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Part 4 Book 15 Chapter 2 The Street Urchin an Enemy of Light

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Part 4 Book 15 Chapter 2 The Street Urchin an Enemy of Light
19世纪30年代的法国。富人乘坐马车，用金餐具吃喝。穷人没有工作，没有食物，没有希望——他们是穷苦人，起义一触即发。法国人民还记得1789年的法国大革命。当时，民众在巴黎街头筑起街垒，死去的人数以千计。这样的时刻又要到来了吗? 这是冉阿让的故事。他坐了19年的牢，终于恢复了自由身。可是，他怎么生活，到哪里去找工作呢?像他这样一个人，还有什么希望呢?这也是沙威的故事，他是一个督察，一个残忍的人，一个冷酷的人。他的人生只有一个目标——把冉阿让再次送进大牢。这还是芳汀的故事，芳汀和她的女儿珂赛特。她们的故事是怎样改变了冉阿让的一生?这也是马吕斯的故事。他是巴黎的一名学生，做好了为起义而牺牲的准备——或是为爱情而死。最后，还有伽弗洛什——一个在巴黎街头流浪的孩子，他没有家，没有亲人，没有鞋穿……可他的脸上总是挂着笑容，心中总是有歌儿在欢唱。
不过，我们要先从冉阿让讲起……
France in the 1830s. The rich ride in carriages, and eat from gold plates. The poor have no work, no food, no hope – they are Les Misérables, and rebellion is in the air. France remembers the French Revolution in 1789, when the people built barricades in the streets of Paris, and the dead were counted in thousands. Is that time coming again?
This is the story of Jean Valjean. A prisoner for nineteen years, now at last he is a free man. But how can he live, where can he find work? What hope is there for a man like him? It is also the story of Javert, a police inspector, a cruel man, a hard man. He wants one thing in life – to send Valjean back to prison. And it is Fantine’s story too, Fantine and her daughter Cosette. How does their story change Valjean’s life? And it is also Marius’s story. He is a student in Paris, ready to die for the rebellion – or for love. And last, there is Gavroche – a boy of the Paris streets, with no home, no family, no shoes... But a boy with a smile on his face and a song in his heart.
But we begin with Jean Valjean...

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Part 4 Book 15 Chapter 2 The Street Urchin an Enemy of Light

他这样待了多久？那些痛心的冥想有过怎样的起伏？他振作起来了吗？他屈伏下去了吗？他已被压得腰弯骨折了吗？他还能直立起来并在他良心上找到坚实的立足点吗？他自己心中大致也无数。

他重又和自己作愁惨的交谈。

他忽然抬起眼睛，听见街上有人在近处走路的声音，在路灯的光中，他望见一个黄瘦小伙子，从通往历史文物陈列馆的那条街上兴高采烈地走来。

伽弗洛什刚走到武人街。

伽弗洛什昂着头左右张望，仿佛要找什么。他明明看见了冉阿让，却没有理睬他。

伽弗洛什昂首望了一阵以后，又低下头来望，他踮起脚尖去摸那些门和临街的窗子，门窗全关上、销上、锁上了，试了五六个这样严防紧闭着的门窗以后，那野孩耸了耸肩，冒出了这样一句话：

“见他妈的鬼！”

接着他又朝上望。

在这以前，冉阿让在他那样的心境中是对谁都不会说一句话，也不会答一句话的。这时他却按捺不住，主动向那孩子说话了。

“小孩儿，”他说，“你要什么？”

“我要吃的，我肚子饿，”伽弗洛什毫不含糊地回答。他还加上一句，“老孩儿。”

冉阿让从他的背心口袋里摸出一个值五法郎的钱币。

伽弗洛什，象只动作急捷变换不停的鹡鸰，已从地上拾起一块石头。他早注意到了那盏路灯。

“嗨，”他说，“你们这儿还点着灯笼。你们不守规则，我的朋友。这是破坏秩序。砸掉它。”

他拿起石头往路灯砸去，灯上的玻璃掉得一片响，住在对面房子里的几个资产阶级从窗帘下面伸出头来大声说：“九三年的那套又来了！”

路灯猛烈地摇晃着，熄灭了。街上一下子变得漆黑。

“就得这样，老腐败街，”伽弗洛什说，“戴上你的睡帽吧。”

接着又转向冉阿让说：

“这条街尽头的那栋大楼，你们管它叫什么啊？历史文物陈列馆，不是吗？它那些老大老粗的石头柱子，得替我稍微打扫一下，好好地做一座街垒。”

冉阿让走到伽弗洛什身旁，低声对自己说：

“可怜的孩子，他饿了。”

他把那枚值一百个苏的钱放在他的手里。

他心花怒放地细看了一阵，又转向冉阿让，把钱递给他，一本正经地说：

“老板，我还是喜欢去砸路灯。把您这老虎收回去。我绝不受人家的腐蚀。这玩意儿有五个爪子，但是它抓不到我。”

“你有母亲吗？’冉阿让问。

“也许比您的还多。”

“好嘛，”冉阿让又说，“你就把这个钱留给你母亲吧。”

伽弗洛什心里觉得受了感动。并且他刚才已注意到，和他谈话的这个人没有帽子，这就增加了他对这人的好感。

“真是！”他说，“这不是为了防止我去砸烂路灯吧？”

“你爱砸什么，便砸什么吧。”

“您是个诚实人。”伽弗洛什说。

他随即把那值五法郎的钱塞在自己的衣袋里。

他的信任感加强了，接着又问：

“您是住在这街上的吗？”

“是的，你为什么要问？”

“您肯告诉我哪儿是七号吗？”

“你问七号干什么？”

那孩子不开口。他怕说得太多，他使劲把手指甲插在头发里，只回答了这一句：

“啊！没什么。”

冉阿让心里一动。焦急心情常使人思想灵敏。他对那孩子说：

“我在等一封信，你是来送信的吧？”

“您？”伽弗洛什说，“您又不是个女人。”

“信是给珂赛特小姐的，不是吗？”

“珂赛特？”伽弗洛什嘟囔着，“对，我想是的，是这么个怪滑稽的名字。”

“那么，”冉阿让又说，“是我应当把这信交给她。你给我就是。”

“既是这样，您总该知道我是从街垒里派来的吧。”

“当然。”冉阿让说。

伽弗洛什把他的拳头塞进另一个口袋，从那里抽出一张一折四的纸。

他随即行了个军礼。

“向这文件致敬礼，”他说，“它是由临时政府发出的。”

“给我。”冉阿让说。

伽弗洛什把那张纸高举在头顶上。

“您不要以为这是一封情书。它是写给一个女人的，但是为人民的。我们这些人在作战，并且尊重女性。我们不象那些公子哥儿，我们那里没有把小母鸡送给骆驼的狮子。”

“给我。”

“的确，”伽弗洛什继续说，“在我看来，您好象是个诚实人。”

“快点给我。”

“拿去吧。”

说着他把那张纸递给了冉阿让。

“还得请您早点交去，可塞先生，因为可塞特小姐在等着。”

伽弗洛什感到他能创造出这么个词，颇为得意。

冉阿让又说：

“回信应当送到圣美里吧？”

How long did he remain thus? What was the ebb and flow of this tragic meditation? Did he straighten up? Did he remain bowed? Had he been bent to breaking? Could he still rise and regain his footing in his conscience upon something solid? He probably would not have been able to tell himself.

He resumed his gloomy dialogue with himself.

All at once, he raised his eyes; some one was walking in the street, he heard steps near him. He looked, and by the light of the lanterns, in the direction of the street which ran into the Rue-aux-Archives, he perceived a young, livid, and beaming face.

Gavroche had just arrived in the Rue l’Homme Arme.

Gavroche was staring into the air, apparently in search of something. He saw Jean Valjean perfectly well but he took no notice of him.

"Pardi!"

Then he began to stare into the air again.

Jean Valjean, who, an instant previously, in his then state of mind, would not have spoken to or even answered any one, felt irresistibly impelled to accost that child.

"What is the matter with you, my little fellow?" he said.

"The matter with me is that I am hungry," replied Gavroche frankly. And he added: "Little fellow yourself."

Jean Valjean fumbled in his fob and pulled out a five-franc piece.

But Gavroche, who was of the wagtail species, and who skipped vivaciously from one gesture to another, had just picked up a stone. He had caught sight of the lantern.

"See here," said he, "you still have your lanterns here. You are disobeying the regulations, my friend. This is disorderly. Smash that for me."

And he flung the stone at the lantern, whose broken glass fell withsuch a clatter that the bourgeois in hiding behind their curtains in the opposite house cried: "There is `Ninety-three’ come again."

The lantern oscillated violently, and went out. The street had suddenly become black.

"That’s right, old street," ejaculated Gavroche, "put on your night-cap."

And turning to Jean Valjean:--