王尔德的故事

Part Two: The Dreams

This was the young King's dream:

He is in a horrible, dark building.

There is a terrible smell, the small windows have bars and not much sunlight can enter.

But in the poor light the young King sees lots of people working.

They are making cloth.

They are very thin.

Their faces are hungry and their hands tremble because they are tired.

Pale, ill children sit in the dark corners of the room.

The young King watches them.

A man speaks to him angrily and asks, "Why are you watching me?

Are you my master's spy?"

"Who is your master?" asks the young King.

"A man like me, but I have poor clothes and I am very hungry.

He wears beautiful clothes and is very rich.

We work for him all day.

We make wine and he drinks it.

We work on the land but he eats the food.

We are his slaves."

"But this is a free land," says the young King.

"You are no man's slave."

"In war, weak men are the slaves of strong men.

In peace, poor men are the slaves of rich men."

"Are you all slaves?"

"Yes, the women and the children.

The old and the young."

Suddenly the young King sees the cloth on the machine. It is gold.

The young King is terrified "You are making some very beautiful gold cloth.

What is it?"

"It is for the coronation robe of the young King," the man replies.

When the young King heard this he screamed and woke up.

But then he saw the yellow moon at the window and soon slept again.

He had another dream.

This was his second dream:

He is on a long boat.

The sun is very hot and a hundred slaves are rowing the boat and working.

The master of the boat is giving orders: he is black like ebony and has a red silk turban on his head.

In his ears he has big silver earrings.

Someone is whipping the slaves while they work.

Finally the boat arrives in a small bay and the master throws the anchor and a long  rope ladder into the sea. Some men take the youngest slave.

They tie a heavy stone to him and throw him into the sea.

The young slave disappears into the water but returns to the boat many times.

Every time he returns he has a beautiful pearl in his hand.

The master of the ship looks at the pearls and puts them into a little green bag.

The young slave returns to the boat for the last time.

He is very pale and tired.

In his hand he has a very beautiful pearl.

The pearl is round and white like the moon.

But the young slave's ears and nose are full of blood.

He falls and dies but the master of the boat laughs.

He takes the pearl from the young slave's hand and the other slaves throw his dead body into the sea.

"This pearl is for the scepter of the young King," he says.

When the young King heard this he screamed and woke up but he saw the stars at the window and soon slept again.

This was his third and last dream:

He is in a tropical forest.

It is full of strange fruit and beautiful,poisonous flowers.

There are snakes in the grass, parrots in the trees and monkeys and peacocks all around.

The young King sees lots of men working in a dry river.

They are digging the ground and cutting big rocks and stones.

Death and Avarice are in a dark cavern. They are also watching the men.

Death says to Avarice, "Give me one third of your men," but Avarice refuses.

"No! They are my servants," she says.

Death is very angry when he hears this.

He sends Malaria to kill one third of the men.

"What have you got in your hand?"Death asks.

"Three grains of corn. But why are you interested?" she asks.

Death says, "Give me one grain of corn to plant in my garden."

But Avarice replies, "No, it is my corn," and she hides the corn in her pocket.

Again, Death is very angry when he hears this and calls Fever.

Fever comes in a red robe like fire, he touches one third of the men and kills them.

"Now give me a grain of corn for my garden," says Death.

"No, never!" replies Avarice.

Death is extremely angry and calls Plague

Plague arrives from the sky, flying like a bird and kills the rest of the men.

Avarice screams and runs into the forest.

Death takes his red horse and rides away, fast like the wind.

And then dragons and terrible monsters come out of the rivers and the valleys.

The young King cries and says, "Who were those men? What were they doing?"

"They were looking for rubies for a king's crown," replies a voice behind him.

The young King turns and sees a man in white.

This man has a mirror in his hand.

"Which king?" he asks.

"Look in this mirror and you will see the king," replies the man in white.

He sees his face in the mirror screams and wakes up.

He sees the sun shining at his window. It is his coronation day.

Part Three: The Coronation

A servant arrived with the coronation clothes.

They were extremely beautiful but the young King remembered his dreams.

"Take these clothes away. I don't want to wear them," he said.

"Is this a joke, Your Majesty?" asked the servant, but the young King told

him about his dreams.

"In my robe there is sadness and pain, in the rubies there is blood and in the pearl there is death," he said.

The servant replied, "Please forget your dreams.

Put on the robe and the crown.

The people will not recognize a king without a crown and a scepter."

But the young King put on his old tunic from the forest and took his shepherd's staff.

"I arrived in the palace with these clothes and I will leave the palace with these clothes," he said.

"Now I am ready for my coronation."

A servant asked him, "Where is your crown?"

And he took a briar of thorns from his balcony.

"This will be my crown," he replied.

The young King rode his horse to the cathedral

The people laughed when they saw him. "This is not the King but the King's servant," they said.

He explained his dreams but one man was angry and said, "Do you not know that rich people give poor people work?

It is difficult to work for a hard master but it is more difficult to work for no master.

Please return to the palace and put on your coronation robes."

"The rich and the poor are brothers," he replied, but the people laughed again.

He arrived at the great door of the cathedral but the soldiers stopped him.

"What do you want? Only the King can enter by this door."

"I am the King," he replied.

The Bishop saw him and asked, "Where is your crown? Where is your scepter?"

The young King told the Bishop of his dreams but the Bishop answered,

"Listen to me, I am an old man.

There are many bad things in the world but you cannot change them all.

There are thieves and pirates and beggars but you can't make these things disappear.

They are too much for one person.

Go back to the Palace and put on your coronation clothes."

But the young King passed the Bishop and entered the cathedral.

He went to the altar and looked at the image of Christ.

He saw the light of the candles and the smoke of the incense.

Suddenly a crowd of people ran into the cathedral.

They had swords and were very angry.

"Where is this King dressed in beggar's clothes?" they cried.

"We must kill him because a beggar cannot rule us.

He will be bad for our country.

" But the young King prayed silently in front of the altar.

Then he turned and looked at the people sadly.

At that moment a ray of sun shone into the cathedral.

It illuminated the young King at the altar.

The sun made a beautiful robe around him, red roses grew on his dry crown of thorns and white lilies grew on his staff.

The roses were redder than rubies and the lilies were whiter than pearls.

Music started to play and voices started to sing.

The glory of God filled the cathedral.

The people knelt down.

"He is crowned by someone greater than me," the Bishop said and he knelt in front of the young King.

The boy came from the altar and passed the people.

But they didn't have the courage to look at his face because it was the face of an angel.

歌剧魅影

Chapter One: The Opera Ghost

Strange things were happening at the Paris Opera House that season. There were rumours about a ghost in the building. No one knew when the rumours had started. Some people said it was Joseph Buquet who began it all.

Joseph Buquet was one of the scene-shifters , a quiet, reliable man. He said that he had seen a frightening figure in the corridors of the building. He said the figure was wearing a dress-suit. At first he thought the man was just one of the audiences. Then he looked again. He saw that the figure had no face — it was a skull ! The skin was yellow, the eyes were black holes, and the whole figure was terribly thin.

Soon everyone at the Opera began to see strange things. One of the firemen, Pampin, said that he had gone down into the cellars of the building. When he was down there, he had seen a head of fire coming towards him! He was very clear about it. He had seen a head of fire, but the head had no body at all.

The people who worked at the Opera House were disturbed and excited by all these stories. The young girls in the corps de ballet were particularly thrilled by the stories. They said the ghost was responsible for all the little accidents that happened at the Opera House.

One evening one of the Opera's principal dancers, La Sorelli, was sitting in her dressing room . It was an important evening for her. She was going to perform at a special gala performance for the two managers who were retiring .

The peace and quiet of the dressing room was suddenly disturbed by the entry of a group of young girls from the corps de ballet. The girls were talking excitedly.

'We've seen him, we've seen him!' one of them announced.

'We've seen the ghost!'

Sorelli did not really believe the girls, but she was very superstitious . She was easily frightened by stories of the ghost, but she tried to be brave.

'Pull yourselves together ,' she told the girls.

'But we've seen him — we've really seen him!' one of the girls insisted.

'And Gabriel's seen him, too,' the girl added.

'Gabriel, the chorus-master?' asked Sorelli. 'What did he say?'

'He said he was talking to that strange Persian man ... you know the one?'

'Yes,' said Sorelli, 'I know the Persian.'

Everyone at the Opera House knew the Persian. The girls were convinced that he had the evil eye . They were frightened of him.

'So what happened?' Sorelli asked.

'Gabriel was talking to the Persian. He looked over the Persian's shoulder,

and he saw the ghost standing behind him! Gabriel was terrified!'

'What did the ghost look like?' Sorelli wanted to know.

'He was wearing a dress-suit, just as Joseph Buquet described him. And his head was like a skull!' one of the girls said.

'My mother says Joseph Buquet shouldn't talk so much,' one of the girls said quietly. It was Meg, whose mother Madame Giry also worked at the Opera. She was a box-keeper .

'What did your mother tell you?' the girls asked Meg.

'She said the ghost doesn't like people to talk about him,' Meg replied slowly. 'She says it's because of Box 5. Mum's in charge of Box 5, you see.

Box 5 is the ghost's box,' she told them. 'That's where he goes during performances. No one else can go there.'

'Has your mother seen him, then?' the girls asked.

'No,' Meg explained, 'you can't see him. All that talk about his dress-suit,

and the skeleton , and the head of fire, is all just nonsense.

Mother's never seen him. She just hears him when he's in the box.'

The girls looked at each other. They could not make sense of Meg's story at all.

'That's what I meant about Joseph Buquet,' Meg told them. 'He shouldn't tell all those stories. The ghost won't like it at all. He might ...'

Suddenly the dressing-room door opened, and a woman came in.

Her eyes were wide open, and she looked really frightened.

'Joseph Buquet!' she gasped . 'He's dead. Someone found his body in the cellar. He was hanged!'