
“您好，公共车①小姐。”伽弗洛什对她说。 ①公共车，有属于众人的意思。 An instant later, the wig-maker occurred to his mind once more, and he added:-- 过了一阵，他又想起那理发师，他说： "I am making a mistake in the beast; he's not a whiting, he's a serpent. Barber, I'll go and fetch a locksmith, and I'll have a bell hung to your tail." “我把那畜生叫错了，他不是白鱼②，是条蛇。理发师傅，我要去找一个铜匠师傅，装个响铃在你的尾巴上。” ②古代欧洲的男人留长头发，有钱人还在头发里撒上白粉，认为美观。理发师都这样修饰自己的头发，因此人们戏称理发师为白鱼。 
那理发师使他冒火。他在跨过水沟时遇见一个看门婆，她嘴上有胡须，手里拿着扫帚，那模样，够得上到勃罗肯山①去找浮士德。 ①勃罗肯山（Brocken），在德国，相传是巫女和魔鬼幽会的地方。歌德的《浮士德》中对此有描写。 "Madam," said he, "so you are going out with your horse?" “大婶，”他对她说，“您骑着马儿上街来了？” And thereupon, he spattered the polished boots of a pedestrian. 正说到这里，他又一脚把污水溅在一个过路人的漆皮靴子上。 "You scamp!" shouted the furious pedestrian. Gavroche elevated his nose above his shawl. “小坏蛋！”那过路人怒气冲冲地嚷了起来。 
“先生要告状吗？” "Of you!" ejaculated the man. “告你！”那过路人说。 "The office is closed," said Gavroche, "I do not receive any more complaints." “办公时间过了，”伽弗洛什说，“我不受理起诉状了。” In the meanwhile, as he went on up the street, he perceived a beggar-girl, thirteen or fourteen years old, and clad in so short a gown that her knees were visible, lying thoroughly chilled under a porte-cochere. The little girl was getting to be too old for such a thing. Growth does play these tricks. The petticoat becomes short at the moment when nudity becomes indecent. 可是，在顺着那条街继续往上去的时候，他看见一个十三、四岁的女叫化子，待在一扇大门下冷得发抖，她身上的衣服已短到连膝头也露在外面。那女孩已经太大，不能这样了。年龄的增长常和我们开这种玩笑。恰恰是在赤脚露腿有碍观瞻的时候裙子变短了。 "Poor girl!" said Gavroche. "She hasn't even trousers. Hold on, take this." “可怜的姑娘！”伽弗洛什说，“连裤衩也没有一条。接住，把这拿去吧。” 
他一面说，一面把那条暖暖的围在他颈子上的羊毛围巾解下来，披在那女叫化子的冻紫了的瘦肩头上，这样，围巾又成了披肩。 The child stared at him in astonishment, and received the shawl in silence. When a certain stage of distress has been reached in his misery, the poor man no longer groans over evil, no longer returns thanks for good. 女孩呆瞪瞪地望着他，一声不响，接受了那条披肩。人穷到了某种程度时往往心志沉迷，受苦而不再呻吟，受惠也不再道谢。 That done: "Brrr!" said Gavroche, who was shivering more than Saint Martin, for the latter retained one-half of his cloak. 这之后：“噗……！”伽弗洛什说，他抖得比圣马丁①更凶，圣马丁至少还留下了他那大氅的一半。 ①相传圣马丁曾以身上的半件衣服让给一个穷人。 At this brrr! The downpour of rain, redoubled in its spite, became furious. The wicked skies punish good deeds. 他这一噗……那阵大雨，再接再厉，狂倾猛泄下来了。真是恶天不佑善行。 
“岂有此理，”伽弗洛什喊着说，“这是什么意思？它又下起来了！慈悲的天主，要是你再下，我便只好退票了。” And he set out on the march once more. 他再往前走。 "It's all right," he resumed, casting a glance at the beggar-girl, as she coiled up under the shawl, "she's got a famous peel." “没有关系，”他一面说，一面对那蜷缩在披肩下的女叫化子望了一眼，“她这一身羽毛还不坏。” And looking up at the clouds he exclaimed:-- 他望了望头上的乌云，喊道： "Caught!" “着了！” 
那两个孩子照着他的脚步紧跟在后面。 As they were passing one of these heavy grated lattices, which indicate a baker's shop, for bread is put behind bars like gold, Gavroche turned round:-- 他们走过一处有那种厚铁丝网遮护着的橱窗，一望便知道是一家面包铺，因为面包和金子一样，是放在铁栅栏后面的，伽弗洛什转过身来问道： "Ah, by the way, brats, have we dined?" “我说，伢子们，我们吃了晚饭没有呀？” "Monsieur," replied the elder, "we have had nothing to eat since this morning." “先生，”大的那个回答说，“我们从今天早上起还没有吃过东西。” "So you have neither father nor mother?" resumed Gavroche majestically. “难道你们没有父亲，也没有母亲吗？”伽弗洛什一本正经地问。 
“请不要乱说，先生，我们有爸爸妈妈，但是我们不知道他们在什么地方。” "Sometimes that's better than knowing where they are," said Gavroche, who was a thinker. “有时，知道还不如不知道的好。”伽弗洛什意味深长地说。 "We have been wandering about these two hours," continued the elder, "we have hunted for things at the corners of the streets, but we have found nothing." “我们已经走了两个钟头，”大的那个继续说，“我们在好些墙角旮旯里找过，想找点东西，可什么也没有。” "I know," ejaculated Gavroche, "it's the dogs who eat everything." “我知道，”伽弗洛什说，“狗把所有的东西全吃了。” He went on, after a pause:-- 沉默了一阵，他接着又说： 
“啊！我们丢了我们的作者。我们不知道是怎么搞的。不应当这样，孩子们。把老一辈弄丢了，真是傻。可了不得！我们总得找点吃的。” However, he asked them no questions. What was more simple than that they should have no dwelling place! 此外他并不向他们问底细。没有住处，还有什么比这更简单的呢？ The elder of the two children, who had almost entirely recovered the prompt heedlessness of childhood, uttered this exclamation:-- 两个孩子里大的那个，几乎一下子便完全回到童年时代那种无忧无虑的状态里，他大声说道： "It's queer, all the same. Mamma told us that she would take us to get a blessed spray on Palm Sunday." “想想真是滑稽。妈妈还说过，到了树枝礼拜日那天，还要带我们去找些祝福过的黄杨枝呢。” "Bosh," said Gavroche. “唔。”伽弗洛什回答说。 
“妈妈，”大的那个又说，“是个和密斯姑娘同住的夫人。” "Tanflute!" retorted Gavroche. “了不起。”伽弗洛什说。 Meanwhile he had halted, and for the last two minutes he had been feeling and fumbling in all sorts of nooks which his rags contained. 他没有再说下去，他在他那身破烂衣服的各式各样的角落里摸摸找找已经有好一阵了。 At last he tossed his head with an air intended to be merely satisfied, but which was triumphant, in reality. 最后他终于仰起了头，他那神气，原只想表示满意，而他实际表现的却是极大的兴奋。 "Let us be calm, young 'uns. Here's supper for three." “不用愁了，伢子们。瞧这已经够我们三个人吃一顿晚饭的了。” 
同时他从身上的一个衣袋里摸出了一个苏来。 Without allowing the two urchins time for amazement, he pushed both of them before him into the baker's shop, and flung his sou on the counter, crying:-- 那两个孩子还没有来得及表示高兴，他便已推着他们，自己走在他们的背后，把他们一齐推进了面包铺，把手里的那个苏放在柜台上，喊道： "Boy! Five centimes' worth of bread." “伙计！五生丁的面包。” The baker, who was the proprietor in person, took up a loaf and a knife. 那卖面包的便是店主人，他拿起了一个面包和一把刀。 "In three pieces, my boy!" went on Gavroche. “切作三块，伙计！”伽弗洛什又说。 
他还煞有介事地补上一句： "There are three of us." “我们一共是三个人。” And seeing that the baker, after scrutinizing the three customers, had taken down a black loaf, he thrust his finger far up his nose with an inhalation as imperious as though he had had a pinch of the great Frederick's snuff on the tip of his thumb, and hurled this indignant apostrophe full in the baker's face:-- 他看见面包师傅在研究了这三位晚餐客人以后，拿起一个黑面包，他便立即把一个指头深深地塞在自己的鼻孔里，猛吸一口气，仿佛他那大拇指头上捏了一撮弗雷德里克大帝的鼻烟，正对着那面包师傅的脸，粗声大气地冲他说了这么一句： "Keksekca?" “Keksekca？” Those of our readers who might be tempted to espy in this interpellation of Gavroche's to the baker a Russian or a Polish word, or one of those savage cries which the Yoways and the Botocudos hurl at each other from bank to bank of a river, athwart the solitudes, are warned that it is a word which they [our readers] utter every day, and which takes the place of the phrase: "Qu'est-ce que c'est que cela?" The baker understood perfectly, and replied:-- 在我们的读者中，如果有人以为伽弗洛什对面包师傅说的这句话是俄语或波兰语，或是约维斯人和波托古多斯人对着寥寂的江面隔岸相呼的蛮语，我们便应当指出，这不过是他们（我们的读者）每天都在说的一句话，它是quAestBcequecAestquecela？①的一种说法而已。那面包师傅完全听懂了，他回答说： "Well! It's bread, and very good bread of the second quality." “怎么！这是面包，极好的二级面包呀。” "You mean larton brutal [black bread]!" retorted Gavroche, calmly and coldly disdainful. "White bread, boy! White bread [larton savonne]! I'm standing treat." “您是说黑炭团吧，”伽弗洛什冷静而傲慢地反驳说，“要白面包，伙计！肥皂洗过的面包！我要请客。” The baker could not repress a smile, and as he cut the white bread he surveyed them in a compassionate way which shocked Gavroche. 面包师傅不禁莞尔微笑，他一面拿起一块白面包来切，一面带着怜悯的神情望着他们，这又触犯了伽弗洛什。他说： "Come, now, baker's boy!" said he, "what are you taking our measure like that for?" “怎么了，面包师傅！您干吗要这样丈量我们啊？” 
其实他们三个连接起来也还不够一脱阿斯。 When the bread was cut, the baker threw the sou into his drawer, and Gavroche said to the two children:-- 当面包已经切好，面包师也收下了那个苏，伽弗洛什便对那两个孩子说： "Grub away." “捅吧。” The little boys stared at him in surprise. 那两个小男孩直望着他发楞。 Gavroche began to laugh. 伽弗洛什笑了出来： 
“啊！对，不错，小毛头还听不懂，还太小！” And he repeated:-- 他便改口说： "Eat away." “吃吧。” At the same time, he held out a piece of bread to each of them. 同时他递给他们每人一块面包。 And thinking that the elder, who seemed to him the more worthy of his conversation, deserved some special encouragement and ought to be relieved from all hesitation to satisfy his appetite, he added, as be handed him the largest share:-- 他又想到大的那个似乎更有资格作为他交谈的对象，也应当受到一点特殊的鼓励，使他解除一切顾虑来满足他的食欲，他便拣了最大的一块，递给他，并说道： 
“把这拿去塞在你的炮筒里。” One piece was smaller than the others; he kept this for himself. 他把三块中最小的一块留给了自己。 The poor children, including Gavroche, were famished. As they tore their bread apart in big mouthfuls, they blocked up the shop of the baker, who, now that they had paid their money, looked angrily at them. 这几个可怜的孩子，包括伽弗洛什在内，确是饿惨了。他们大口咬着面包往下咽，现在钱已收过了，面包师傅见他们仍挤在他的铺子里，便显得有些不耐烦。 "Let's go into the street again," said Gavroche. “我们回到街上去吧。”伽弗洛什说。 They set off once more in the direction of the Bastille. 他们再朝着巴士底广场那个方向走去。 
他们每次打有灯光的店铺门前走过，小的那个总要停下来，把他那用一根绳子拴在颈子上的铅表拿起来看看钟点。 "Well, he is a very green 'un," said Gavroche. “真是个憨宝。”伽弗洛什说。 Then, becoming thoughtful, he muttered between his teeth:-- 说了过后，他又有所感叹似的，从牙缝里说： "All the same, if I had charge of the babes I'd lock 'em up better than that." “没有关系，要是我有孩子，我一定会拉扯得比这好一些。” Just as they were finishing their morsel of bread, and had reached the angle of that gloomy Rue des Ballets, at the other end of which the low and threatening wicket of La Force was visible:-- 他们已经吃完面包，走到了阴暗的芭蕾舞街的转角处，一望便可以看见位于街底的拉弗尔斯监狱的那个矮而森严的问讯窗口。 
“嗨，是你吗，伽弗洛什？”一个人说。 "Hullo, is that you, Montparnasse?" said Gavroche. “哟，是你，巴纳斯山？”伽弗洛什说。 A man had just accosted the street urchin, and the man was no other than Montparnasse in disguise, with blue spectacles, but recognizable to Gavroche. 这是刚碰到那野孩的人，不是别人而是已化了装的巴纳斯山，他戴着一副夹鼻蓝眼镜。伽弗洛什却仍能认出他来。 "The bow-wows!" went on Gavroche, "you've got a hide the color of a linseed plaster, and blue specs like a doctor. You're putting on style, 'pon my word!" “坏种！”伽弗洛什接着说，“你披一身麻子膏药颜色的皮，又象医生一样戴副蓝眼镜。你真神气，老实说！” "Hush!" ejaculated Montparnasse, "not so loud." “嘘，”巴纳斯山说，“声音轻点。” 
他急忙把伽弗洛什拖出店铺灯光所能照到的地方。 The two little ones followed mechanically, holding each other by the hand. 那两个小孩手牵着手，机械地跟了过去。 When they were ensconced under the arch of a portecochere, sheltered from the rain and from all eyes:-- 他们到了一道大车门的黑圆顶下面，一个人眼望不见，雨也打不着的地方。 "Do you know where I'm going?" demanded Montparnasse. “你知道我要去什么地方吗？”巴纳斯山问。 "To the Abbey of Ascend-with-Regret,"[36] replied Gavroche. “去悔不该来修道院。”①伽弗洛什说。 "Joker!" “烂你的舌头！” And Montparnasse went on:-- 巴纳斯山接着又说： "I'm going to find Babet." “我要去找巴伯。” "Ah!" exclaimed Gavroche, "so her name is Babet." “啊！”伽弗洛什说，“她叫巴伯。” 
巴纳斯山放低了声音。 "Not she, he." “不是她，是他。” "Ah! Babet." “啊，巴伯！” "Yes, Babet." “对，巴伯。” "I thought he was buckled." “他不是被扣起来了吗？” 
“他把扣子解了。”巴纳斯山回答说。 And he rapidly related to the gamin how, on the morning of that very day, Babet, having been transferred to La Conciergerie, had made his escape, by turning to the left instead of to the right in "the police office." 他又急急忙忙告诉那野孩子说，当天早晨，巴伯被押解到刑部监狱去时，走到“候审过道”里，他原应往右转，可是他来了个往左转，便溜走了。 Gavroche expressed his admiration for this skill. 伽弗洛什对这种机灵劲儿大为欣赏。 "What a dentist!" he cried. “这老油子！”他说。 Montparnasse added a few details as to Babet's flight, and ended with:-- 巴纳斯山把巴伯越狱的细情又补充说明了几句，最后，他说： 
“呵！事情还没有完呢。” Gavroche, as he listened, had seized a cane that Montparnasse held in his hand, and mechanically pulled at the upper part, and the blade of a dagger made its appearance. 伽弗洛什一面听他谈，一面把巴纳斯山手里的一根手杖取了来，他机械地把那手杖的上半段拔出来，一把尖刀的刀身便露出来了。他赶忙又推进去，说道： "Ah!" he exclaimed, pushing the dagger back in haste, "you have brought along your gendarme disguised as a bourgeois." Montparnasse winked. “啊！你还带了一名便衣队。”巴纳斯山眨了眨眼睛。 "The deuce!" resumed Gavroche, "so you're going to have a bout with the bobbies?" “冒失鬼！”伽弗洛什又说，“你还准备和活阎王拚命吗？” "You can't tell," replied Montparnasse with an indifferent air. "It's always a good thing to have a pin about one." “不知道，”巴纳斯山若无其事地回答说，“身上带根别针总是好的。” 
伽弗洛什追问一句 "What are you up to to-night?" “你今晚到底要干什么？” Again Montparnasse took a grave tone, and said, mouthing every syllable: "Things." 巴纳斯山又放低了声音，随意回答说：“有事。” And abruptly changing the conversation:-- 他陡然又改变话题，说： "By the way!" “我想到一件事！” 
“什么事？” "Something happened t'other day. Fancy. I meet a bourgeois. He makes me a present of a sermon and his purse. I put it in my pocket. A minute later, I feel in my pocket. There's nothing there." “前几天发生的一桩事。你想想。我遇见一个阔佬。他给了我一顿教训和一个钱包。我把它拿来放在口袋里。一分钟过后，我摸摸口袋，却什么也没有了。” "Except the sermon," said Gavroche. “只剩下那教训。”伽弗洛什说。 "But you," went on Montparnasse, "where are you bound for now?" “你呢？”巴纳斯山又说，“你现在去什么地方？” Gavroche pointed to his two proteges, and said:-- 伽弗洛什指着那两个受他保护的孩子说： 
“我带这两个孩子去睡觉。” "Whereabouts is the bed?" “睡觉，去什么地方睡觉？” "At my house." “我家里。” "Where's your house?" “什么地方，你家里？” "At my house." “我家里。” 
“你有住处吗？” "Yes, I have." “对，我有住处。” "And where is your lodging?" “你的住处在哪儿？” "In the elephant," said Gavroche. “象肚子里。” Montparnasse, though not naturally inclined to astonishment, could not restrain an exclamation. 巴纳斯山生来就不大惊小怪，这会却不免诧异起来： 
“象肚子里？” "Well, yes, in the elephant!" retorted Gavroche. "Kekcaa?" “一点没错，象肚子里！”伽弗洛什接着说。“Kekcaa？” This is another word of the language which no one writes, and which every one speaks. Kekcaa signifies: Quest que c'est que cela a? [What's the matter with that?] 这又是一句谁也不写但人人都说的话。它的意思是：quAestBcquecelaa？（这有什么？） The urchin's profound remark recalled Montparnasse to calmness and good sense. He appeared to return to better sentiments with regard to Gavroche's lodging. 野孩这一深邃的启发恢复了巴纳斯山的平静心情和健全的理智。他对伽弗洛什的住处似乎有了较好的感情。 "Of course," said he, "yes, the elephant. Is it comfortable there?" “可不是！”他说，“是啊，象肚子……住得还好吗？” 
“很好，”伽弗洛什说，“那儿，老实说，舒服透了。那里面，不象桥底下，没有穿堂风。” "How do you get in?" “你怎样进去呢？” "Oh, I get in." “就这么进去。” "So there is a hole?" demanded Montparnasse. “有一个洞吗？”巴纳斯山问。 "Parbleu! I should say so. But you mustn't tell. It's between the fore legs. The bobbies haven't seen it." “当然！但是，千万不能说出去。是在前面两条腿的中间。croqueurs①都没有看出来。 "And you climb up? Yes, I understand." “你得爬上去？当然，我懂得。” "A turn of the hand, cric, crac, and it's all over, no one there." “简单得很，嚓嚓两下便成了，影子也没有一个。” After a pause, Gavroche added:-- 停了一会，伽弗洛什接着又说： "I shall have a ladder for these children." “为了这两个娃子，我得找条梯子才行。” 
巴纳斯山笑了起来。 "Where the devil did you pick up those young 'uns?" “这两个小鬼，你是从什么鬼地方找来的？” Gavroche replied with great simplicity:-- 伽弗洛什简单地回答说： "They are some brats that a wig-maker made me a present of." “这两个小宝贝，是一个理发师好意送给我的。” Meanwhile, Montparnasse had fallen to thinking:-- 这时，巴纳斯山有所警惕。 
“刚才你一下便认出我来了。”他低声说。 He took from his pocket two small objects which were nothing more than two quills wrapped in cotton, and thrust one up each of his nostrils. This gave him a different nose. 他从衣袋里掏出两件小东西，两根裹了棉花的鹅翎管，在每个鼻孔里塞了一根。这样一来，他的鼻子便变了个样儿。 "That changes you," remarked Gavroche, "you are less homely so, you ought to keep them on all the time." “你变了个样儿了，”伽弗洛什说，“你丑得好一点了，你应当老装上这玩意儿才是。” Montparnasse was a handsome fellow, but Gavroche was a tease. 巴纳斯山原是个美男子，但是伽弗洛什爱耍贫嘴。 "Seriously," demanded Montparnasse, "how do you like me so?" “说正经的，”巴纳斯山问道，“你觉得我怎么样？” 
他说话的声音也完全不同了。一转眼，巴纳斯山已变成另一个人。 "Oh! Do play Porrichinelle for us!" exclaimed Gavroche. “呵！你演一段波里希内儿给我们瞧瞧。”伽弗洛什嚷着说。 The two children, who had not been listening up to this point, being occupied themselves in thrusting their fingers up their noses, drew near at this name, and stared at Montparnasse with dawning joy and admiration. 那两个孩子原来并没有注意他们的谈话，只一心一意在挖自己的鼻孔，听见提到波里希内儿这名字，便走拢来，开始露出欢乐和羡慕的样子。 Unfortunately, Montparnasse was troubled. 可惜巴纳斯山存了戒心。 He laid his hand on Gavroche's shoulder, and said to him, emphasizing his words: "Listen to what I tell you, boy! If I were on the square with my dog, my knife, and my wife, and if you were to squander ten sous on me, I wouldn't refuse to work, but this isn't Shrove Tuesday." “听我说，孩子，要是我在广场上带着我的夺格，我的达格和我的狄格，你尽管给我十个大个的苏，我也不会拒绝当场耍一套，但是我们不是在过狂欢节。” 
这句怪话对那野孩产生了一种奇特的效果。他连忙转过身去，睁着一双亮晶晶的小眼睛，聚精会神地向四面张望，发现一个警察的背影，立在相隔几步的地方。伽弗洛什说了声： "Well, good evening," said he, "I'm going off to my elephant with my brats. Supposing that you should need me some night, you can come and hunt me up there. I lodge on the entresol. There is no porter. You will inquire for Monsieur Gavroche." “啊，好！”立即又住了嘴，摇着巴纳斯山的手说：“好吧，再见，我要领着我的小乖乖去找我的大象了。万一哪个晚上你需要我，可以到那地方去找我。我住在楼上。没有门房。你找伽弗洛什先生就是了。” "Very good," said Montparnasse. “好的。”巴纳斯山说。 And they parted, Montparnasse betaking himself in the direction of the Greve, and Gavroche towards the Bastille. The little one of five, dragged along by his brother who was dragged by Gavroche, turned his head back several times to watch "Porrichinelle" as he went. 他们彼此分了手，巴纳斯山走向格雷沃，伽弗洛什走向巴士底广场。伽弗洛什拖着小哥，小哥拖着小弟，五岁的小弟几次回头向后望着越走越远的波里希内儿。 The ambiguous phrase by means of which Montparnasse had warned Gavroche of the presence of the policeman, contained no other talisman than the assonance dig repeated five or six times in different forms. This syllable, dig, uttered alone or artistically mingled with the words of a phrase, means: "Take care, we can no longer talk freely." There was besides, in Montparnasse's sentence, a literary beauty which was lost upon Gavroche, that is mon dogue, ma dague et ma digue, a slang expression of the Temple, which signifies my dog, my knife,and my wife, greatly in vogue among clowns and the red-tails in the great century when Moliere wrote and Callot drew. 巴纳斯山在发现警察时，用来通知伽弗洛什的那句黑话，并没有什么巧妙之处，只不过把“狄格”这两个音，用了多种不同的方式，重复五六遍罢了。“狄格”这个音节，不是孤立地说出的，而是经过艺术加工，嵌在一个句子里面的，它的意思是：“小心，不能随便说话。”并且，巴纳斯山的这句话，具有一种文学美，伽弗洛什却没有领会到，“我的夺格，我的达格和我的狄格”，这是大庙一带的黑话，词义是“我的狗，我的刀和我的女人”，这是在莫里哀写作和卡洛①绘画的那个大世纪里的一般小丑和红尾所习用的。 Twenty years ago, there was still to be seen in the southwest corner of the Place de la Bastille, near the basin of the canal, excavated in the ancient ditch of the fortress-prison, a singular monument, which has already been effaced from the memories of Parisians, and which deserved to leave some trace, for it was the idea of a "member of the Institute, the General-in-chief of the army of Egypt." 在巴士底广场的东南角，在运河旁古寨监狱下水道开浚出来的那个船坞附近，曾有过一座怪模怪样的建筑物，那是人们在二十年前还能随时见到的，现在已从巴黎人的记忆中消失了，但还值得为它留下一点痕迹，因为那东西出自“科学院院士，埃及远征军总司令”的想象。 We say monument, although it was only a rough model. But this model itself, a marvellous sketch, the grandiose skeleton of an idea of Napoleon's, which successive gusts of wind have carried away and thrown, on each occasion, still further from us, had become historical and had acquired a certain definiteness which contrasted with its provisional aspect.It was an elephant forty feet high, constructed of timber and masonry, bearing on its back a tower which resembled a house, formerly painted green by some dauber, and now painted black by heaven, the wind, and time. In this deserted and unprotected corner of the place, the broad brow of the colossus, his trunk, his tusks, his tower, his enormous crupper, his four feet, like columns produced, at night, under the starry heavens, a surprising and terrible form. It was a sort of symbol of popular force. It was sombre, mysterious, and immense. It was some mighty, visible phantom, one knew not what, standing erect beside the invisible spectre of the Bastille. 那虽只是一个小模型，我们仍称它为建筑物。因为这小模型本身便是一种庞然大物，是拿破仑某个意念的雄伟尸体，接二连三的阵阵狂风已把它吹得离我们一次比一次更远，变成了历史上的残迹，但反使它那临时性的形体具有一种说不出的永久性。那是一头四丈高的大象，内有木架，外有涂饰，背上驮一个塔，象座房子，当初由某个泥水匠涂成绿色，现在则由天时雨露使它变黑了。在那广场的凄凉空旷的角上，这一巨兽的宽额、长鼻、大牙、坐塔、壮阔的臀部、四条庭柱似的腿，夜里星光点点的天空便衬托出一幅异样骇人的剪影。人们不知道那是什么意思。那是人民力量的象征。深沉，神秘，宏壮。这不知是种什么样的有形有体的大力神立在巴士底广场上那无形无影的幽灵旁。 Few strangers visited this edifice, no passer-by looked at it. It was falling into ruins; every season the plaster which detached itself from its sides formed hideous wounds upon it. "The aediles," as the expression ran in elegant dialect, had forgotten it ever since 1814. There it stood in its corner, melancholy, sick, crumbling, surrounded by a rotten palisade, soiled continually by drunken coachmen; cracks meandered athwart its belly, a lath projected from its tail, tall grass flourished between its legs; and, as the level of the place had been rising all around it for a space of thirty years, by that slow and continuous movement which insensibly elevates the soil of large towns, it stood in a hollow, and it looked as though the ground were giving way beneath it. It was unclean, despised, repulsive, and superb, ugly in the eyes of the bourgeois, melancholy in the eyes of the thinker. There was something about it of the dirt which is on the point of being swept out, and something of the majesty which is on the point of being decapitated. As we have said, at night, its aspect changed. Night is the real element of everything that is dark. As soon as twilight descended, the old elephant became transfigured; he assumed a tranquil and redoubtable appearance in the formidable serenity of the shadows. Being of the past, he belonged to night; and obscurity was in keeping with his grandeur. 外来的人很少参观这一建筑，过路的人更不会去望它一眼。它已渐渐圮毁，每季都有泥灰从它的腰腹剥落下来，使它伤痕累累，丑恶不堪。从一八一四年以来，在一般斯文人的谈吐中所谓的“市容检查大员”早已把它丢在脑后了。它待在它的旮旯里，一脸愁容病态，沉沉欲倒，被圈在一道朽木栅栏里，随时都受到一些酗酒的车夫们的糟蹋，肚皮龟裂，尾巴上露出一根木条，腿间长满茅草，并且由于这广场的地面，三十年来，在它周围不断升高棗大城市的地面都是在不知不觉中慢慢不断上升的棗它便陷在一块凹地里，仿佛土在它的下面往下沉似的。它是污秽，是被人轻视，使人厌恶而又庄严灿烂的，在财主们的眼里显得丑陋，在深思者的眼里却显得悒郁。它好象是一堆即将被清除的秽物，又好象是一个即将被斩首的君王。我们先前已经说过，到了夜里，景色便有所不同。每到日暮黄昏时分，那头老象便另有一种神韵，它在那悄冥使人悸栗的夜色中变得肃静威猛了。它是属于过去的，因此它属于黑夜，而沉沉黑夜和它的庄严气象又正相宜。 This rough, squat, heavy, hard, austere, almost misshapen, but assuredly majestic monument, stamped with a sort of magnificent and savage gravity, has disappeared, and left to reign in peace, a sort of gigantic stove, ornamented with its pipe, which has replaced the sombre fortress with its nine towers, very much as the bourgeoisie replaces the feudal classes. It is quite natural that a stove should be the symbol of an epoch in which a pot contains power. This epoch will pass away, people have already begun to understand that, if there can be force in a boiler, there can be no force except in the brain; in other words, that which leads and drags on the world, is not locomotives, but ideas. Harness locomotives to ideas,-- that is well done; but do not mistake the horse for the rider. 这建筑物，粗糙、矮壮、笨拙、枯索、矜庄，几乎不成形，但肯定庄严有威，具有一种美妙的肃穆气息和野趣，现在它已不存在了，已让位给一座带个烟囱的特大火炉，让它昂然稳坐在那座黑不溜秋的九塔堡垒的旧址上，几乎象资产阶级取代封建制。用一只火炉来象征一个锅的力量的时代，那是极自然的。这个时代必将过去，它已经在过去，人们已经开始懂得，如果锅炉里能产出能量，也只是因为头脑里能产出力量，换句话说，引导人类前进的不是火车头，而是思想。把火车头挂在思想后面，那是对的，但是请不要把坐骑当作骑士。 
不论怎样，为了回到巴士底广场，用泥灰造这大象的建造人表达了伟大的事物，用紫铜造那火炉烟囱的建造人的表现却是渺小的。 This stove-pipe, which has been baptized by a sonorous name, and called the column of July, this monument of a revolution that miscarried, was still enveloped in 1832, in an immense shirt of woodwork, which we regret, for our part, and by a vast plank enclosure, which completed the task of isolating the elephant. 这个获得了一个响亮的名称，被命名为七月纪念碑①的火炉烟囱是一次流产了的革命的不成器的标志，直到一八三二年棗至今仍使我们感到惋惜棗，还被罩在一层无比高大的脚手架里，并被一大圈木板栅栏环绕着，把那大象完全孤立起来了。 ①路易－菲力浦的政府为了纪念七月革命，在巴士底广场上建立了一座高五十米的紫铜纪念碑，方形底座上安一根圆柱，柱上立一个自由神像。 It was towards this corner of the place, dimly lighted by the reflection of a distant street lamp, that the gamin guided his two "brats." 野孩领着两个“伢子”所要去的地方，正是那广场的这只被远处一盏回光灯微微照着的角上。 The reader must permit us to interrupt ourselves here and to remind him that we are dealing with simple reality, and that twenty years ago, the tribunals were called upon to judge, under the charge of vagabondage, and mutilation of a public monument, a child who had been caught asleep in this very elephant of the Bastille. This fact noted, we proceed. 请读者允许我们在此地离开一下正题，并追述一件简单的事实：轻罪法庭在二十年前曾根据禁止流浪及损坏公共建筑的禁令，判处一个擅自在巴士底广场的大象里住宿的孩子。这事交代以后，我们接着往下谈 
到了那庞然大物附近，伽弗洛什意识到无限大能对无限小所起的作用，他说道： "Don't be scared, infants." “伢子！你们不用害怕。” Then he entered through a gap in the fence into the elephant's enclosure and helped the young ones to clamber through the breach. The two children, somewhat frightened, followed Gavroche without uttering a word, and confided themselves to this little Providence in rags which had given them bread and had promised them a shelter. 随后，他打木栅栏的一个缺口钻进了围住大象的圈子里，并帮助两个孩子跨过缝隙。那两个孩子有些胆怯，一声不响地跟着伽弗洛什，把自己托付给这位曾分给他们面包，许给他们住处，穿一身破烂的小救主。 There, extended along the fence,lay a ladder which by day served the laborers in the neighboring timber-yard. Gavroche raised it with remarkable vigor, and placed it against one of the elephant's forelegs. Near the point where the ladder ended, a sort of black hole in the belly of the colossus could be distinguished. 有一条梯子顺着木栅栏倒在地上，那是附近一个工地的工人们在白天使用的。伽弗洛什以少见的体的闲情。 He clasped the rough leg of the elephant, and in a twinkling, without deigning to make use of the ladder, he had reached the aperture. He entered it as an adder slips through a crevice, and disappeared within, and an instant later, the two children saw his head, which looked pale, appear vaguely, on the edge of the shadowy hole, like a wan and whitish spectre. 三根相当长的木条，稳稳地插在地上的灰碴里，就是说，插在象肚皮上的灰苍0& 帏去，象条钻缝的蛇似的，一下便滑到里面去了，一会儿之后，两个孩子又隐隐望见他的头，象个苍白模糊的什么东西，出现在那黑咕隆咚的洞口。 
“好吧，”他喊道，“上来吧，小鬼！上来瞧瞧，这儿多舒服！”他又对着大的那个说，“上来，你。我把手伸给你。” The little fellows nudged each other, the gamin frightened and inspired them with confidence at one and the same time, and then, it was raining very hard. The elder one undertook the risk. The younger, on seeing his brother climbing up, and himself left alone between the paws of this huge beast, felt greatly inclined to cry, but he did not dare. 两个小孩用肩头互相推着，那野孩一面吓唬他们，一面又鼓励他们，并且雨也确实下大了。大的那个决计冒一下险。小的那个，望着他的哥往上爬，自己独自一人留在巨兽的两条腿中间，几乎要哭出来，却又不敢。 The elder lad climbed, with uncertain steps, up the rungs of the ladder; Gavroche, in the meanwhile, encouraging him with exclamations like a fencing-master to his pupils, or a muleteer to his mules. 大的那个顺着梯子的横条，摇摇晃晃地往上攀登，伽弗洛什一路鼓励他，不断地嚷，象武术教师教徒弟或是骡夫赶骡子那样： "Don't be afraid!--That's it!--Come on!--Put your feet there!-- Give us your hand here!--Boldly!" “不要怕！”“对头！”“照样来！”“脚踩在这儿！”“手抓住！”“大胆！” And when the child was within reach, he seized him suddenly and vigorously by the arm, and pulled him towards him. 等孩子到了近处，他狠狠一把抓住他的胳臂，猛力向自己身边一拖。 
“成啦！”他说。 The brat had passed through the crack. 那小把戏已经越过了裂缝。 "Now," said Gavroche, "wait for me. Be so good as to take a seat, Monsieur." “现在，”伽弗洛什说，“等等我。先生，请里面坐一会儿。” And making his way out of the hole as he had entered it, he slipped down the elephant's leg with the agility of a monkey, landed on his feet in the grass, grasped the child of five round the body, and planted him fairly in the middle of the ladder, then he began to climb up behind him, shouting to the elder:-- 他象先头钻进裂缝那样，又从裂缝里钻出来，以猕猴的轻捷劲儿，顺着象腿滑下，直立在草地上，把那五岁的孩子拦腰一把抱起来，送他立在梯子的中段，自己跟着爬到他的后面，对大的那个喊道： "I'm going to boost him, do you tug." “我来推他，你来拉他。” 
一转眼，他们把那小的朝着洞口又送，又推，又拖，又拉，又捅，又塞，他还来不及弄清楚是怎么回事，伽弗洛什已经跟在他后面钻了进去，顺脚把梯子踢倒在草地上，连连拍手，嚷着说： "Here we are! Long live General Lafayette!" “我们到了！拉斐德将军万岁！” This explosion over, he added:-- 欢呼过后，他又说： "Now, young 'uns, you are in my house." “小兄弟，你们来到我的家里了。” Gavroche was at home, in fact. 伽弗洛什也确有四处为家的快感。 
呵，废物的意外用途！伟大事物的援手！巨人的仁慈！这座大而无当的建筑物原是因皇上的一念而产生的，现在却成了一个野孩的藏身处。小不点儿受到了庞然大物的接待和庇护。穿着节日盛装的阔佬们，从巴士底广场走过时，睁着一双凸出的眼睛，带着轻蔑的神情，打量那头大象，随口说道：“这东西究竟有什么用处？”这东西的用处是使一个无父、无母、无食、无衣、无家的小人儿免受冷气、寒风、霜、雹、雨的侵袭，不因睡在污泥地上而发烧，不因睡在雪地里而死去。这东西的用处是收容社会所抛弃的无罪的人。这东西的用处是减轻公众的罪恶。这是为每户人家都闭门不纳的那个人敞开着的窝巢。这头老象，穷愁潦倒，被虫豸所侵蚀，被人们遗忘、抛弃、废绝，它遍身疮、痣、黑霉、虫伤，象个立在十字路口向人求怜的彪形乞丐，它仿佛对这个穷小子，这个脚上没鞋，头上无遮，呵着一双冻手，吃着残汤剩饭的小叫化子起了怜悯心。这便是巴士底广场上那头大象的用处。拿破仑的这一设想，虽被人们所鄙弃，却被上帝采纳了。原来只想成为堂皇富丽的东西，结果却变成使人肃然起敬的了。为了实现皇上的意图，原来非使用紫石英、青铜、铁、金、云石不可，而对上帝，却只要几块旧木板、几根椽条、一点石灰便够了。他原想用这头无比壮大、威猛非凡、高仰着鼻子、驮着宝座、四周喷射着欢腾飞溅的清泉的巨象来象征人民的力量，上帝却用它来完成一件更伟大的事业，庇护一个小孩。 The hole through which Gavroche had entered was a breach which was hardly visible from the outside, being concealed, as we have stated, beneath the elephant's belly, and so narrow that it was only cats and homeless children who could pass through it. 让伽弗洛什钻进去的那个洞，我们已经说过，是隐在象肚子下面的一条裂口里，从外面看去，几乎是看不见的，极窄的一线缝，也只有猫儿和小孩能勉强通过。 "Let's begin," said Gavroche, "by telling the porter that we are not at home." “第一件事，”伽弗洛什说，“便是要叮嘱门房，说我们不在家。” And plunging into the darkness with the assurance of a person who is well acquainted with his apartments, he took a plank and stopped up the aperture. 他好象一个对自己家里的事物很熟悉的人，以熟练的动作，摸黑进去，取出一块木板，堵住了洞口。 Again Gavroche plunged into the obscurity. The children heard the crackling of the match thrust into the phosphoric bottle. The chemical match was not yet in existence; at that epoch the Fumade steel represented progress. 伽弗洛什又回到黑处。两个孩子听到火柴在磷瓶里嗤响的声音。当时还没有化学火柴，代表那个时代的进步的是菲玛德打火机。 
突然出现的光明使他们睁不开眼；伽弗洛什已经燃起一根那种浸过松脂、叫做地窖老鼠的绳子。地窖老鼠烟多而光小，使象肚子的内部隐约可见。 Gavroche's two guests glanced about them, and the sensation which they experienced was something like that which one would feel if shut up in the great tun of Heidelberg, or, better still, like what Jonah must have felt in the biblical belly of the whale. An entire and gigantic skeleton appeared enveloping them. Above, a long brown beam, whence started at regular distances, massive, arching ribs, represented the vertebral column with its sides, stalactites of plaster depended from them like entrails, and vast spiders' webs stretching from side to side, formed dirty diaphragms. Here and there, in the corners, were visible large blackish spots which had the appearance of being alive, and which changed places rapidly with an abrupt and frightened movement. 伽弗洛什的两位客人向他们的四周望去，他们的感受有如一个关在海德堡大酒桶里的人，或者，说得更正确一点，有如圣书所说，被吞没在鲸鱼肚里的约拿。一整套特高特大的骨架出现在他们眼前，把他们包围起来。上面，有一长条褐色的大梁，每隔一定距离，便有两根弓形的粗横木条依附在大梁上，这样便构成了脊梁和肋骨，钟乳石似的石膏，象脏腑似的悬在那上面，左右肋骨之间张挂着大蜘蛛网，形成了满布灰尘的横膈膜。他们看见在那些拐角里，这儿那儿，都有一些大黑点，仿佛是活的，以急促惊慌的动作窜来窜去。 Fragments which had fallen from the elephant's back into his belly had filled up the cavity, so that it was possible to walk upon it as on a floor. 从象背上落到它肚子上的灰碴已把凹面填平了，因此他们能象在地板上似的走动。 The smaller child nestled up against his brother, and whispered to him:-- 最小的那个紧靠着他的哥，低声说道： "It's black." “黑洞洞的。” 
这话教伽弗洛什生气了。那两个孩子的颓丧神情得受点震动才成。 "What's that you are gabbling about there?" he exclaimed. "Are you scoffing at me? Are you turning up your noses? Do you want the tuileries? Are you brutes? Come, say! I warn you that I don't belong to the regiment of simpletons. Ah, come now, are you brats from the Pope's establishment?" 你们在胡说什么？”他叹道，“想开开玩笑？摆摆架子？非得住杜伊勒里宫不成？难道你们真是两个笨货？你们说吧。告诉你们，我不是傻瓜队伍里的人。难道你们是教皇副官的孩子？” A little roughness is good in cases of fear. It is reassuring. The two children drew close to Gavroche. 惊慌中来一点粗暴是有好处的。它能起安抚作用。两个孩子全向伽弗洛什靠拢了。 Gavroche, paternally touched by this confidence, passed from grave to gentle, and addressing the smaller:-- 伽弗洛什见到这种信赖，他的心软得和慈父一样，他由刚转柔，对那小的说： "Stupid," said he, accenting the insulting word, with a caressing intonation, "it's outside that it is black. Outside it's raining, here it does not rain; outside it's cold, here there's not an atom of wind; outside there are heaps of people, here there's no one; outside there ain't even the moon, here there's my candle, confound it!" “笨蛋，”他带着抚慰的口吻说着这种冲犯的话，“外面才是黑洞洞的呢。外面下雨，这儿没有雨；外面刮风，这儿一丝风也没有；外面尽是人，这儿没有一个外人；外面连月亮也没有，这儿有我的蜡烛，你说对吗？” 
两个孩子望着那间公寓，已开始不怎么怕了，但是伽弗洛什不让他们有瞻望的闲情。 "Quick," said he. “快。”他说。 And he pushed them towards what we are very glad to be able to call the end of the room. 同时他把他们推向那个我们非常乐意称为卧室底里的地方。 There stood his bed. 那是他放床的地方。 Gavroche's bed was complete; that is to say, it had a mattress, a blanket, and an alcove with curtains. 伽弗洛什的床是万事俱备的。就是说，有褥子，有被，还有一间带帷幔的壁厢。 
褥子是一条草荐，被是一条相当宽大的灰色粗羊毛毯，很暖，也相当新。那间壁厢是这样的： Three rather long poles, thrust into and consolidated, with the rubbish which formed the floor, that is to say, the belly of the elephant, two in front and one behind, and united by a rope at their summits, so as to form a pyramidal bundle. This cluster supported a trellis-work of brass wire which was simply placed upon it, but artistically applied, and held by fastenings of iron wire, so that it enveloped all three holes. A row of very heavy stones kept this network down to the floor so that nothing could pass under it. This grating was nothing else than a piece of the brass screens with which aviaries are covered in menageries. Gavroche's bed stood as in a cage, behind this net. The whole resembled an Esquimaux tent. 三根相当长的木条，稳稳地插在地上的灰碴里，就是说，插在象肚皮上的灰碴里，两根在前，一根在后，顶端由一根绳子拴在一起，构成一个尖塔形的架子。架子顶着一幅铜丝纱，纱是随便罩在那架子头上的，但是以很高的手艺用铁丝扣好了的，因而把那三根木条完全罩起来了。地上还有一圈大石块，团团压住纱罩的边，不让任何东西钻到纱罩里去。这个纱罩只不过是块动物园里供蒙鸟笼用的铜纱。伽弗洛什的床便好象是安在鸟笼里似的，放在这纱罩下。整个结构象一个爱斯基摩人的帐篷。 This trellis-work took the place of curtains. 所谓帷幔便是这纱罩了。 Gavroche moved aside the stones which fastened the net down in front, and the two folds of the net which lapped over each other fell apart. 伽弗洛什把那几块压在纱罩前面的石块移了移，两片重叠着的纱边便张开了。 "Down on all fours, brats!" said Gavroche. “小家伙，快爬进去！”伽弗洛什说。 
他仔仔细细把他的两位客人送进笼子以后，自己也跟在后面爬了进去，再把那些石块移拢，严密合上帐门。他们三人一同躺在那草荐上。他们尽管都还小，却谁也不能在壁厢里立起来。伽弗洛什的手里始终捏着那根地窖老鼠。 "Now," said he, "go to sleep! I'm going to suppress the candelabra." “现在，”他说，“睡吧！我要熄灯了。” "Monsieur," the elder of the brothers asked Gavroche, pointing to the netting, "what's that for?" “先生，”大哥指着铜丝纱罩问伽弗洛什，“这是什么东西？” "That," answered Gavroche gravely, "is for the rats. Go to sleep!" “这，”伽弗洛什严肃地说，“这是防耗子的。睡吧！” Nevertheless, he felt obliged to add a few words of instruction for the benefit of these young creatures, and he continued:-- 可是他感到应当多说几句，来教育一下这两个嫩小子，他又说道： 
“这些都是植物园里的东西，是野兽用的东西。整个库房全是这些玩意儿。你只要翻过一堵墙，跳一扇窗子，爬进一道门，要多少有多少。” As he spoke, he wrapped the younger one up bodily in a fold of the blanket, and the little one murmured:-- 他一面说着，一面把一边毯子裹住那小的，只听见他嘟囔着： "Oh! how good that is! It's warm!" “呵！这真好！真暖！” Gavroche cast a pleased eye on the blanket. 伽弗洛什扬扬得意地望着那条毯子。 "That's from the Jardin des Plantes, too," said he. "I took that from the monkeys." “这也是植物园里的，”他说，“我是从猴子那里取来的。” 
他又把他身下的那条编得极好的厚厚的草荐指给大孩子看，说道： "That belonged to the giraffe." “这玩意儿，原是给长颈鹿用的。” After a pause he went on:-- 停了一会，他又接着说： "The beasts had all these things. I took them away from them. It didn't trouble them. I told them: It's for the elephant.' “这全是那些野兽的。我拿来了，它们也没有什么不高兴。"我告诉它们：‘大象要用。’” He paused, and then resumed:-- 他又静了一会，接着说： 
“我翻墙过去，全不理会政府。这算不了什么。” The two children gazed with timid and stupefied respect on this intrepid and ingenious being, a vagabond like themselves,isolated like themselves, frail like themselves, who had something admirable and all-powerful about him, who seemed supernatural to them, and whose physiognomy was composed of all the grimaces of an old mountebank, mingled with the most ingenuous and charming smiles. 两个孩子怀着惊奇敬畏的心，望着这个天不怕地不怕的人，他窍门多，和他们一样流浪，和他们一样孤单，和他们一样瘦弱，带一股穷苦而又万能的味儿。在他们的眼里，他仿佛不象凡人，满脸是一副老江湖挤眉弄眼的怪相，笑容极其天真而又妩媚 "Monsieur," ventured the elder timidly, "you are not afraid of the police, then?" “先生，”大的那个怯生生地问道，“难道您不害怕警察吗？” Gavroche contented himself with replying:-- 伽弗洛什只回答了这么一句： "Brat! Nobody says `police,' they say `bobbies.'" 伢子！我们不说警察，我们说cognes。”① The smaller had his eyes wide open, but he said nothing. As he was on the edge of the mat, the elder being in the middle, Gavroche tucked the blanket round him as a mother might have done, and heightened the mat under his head with old rags, in such a way as to form a pillow for the child. Then he turned to the elder:-- 小的那个瞪着眼睛，但是他不说话。他原是睡在草荐边上的，他的哥睡中间，伽弗洛什象个母亲似的，拿了一块旧破布，垫在他头边的草荐下面，当作他的枕头。接着，他又对大的那个说： "Hey! We're jolly comfortable here, ain't we?" “你说，这地方，不是舒服得很吗？” "Ah, yes!" replied the elder, gazing at Gavroche with the expression of a saved angel. “是啊！”大的那个回答说，眼睛望着伽弗洛什，活象个得救的天使。 The two poor little children who had been soaked through, began to grow warm once more. 浑身湿透的小哥儿俩开始感到温暖了。 
“我问你，”伽弗洛什继续说，“你们刚才为什么要哭鼻子？” And pointing out the little one to his brother:--"A mite like that, I've nothing to say about, but the idea of a big fellow like you crying! It's idiotic; you looked like a calf." 又指着小的那个对他的哥说：“象这么一个小娃儿，也就不去说他了，但是，象你这么一个大人，也哭鼻子，太笨了，象个猪头。” "Gracious, replied the child, "we have no lodging." “圣母，”那孩子说，“我们先头不知道到什么地方去找住处。” "Bother!" retorted Gavroche, "you don't say lodgings,' you say crib.'" “伢子！”伽弗洛什接着说，“我们不说住处，我们说piolleB。” "And then, we were afraid of being alone like that at night." “后来我们心里害怕，单是我们两个人，这样待在黑夜里。” 
“我们不说黑夜，我们说sorgue。 "Thank you, sir," said the child. “谢谢，先生。”那孩子说。 "Listen," went on Gavroche, "you must never bawl again over anything. I'll take care of you. You shall see what fun we'll have. In summer, we'll go to the Glaciere with Navet, one of my pals, we'll bathe in the Gare, we'll run stark naked in front of the rafts on the bridge at Austerlitz,--that makes the laundresses raging. They scream, they get mad, and if you only knew how ridiculous they are! We'll go and see the man-skeleton. And then I'll take you to the play. I'll take you to see Frederick Lemaitre. I have tickets, I know some of the actors, I even played in a piece once. There were a lot of us fellers, and we ran under a cloth, and that made the sea. I'll get you an engagement at my theatre. We'll go to see the savages. They ain't real, those savages ain't. They wear pink tights that go all in wrinkles, and you can see where their elbows have been darned with white. Then, we'll go to the Opera. We'll get in with the hired applauders. The Opera claque is well managed. I wouldn't associate with the claque on the boulevard. At the Opera, just fancy! some of them pay twenty sous, but they're ninnies. They're called dishclouts. And then we'll go to see the guillotine work. I'll show you the executioner. He lives in the Rue des Marais. Monsieur Sanson. He has a letter-box at his door. Ah! we'll have famous fun!" “听我说，”伽弗洛什说，“以后不要再这样无原无故地哼哼唧唧。我会照顾你们的。你们会明白，好玩的事多着呢。夏天，我带你们和萝卜，我的一个朋友，到冰窖去玩，到码头上去洗澡，我们光着屁股到奥斯特里茨桥跟前的木排上面去跑，去逗那些洗衣服的娘儿们光火。她们又叫又骂的，你们不知道，那才够味儿呢！我们还要去看那个骨头人。他是活的。在爱丽舍广场。他瘦得真是吓人，这位教民。另外，我还要带你们去看戏。我带你们去看弗雷德里克·勒美特尔演戏。我能弄到戏票，我认识好些演员，我并且参加过一次演出。我们全是一伙一般高的小鬼，我们在一块布的下面跑来跑去，装海里的波浪。我还可以把你们介绍到我的戏院子里去工作。我们还要去参观野蛮人。那不是真的，那些野蛮人。他们穿着肉色的紧身衣，衣上会有皱折，也能看得见他们的胳膊肘上用白线缝补的地方。看了这个以后我们还要去歌剧院。我们跟着捧场队一道进去。歌剧院的捧场队组织得非常好。我不会跟着那些在街上捧场的人走。在歌剧院，你想想，有些人给二十个苏，这全是些傻瓜。人们管这些人叫做擦碗布。另外，我们还要去看杀人。我带你们去看那个刽子手。他住在沼泽街。桑松先生。他的门上有个信箱。啊！开心事儿多着呢！” At that moment a drop of wax fell on Gavroche's finger, and recalled him to the realities of life. 这时，一滴蜡油落在伽弗洛什的手指上，把他拉回到现实生活中。 "The deuce!" said he, "there's the wick giving out. Attention! I can't spend more than a sou a month on my lighting. When a body goes to bed, he must sleep. We haven't the time to read M. Paul de Kock's romances. And besides, the light might pass through the cracks of the porte-cochere, and all the bobbies need to do is to see it." “见鬼！”他说，“这烛芯一下子便烧了一大截。注意！我每个月的照明费不能超过一个苏。躺在床上，便应当睡觉。我们没有时间来读保罗·德·柯克的小说。并且灯光会从门缝里露出去，cognes（警察）一眼便能望见。” 
““并且，”大的那个羞怯地补充一句，他是唯一敢和伽弗洛什对话并交换意见的人，“烛花也可能会掉在草上面，小心别把房子烧了。” "People don't say `burn the house down,'" remarked Gavroche, "they say `blaze the crib.'" 我们不说烧房子，”伽弗洛什说，“我们说riffauderlebocard。” The storm increased in violence, and the heavy downpour beat upon the back of the colossus amid claps of thunder. "You're taken in, rain!" said Gavroche. "It amuses me to hear the decanter run down the legs of the house. Winter is a stupid;it wastes its merchandise, it loses its labor, it can't wet us, and that makes it kick up a row, old water-carrier that it is." 风暴更猛了。从滚滚雷声中，能听到瓢泼大雨打在那巨兽的背上。“冲吧，雨！”伽弗洛什说，“我最爱听满瓶子的水顺着这房子的大腿淌下去。冬天是个笨蛋，它白白丢失它的货物，白费它的气力，它打湿不了我们，只好叽里咕噜，这送水老倌。” This allusion to the thunder, all the consequences of which Gavroche,in his character of a philosopher of the nineteenth century, accepted, was followed by a broad flash of lightning, so dazzling that a hint of it entered the belly of the elephant through the crack. Almost at the same instant, the thunder rumbled with great fury. The two little creatures uttered a shriek, and started up so eagerly that the network came near being displaced, but Gavroche turned his bold face to them, and took advantage of the clap of thunder to burst into a laugh. 伽弗洛什是以十九世纪哲学家的态度接受雷雨的全部效果的，可他的话刚一影射到雷声，立即来了一道极其强烈耀眼的闪电，某种东西还从那裂缝里钻进象肚子。几乎是在同时，轰然一声霹雳，并且极为猛烈。那两个孩子叫了一声，猛然坐起，几乎撞开了纱罩，但是伽弗洛什把他那大胆的脸转过去对着他们，趁这雷声大笑起来。 "Calm down, children. Don't topple over the edifice. That's fine, first-class thunder; all right. That's no slouch of a streak of lightning. Bravo for the good God! Deuce take it! It's almost as good as it is at the Ambigu." “静下来，孩子们。不要把这宅子掀倒了。这雷真打得漂亮，再好没有！这不是那种眨眼睛的闪电。慈悲天主真了不起！好家伙！几乎比得上昂比古。①” ①昂比古（Ambigu），巴黎的喜剧院。 
说了以后，他又把纱罩整理好，轻轻地把那两个孩子推到床头边，把他们的膝头压平，伸直，并说道： "Since the good God is lighting his candle, I can blow out mine. Now, babes, now, my young humans, you must shut your peepers. It's very bad not to sleep. It'll make you swallow the strainer, or, as they say, in fashionable society, stink in the gullet. Wrap yourself up well in the hide! I'm going to put out the light. Are you ready?" “慈悲天主既然点起了他的蜡烛，我便可以熄灭我的蜡烛了。孩子们，应当睡了，我的年轻小伙子。不睡觉是很不好的。那样你会schlinguerducouloir，或是，按照上流社会的说法，你会嘴臭。快盖好被子。我要熄灯了。你们准备好了没有？” "Yes," murmured the elder, "I'm all right. I seem to have feathers under my head." “准备好了，”大的那个细声说，“我很舒服。我好象有鸭绒枕头枕着头。” "People don't say `head,'" cried Gavroche, "they say `nut'." “我们不说头，”伽弗洛什喊道，“我们说tronche。” The two children nestled close to each other, Gavroche finished arranging them on the mat, drew the blanket up to their very ears, then repeated, for the third time, his injunction in the hieratical tongue:-- 那两个孩子彼此挤在一起，伽弗洛什把他们好好安顿在草荐上，又把毯子一直拉到他们的耳朵边，第三次用他那真言神谶似的语言发出命令： 
“睡了。” And he snuffed out his tiny light. 同时，他吹熄了烛芯。 Hardly had the light been extinguished, when a peculiar trembling began to affect the netting under which the three children lay. It consisted of a multitude of dull scratches which produced a metallic sound, as if claws and teeth were gnawing at the copper wire. This was accompanied by all sorts of little piercing cries. 火刚灭不久，便有一种奇怪的震动摇着那三个孩子头上的纱罩。那是一片窸窣难辨的金属声音，仿佛有些爪子在爬、有些牙齿在啃那铜丝。同时还有种种轻微尖锐的叫声。 The little five-year-old boy, on hearing this hubbub overhead, and chilled with terror, jogged his brother's elbow; but the elder brother had already shut his peepers, as Gavroche had ordered. Then the little one, who could no longer control his terror, questioned Gavroche, but in a very low tone, and with bated breath:-- 五岁的那个孩子，听到他头上的这一阵骚扰，吓得出了冷汗，他用胳膊肘推推他的哥，但是他的哥已照伽弗洛什的指示睡了。这时，那小孩实在怕得按捺不住，便壮起胆量叫伽弗洛什，憋住呼吸，低声喊道： "Sir?" “先生？” 
“嗯？”伽弗洛什说，他刚闭上眼睛不久。 "What is that?" “这是什么？” "It's the rats," replied Gavroche. “是耗子。”伽弗洛什回答说。 And he laid his head down on the mat again. 他让自己的头落回到草荐上。 The rats, in fact, who swarmed by thousands in the carcass of the elephant, and who were the living black spots which we have already mentioned, had been held in awe by the flame of the candle, so long as it had been lighted; but as soon as the cavern, which was the same as their city, had returned to darkness, scenting what the good story-teller Perrault calls "fresh meat," they had hurled themselves in throngs on Gavroche's tent, had climbed to the top of it, and had begun to bite the meshes as though seeking to pierce this new-fangled trap. 大象的躯壳里确有成千上万只老鼠在孳生繁衍，也就是我们先头提到过的那些黑点点，有烛光时，它们还不敢活动，刚一熄烛，这黑洞便又立即成了它们的世界，它们嗅到了那位绝妙的童话作家贝洛所说的“鲜嫩的肉”的气味，便一齐扑向伽弗洛什的帐篷，一直爬到了顶上，咬那铜丝网，仿佛要穿透这新型的碧纱橱。 
可是那小的睡不着： "Sir?" he began again. “先生！”他又喊。 "Hey?" said Gavroche. “嗯？”伽弗洛什说。 "What are rats?" “耗子是什么东西？” "They are mice." “就是小老鼠。” 
这一说明使那孩子稍稍安了心。他在他的生活中曾见过几次白色的小鼠，他并没有害怕。可是他又提高嗓子说： "Sir?" “先生？” "Hey?" said Gavroche again. “嗯？”伽弗洛什说。 "Why don't you have a cat?" “您为什么没有猫呢？” "I did have one," replied Gavroche, "I brought one here, but they ate her." “我有过一只，”伽弗洛什回答说，“我搞到过一只，但是它们把它吃了。” 
这第二次说明破坏了第一次说明的效果，那孩子又开始发抖了。他和伽弗洛什之间的对话进入了第四轮： "Monsieur?" “先生！” "Hey?" “嗯？” "Who was it that was eaten?" “是谁给吃掉了？” "The cat." “猫。” 
“是谁把猫吃了？” "The rats." “耗子。” "The mice?" “小老鼠吗？” "Yes, the rats." “对，那些耗子。” The child, in consternation, dismayed at the thought of mice which ate cats, pursued:-- 孩子想到那些吃猫的小老鼠，吓破了胆，紧追着问： 
“先生，那些小老鼠不会连我们也吃掉吧？” "Wouldn't they just!" ejaculated Gavroche. “说不定！”伽弗洛什说。 The child's terror had reached its climax. But Gavroche added:-- 孩子的恐怖已到了无以复加的程度。但是伽弗洛什接着又说： "Don't be afraid. They can't get in. And besides, I'm here! Here, catch hold of my hand. Hold your tongue and shut your peepers!" “别害怕！它们进不来。并且有我在这儿！好啦，抓住我的手。不再说话了，快睡吧！” At the same time Gavroche grasped the little fellow's hand across his brother. The child pressed the hand close to him, and felt reassured. Courage and strength have these mysterious ways of communicating themselves. Silence reigned round them once more, the sound of their voices had frightened off the rats; at the expiration of a few minutes, they came raging back, but in vain, the three little fellows were fast asleep and heard nothing more. 同时，伽弗洛什从他哥的身体上抓住他的手。孩子把这手紧抱在怀里，感到心宽了。勇敢和力量是能产生这种神秘的交流的。他们的周围又静了下来，耗子已被他们说话的声音吓跑，几分钟过后，它们再回来骚扰也不碍事了，三个在酣睡中的孩子是啥也听不见了。 
黑夜的时间悄悄流逝。寥廓的巴士底广场上地暗天昏，寒风夹着雨点阵阵袭来，巡逻队察看着各处的门户、小道、圈地、黑暗的拐角，搜寻夜间活动的游民，他们悄悄地打这大象跟前走过，这怪兽，岿然不动，两眼望着黑处，好象是在梦中默许自己的善行，保卫着那三个睡眠中的孩子，不让他们遭受天灾人祸的侵扰。 In order to understand what is about to follow, the reader must remember, that, at that epoc h, the Bastille guard-house was situated at the other end of the square, and that what took place in the vicinity of the elephant could neither be seen nor heard by the sentinel. 为着便于了解下面即将发生的事，我们应当记得，在当年，巴士底的警卫队是驻扎在广场的另一头的，大象附近发生的事不会被哨兵望见或听到。 Towards the end of that hour which immediately precedes the dawn, a man turned from the Rue Saint-Antoine at a run, made the circuit of the enclosure of the column of July, and glided between the palings until he was underneath the belly of the elephant. If any light had illuminated that man, it might have been divined from the thorough manner in which he was soaked that he had passed the night in the rain. Arrived beneath the elephant, he uttered a peculiar cry, which did not belong to any human tongue, and which a paroquet alone could have imitated. Twice he repeated this cry, of whose orthography the following barely conveys an idea:-- 在破晓前不久，有个人从圣安东尼街跑来，穿过广场，绕过七月纪念碑的大围栏，一直溜进象圈，直到它的肚子下面。假使有任何一种光照在这人身上，从他那浑身湿透的情况来看，我们便不难看出他这一整夜是在雨里度过的。走到大象的下面以后，他发出一种奇特的呼唤声，那种声音不属任何一种人类语言，只有鹦鹉才能仿效。他连续喊了两次，下面的这种文字记录也只是近似而已 "Kirikikiou!" “叽里叽咕！” At the second cry, a clear, young, merry voice responded from the belly of the elephant:-- 喊到第二次时，一个清脆、愉快和年轻的声音从象肚子里回答说： 
“有。” Almost immediately, the plank which closed the hole was drawn aside, and gave passage to a child who descended the elephant's leg, and fell briskly near the man. It was Gavroche. The man was Montparnasse. 几乎是同时，那块堵洞的木板移开了，一个孩子顺着象腿滑下来，一下便轻轻巧巧地落在那汉子的身边。下来的是伽弗洛什。那汉子是巴纳斯山。 As for his cry of Kirikikiou,--that was, doubtless, what the child had meant, when he said:--"You will ask for Monsieur Gavroche." 至于叽里叽咕的喊声一定就是那孩子先头所说的“你找伽弗洛什先生就是了”。 On hearing it, he had waked with a start, had crawled out of his "alcove," pushing apart the netting a little, and carefully drawing it together again, then he had opened the trap, and descended. 他听到他的喊声，一下便惊醒了，他撩起一角纱罩，爬出他的壁厢，又仔细理好纱罩，接着便掀开门板，下来了。 The man and the child recognized each other silently amid the gloom: Montparnasse confined himself to the remark:-- 那汉子和孩子在黑暗中都闷声不响，彼此认清以后，巴纳斯出只说了一句： 
“我们需要你来帮一下忙。” The lad asked for no further enlightenment. 那野孩并不问缘由。 "I'm with you," said he. “行。”他说。 And both took their way towards the Rue Saint-Antoine, whence Montparnasse had emerged, winding rapidly through the long file of market-gardeners' carts which descend towards the markets at that hour. 两人便一同顺着巴纳斯山刚才走来的原路走向圣安东尼街，急急忙忙从一长串赶早市的蔬菜车子中间左穿右插，往前奔去。 The market-gardeners, crouching, half-asleep, in their wagons, amid the salads and vegetables, enveloped to their very eyes in their mufflers on account of the beating rain, did not even glance at these strange pedestrians. 菜贩子们都蜷伏在他们车上的蔬菜堆里打盹，由于雨也打得正猛，他们连眼睛也缩在布褂子下面，全没对这两个奇怪的过路人望一眼。 | 
