发表于2024-11-26
“最伟大的牛津人”、一代宗师C·S·刘易斯写给孩子们的奇幻经典,优秀的双语版儿童文学读物。
《纳尼亚传奇系列》集神话、童话和传奇为一体,被誉为第二次世界大战以后英国最伟大的儿童文学作品。这部作品在英美世界几乎是家喻户晓的儿童读物,也被一些批评家、出版商和教育界人士公认为20世纪儿童图书之一。此套英汉双语典藏版,耗时两年精心翻译而成,同时配以全英文朗读文件,使读者在享受精彩故事的同时,也能提升英文阅读水平。下载链接请搜索“家庭学校”新浪博客。
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这套《纳尼亚传奇》是英国著名作家刘易斯于1951年至1956年间创作的系列魔幻故事,分为《魔法师的外甥》、《狮王、女巫和魔衣柜》、《马儿与少年》、《卡斯宾王子》、《“黎明”号的远航》、《银椅子》、《最后的决战》七册,该套图书一经面世便广受赞扬,在英美世界几乎是家喻户晓的儿童读物,也被一些批评家、出版商和教育界人士公认为20世纪最佳儿童图书之一。在半个世纪里,这部书的销售达到8500万册,至今已被翻译成30多种语言文字。
故事的开始讲述了英国男孩迪戈里和邻家女孩波利偶然进入了一个充满奇幻的世界——纳尼亚,在那里他们经历了一连串的冒险,并见证了纳尼亚王国奇妙的诞生。之后,他们将一颗从异世界带来的种子(苹果)埋在花园里,长成了一颗大树。这棵大树后来被飓风刮倒,又被造成了衣橱,然后又引领了四个小主人公进入神奇的纳尼亚王国的不同时期。故事以正义与邪恶的斗争为线索展开,书中小主人公通过英勇的冒险,与暴君女巫斗智斗勇来拯救纳尼亚的臣民。作者笔下的人物个性鲜明,惹人喜爱。故事情节曲折动人,想象奇特、引人入胜。7册书互有关连,但亦可独立阅读。
此套英汉双语典藏版,译者耗时两年精心翻译而成,同时配以全英文外教朗读文件,使读者在享受精彩故事的同时,也能提升英文阅读水平。
C·S·刘易斯(CliveStaplesLewis,1898-1963),出生于北爱尔兰首府贝尔法斯特的一个新教家庭,但长年居住于英格兰,是威尔士裔英国知名作家及护教士。他以儿童文学经典《纳尼亚传奇》系列闻名于世,此外他还写作了其他神学著作、中世纪文学研究等诸多作品。
刘易斯小时候因讨厌学校,只接受家庭教师授课。1916年他获奖学金进入牛津大学就读,期间曾应征入伍参与第一次世界大战。1925年起,他在牛津大学莫德林学院担任研究员,任教期间,他参加名为“吉光片羽(TheInklings)”读书会,并结识牛津大学英国文学教授N·柯格希尔,以及著名的《魔戒》作者J·R·R·托尔金,这场相遇改变了他整个人生。
1954年,他当选为剑桥大学中世纪与文艺复兴期英国文学讲座教授,所写文学批评论文已成传世之作。他是一位甚受学生爱戴的老师。而他写作的神学和具神学深度的文学作品早已脍炙人口。其重要作品有:《纳尼亚传奇系列》、《太空三部曲》、《痛苦的奥秘》、《返璞归真》、《四种爱》等。
The Wrong Door
进错门
This is a story about something that happened long ago when your grandfather was a child. It is a very important story because it shows how all the comings and goings between our own world and the land of Narnia first began.
In those days Mr. Sherlock Holmes was still living in Baker Street and the Bastables were looking for treasure in the Lewisham Road. In those days, if you were a boy you had to wear a stiff Eton collar every day, and schools were usually nastier than now. But meals were nicer; and as for sweets, I won’t tell you how cheap and good they were, because it would only make your mouth water in vain. And in those days there lived in London a girl called Polly Plummer.
She lived in one of a long row of houses which were all joined together. One morning she was out in the back garden when a boy scrambled up from the garden next door and put his face over the wall. Polly was very surprised because up till now there had never been any children in that house, but only Mr. Ketterley and Miss Ketterley, a brother and sister, old bachelor and old maid, living together. So she looked up, full of curiosity. The face of the strange boy was very grubby. It could hardly have been grubbier if he had first rubbed his hands in the earth, and then had a good cry, and then dried his face with his hands. As a matter of fact, this was very nearly what he had been doing.
“Hullo,” said Polly.
“Hullo,” said the boy. “What’s your name?”
“Polly,” said Polly. “What’s yours?”
“Digory,” said the boy.
“I say, what a funny name!” said Polly.
“It isn’t half so funny as Polly,” said Digory.
“Yes it is,” said Polly.
“No, it isn’t,” said Digory.
“At any rate I do wash my face,” said Polly. “Which is what you need to do; especially after—” and then she stopped. She had been going to say “After you’ve been blubbing,” but she thought that wouldn’t be polite.
“All right, I have then,” said Digory in a much louder voice, like a boy who was so miserable that he didn’t care who knew he had been crying. “And so would you,” he went on, “if you’d lived all your life in the country and had a pony, and a river at the bottom of the garden, and then been brought to live in a beastly Hole like this.”
“London isn't a Hole,” said Polly indignantly. But the boy was too wound up to take any notice of her, and he went on—
“And if your father was away in India—and you had to come and live with an Aunt and an Uncle who's mad (who would like that?)—and if the reason was that they were looking after your Mother—and if your Mother was ill and was going to—going to—die.” Then his face went the wrong sort of shape as it does if you’re trying to keep back your tears.
“I didn't know. I'm sorry,” said Polly humbly. And then, because she hardly knew what to say, and also to turn Digory’s mind to cheerful subjects, she asked:
“Is Mr Ketterley really mad?”
“Well, either he’s mad,” said Digory, “or there’s some other mystery. He has a study on the top floor and Aunt Letty says I must never go up there. Well, that looks fishy to begin with. And then there’s another thing. Whenever he tries to say anything to me at meal times—he never even tries to talk to her—she always shuts him up. She says,
‘Don’t worry the boy, Andrew’ or ‘I’m sure Digory doesn’t want to hear about that’ or else ‘Now, Digory, wouldn’t you like to go out and play in the garden?’”
“What sort of things does he try to say?”
“I don’t know. He never gets far enough. But there’s more than that. One night—it was last night in fact—as I was going past the foot of the attic stairs on my way to bed (and I don’t much care for going past them either) I’m sure I heard a yell.”
“Perhaps he keeps a mad wife shut up there.”
“Yes, I’ve thought of that.”
“Or perhaps he’s a coiner.”
“Or he might have been a pirate, like the man at the beginning of Treasure Island, and be always hiding from his old shipmates.”
“How exciting!” said Polly, “I never knew your house was so interesting.”
“You may think it interesting,” said Digory. “But you wouldn’t like it if you had to sleep there. How would you like to lie awake listening for Uncle Andrew’s step to come creeping along the passage to your room? And he has such awful eyes.”
That was how Polly and Digory got to know one another: and as it was just the beginning of the summer holidays and neither of them was going to the sea that year, they met nearly every day.
Their adventures began chiefly because it was one of the wettest and coldest summers there had been for years. That drove them to do indoor things: you might say, indoor exploration. It is wonderful how much exploring you can do with a stump of candle in a big house, or in a row of houses. Polly had discovered long ago that if you opened a certain little door in the box-room attic of her house you would find the cistern and a dark place behind it which you could get into by a little careful climbing. The dark place was like a long tunnel with brick wall on one side and sloping roof on the other. In the roof there were little chunks of light between the slates. There was no floor in this tunnel: you had to step from rafter to rafter, and between them there was only plaster. If you stepped on this you would find yourself falling through the ceiling of the room below. Polly had used the bit of the tunnel just beside the cistern as a smugglers’ cave. She had brought up bits of old packing cases and the seats of broken kitchen chairs, and things of that sort, and spread them across from rafter to rafter so as to make a bit of floor.
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这个故事讲述的事情发生在很久以前,那时候你的祖父还是个孩子。这个故事非常重要,因为它讲述了我们的世界和纳尼亚大陆之间的来往是如何开始的。那时候,夏洛克·福尔摩斯先生还住在贝克街,巴斯特布尔一族还在刘易舍姆路寻找宝藏a。那时候,如果你是个男孩子,必须每天戴着浆过的伊顿宽硬衣领;那时候的学校通常也比现在的学校更令人讨厌。不过那时候的饭菜却比较可口。至于糖果嘛,我不必告诉你,那时候有多么物美价廉,因为这只会让你白白地流口水。在那些日子里,有一个名叫波利·普卢默的小女孩住在伦敦。
她家的房子与一大排房屋彼此相连。一天早上,她走出房屋,来到后花园,突然看见一个小男孩爬上隔壁花园的墙头,把脑袋探了过来。波利非常吃惊,因为隔壁那幢房子里从来都没有小孩子,只住着凯特利先生和凯特利小姐两个人,他们是一对兄妹,一个是老单身汉,一个是老处女。波利充满好奇地抬头观看,只见那个陌生男孩的脸脏兮兮的。即便他先玩了一通泥巴,接着又嚎啕大哭,然后再用手去抹眼泪,他的脸也不可能更脏了。事实上,他刚才差不多就是这么做的。
“你好!”波利说。
“你好!”那个男孩问,“你叫什么名字?”
“波利。”波利说,“你呢?”
“迪戈里。”男孩答道。
“哎呀,这个名字可真好笑!”波利说。
“还没有波利这个名字一半好笑。”迪戈里说。
“你这个名字是很可笑。”波利说。
“不,一点儿也不可笑。”迪戈里说。
“ 起码我洗过脸了。” 波利说, “ 那可是你要做的, 尤其是在刚刚——”她一下子打住了话头。她本来想说“刚刚嚎啕大哭之后”,但她感到那样说不太礼貌。
“好吧,我确实哭过。”迪戈里提高了嗓门说道,就像是一个特别伤心的男孩子,根本不在乎别人知道他曾经哭过。“你一定也会哭的,”他继续说着,“如果你一直住在乡村,有一匹小马,在花园的尽头 纳尼亚传奇(套装共7册 中英双语典藏版) 下载 mobi epub pdf txt 电子书 格式
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