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 渔    夫    的    妻    子    桑    娜    坐    在    火    炉    旁    补    一    张    破    帆   。 屋    外    寒    风    呼    啸   , 汹    涌     澎    湃    的    海    浪    拍    击    着    海    岸   , 溅    起    一    阵    阵    浪    花   。 海    上    正    起    着    风    暴   , 外    面     又    黑    又    冷   , 这    间    渔    家    的    小    屋    里    却    温    暖    而    舒    适   。 地    扫    得    干    干    净    净   , 炉     子    里    的    火    还    没    有    熄   , 食    具    在    搁    板    上    闪    闪    发    亮   。 挂    着    白    色    帐    子    的    床     上   , 五    个    孩    子    正    在    海    风    呼    啸    声    中    安    静    地    睡    着   。 丈    夫    清    早    驾    着    小    船    出     海   , 这    时    候    还    没    有    回    来   。 桑    娜    听    着    波    涛    的    轰    鸣    和    狂    风    的    怒    吼   , 感    到     心    惊    肉    跳   
 古    老    的    钟    发    哑    地    敲    了    十    下   , 十    一    下   …… 始    终    不    见    丈    夫    回    来   。  桑    娜    沉    思   : 丈    夫    不    顾    惜    身    体   , 冒    着    寒    冷    和    风    暴    出    去    打    鱼   , 她    自    己     也    从    早    到    晚    地    干    活   , 还    只    能    勉    强    填    饱    肚    子   。 孩    子    们    没    有    鞋    穿   , 不    论     冬    夏    都    光    着    脚    跑    来    跑    去   ; 吃    的    是    黑    面    包   , 菜    只    有    鱼   。 不    过   , 孩    子    们     都    还    健    康   , 没    什    么    可    抱    怨    的   。 桑    娜    倾    听    着    风    暴    的    声    音   。 他    现    在    在     哪    儿   ? 老    天    啊   , 保    佑    他   , 救    救    他   , 开    开    恩    吧   ! 她    自    言    自    语    着   
 睡    觉    还    早   。 桑    娜    站    起    身    来   , 把    一    块    很    厚    的    围    巾    包    在    头    上   , 提    着    马    灯    走    出    门    去   。 她    想    看    看    灯    塔    上    的    灯    是    不    是    亮    着   , 丈    夫    的    小    船    能    不    能    望    见   。 海    面    上    什    么    也    看    不    见   。 风    掀    起    她    的    围    巾   , 卷    着    被    刮    断    的    什    么    东    西    敲    打    着    邻    居    小    屋    的    门   。 桑    娜    想    起    了    傍    晚    就    想    去    探    望    的    那    个    生    病    的    女    邻    居   。 没    有    一    个    人    照    顾    她    啊   ! 桑    娜    一    边    想    一    边    敲    了    敲    门   。 她    侧    着    耳    朵    听   , 没    有    人    答    应   
 本    文    作    者    是    俄    国    的    列    夫    托    尔    斯    泰   、 译    者    草    婴   、 选    作    课    文    时    有    改    动   
 寡    妇    的    日    子    真    困    难    啊   ! 桑    娜    站    在    门    口    想   , 孩    子    虽    然    不    算     多   —— 只    有    两    个   , 可    是    全    靠    她    一    个    人    张    罗   , 如    今    又    加    上    病   。 唉   , 寡     妇    的    日    子    真    难    过    啊   ! 进    去    看    看    吧   !
 桑    娜    一    次    又    一    次    地    敲    门   , 仍    旧    没    有    人    答    应   
 喂   , 西    蒙   ! 桑    娜    喊    了    一    声   , 心    想   , 莫    不    是    出    什    么    事    了   ? 她    猛    地    推    开    门   
 屋    子    里    没    有    生    炉    子   , 又    潮    湿    又    阴    冷   。 桑    娜    举    起    马    灯   , 想    看    看    病    人    在    什    么    地    方   。 首    先    投    入    眼    帘    的    是    对    着    门    的    一    张    床   , 床    上    仰    面    躺    着    她    的    女    邻    居   。 她    一    动    不    动   。 桑    娜    把    马    灯    举    得    更    近    一    些   , 不    错   , 是    西    蒙   。 她    头    往    后    仰    着   , 冰    冷    发    青    的    脸    上    显    出    死    的    宁    静   , 一    只    苍    白    僵    硬    的    手    像    要    抓    住    什    么    似    的   , 从    稻    草    铺    上    垂    下    来   。 就    在    这    死    去    的    母    亲    旁    边   , 睡    着    两    个    很    小    的    孩    子   , 都    是    卷    头    发   、 圆    脸    蛋   , 身    上    盖    着    旧    衣    服   , 蜷    缩    着    身    子   , 两    个    浅    黄    头    发    的    小    脑    袋    紧    紧    地    靠    在    一    起   。 显    然   , 母    亲    在    临    死    的    时    候   , 拿    自    己    的    衣    服    盖    在    他    们    身    上   , 还    用    旧    头    巾    包    住    他    们    的    小    脚   。 孩    子    呼    吸    均    匀    而    平    静   , 睡    得    正    香    甜   
 桑    娜    用    头    巾    裹    住    睡    着    的    孩    子   , 把    他    们    抱    回    家    里   。 她    的    心    跳    得    很    厉    害   , 自    己    也    不    知    道    为    什    么    要    这    样    做   , 但    是    觉    得    非    这    样    做    不    可   。 她    把    这    两    个    熟    睡    的    孩    子    放    在    床    上   , 让    他    们    同    自    己    的    孩    子    睡    在    一    起   , 又    连    忙    把    帐    子    拉    好   
 桑    娜    脸    色    苍    白   , 神    情    激    动   。 她    忐    忑    不    安    地    想   : 他    会    说    什    么    呢   ? 这    是    闹    着    玩    的    吗   ? 自    己    的    五    个    孩    子    已    经    够    他    受    的    了   …… 是    他    来    啦   ?…… 不   , 还    没    来   !…… 为    什    么    把    他    们    抱    过    来    啊   ?…… 他    会    揍    我    的   ! 那    也    活    该   , 我    自    作    自    受   …… 嗯   , 揍    我    一    顿    也    好   !
 门    吱    嘎    一    声   , 仿    佛    有    人    进    来    了   。 桑    娜    一    惊   , 从    椅    子    上    站    起    来   。 不   , 没    有    人   ! 天    啊   , 我    为    什    么    要    这    样    做   ?…… 如    今    叫    我    怎    么    对   
 他    说    呢   ?…… 桑    娜    沉    思    着   , 久    久    地    坐    在    床    前   
 门    突    然    开    了   , 一    股    清    新    的    海    风    冲    进    屋    子   。 魁    梧    黧    黑    的    渔    夫    拖    着    湿    淋    淋    的    被    撕    破    了    的    渔    网   , 一    边    走    进    来   , 一    边    说   : 嘿   , 我    回    来    啦   , 桑    娜   !
 哦   , 是    你   ! 桑    娜    站    起    来   , 不    敢    抬    起    眼    睛    看    他   
 瞧   , 这    样    的    夜    晚   ! 真    可    怕   !
 是    啊   , 是    啊   , 天    气    坏    透    了   ! 哦   , 鱼    打    得    怎    么    样   ?
 糟    糕   , 真    糟    糕   ! 什    么    也    没    有    打    到   , 还    把    网    给    撕    破    了   。 倒    霉   , 倒    霉   ! 天    气    可    真    厉    害   ! 我    简    直    记    不    起    几    时    有    过    这    样    的    夜    晚    了   , 还    谈    得    上    什    么    打    鱼   ! 还    好   , 总    算    活    着    回    来    啦   。…… 我    不    在   , 你    在    家    里    做    些    什    么    呢   ?
 渔    夫    说    着   , 把    网    拖    进    屋    里   , 坐    在    炉    子    旁    边   
 我   ? 桑    娜    脸    色    发    白   , 说   , 我    嘛   …… 缝    缝    补    补   …… 风    吼    得    这    么    凶   , 真    叫    人    害    怕   。 我    可    替    你    扣    心    呢   !
 是    啊   , 是    啊   , 丈    夫    喃    喃    地    说   , 这    天    气    真    是    活    见    鬼   ! 可    是    有    什    么    办    法    呢   !
 两    个    人    沉    默    了    一    阵   
 你    知    道    吗   ? 桑    娜    说   , 咱    们    的    邻    居    西    蒙    死    了   
 哦   ? 什    么    时    候   ?
 我    也    不    知    道   , 大    概    是    昨    天   。 唉   ! 她    死    得    好    惨    啊   ! 两    个    孩    子    都    在    她    身    边   , 睡    着    了   。 他    们    那    么    小   …… 一    个    还    不    会    说    话   , 另    一    个    刚    会    爬   …… 桑    娜    沉    默    了   
 渔    夫    皱    起    眉   , 他    的    脸    变    得    严    肃   、 忧    虑   。 嗯   , 是    个    问    题   ! 他    搔    搔    后    脑    勺    说   , 嗯   , 你    看    怎    么    办   ? 得    把    他    们    抱    来   , 同    死    人    待    在    一    起    怎    么    行   ! 哦   , 我    们   , 我    们    总    能    熬    过    去    的   ! 快    去   ! 别    等    他    们    醒    来   
 但    桑    娜    坐    着    一    动    不    动   
 你    怎    么    啦   ? 不    愿    意    吗   ? 你    怎    么    啦   , 桑    娜   ?
 你    瞧   , 他    们    在    这    里    啦   。 桑    娜    拉    开    了    帐    子   
 是    啊   , 是    啊   , 丈    夫    喃    喃    地    说   , 这    天    气    真    是    活    见    鬼   ! 可    是    有    什    么    办    法    呢   !
 两    个    人    沉    默    了    一    阵   
 沉    默    中   , 桑    娜    会    想    些    什    么    呢   ?  联    系    课    文    内    容   , 写    一    写    桑    娜    的    心    理    活    动   
 列    夫    托    尔    斯    泰    —  是    俄    国     文    学    家   、 思    想    家   。 他    的    作    品    深    受    世    界    人    民    喜     爱   , 代    表    作    有   《 战    争    与    和    平   》《 安    娜    卡    列    尼     娜   》《 复    活   》 等   
 不    认    识    托    尔    斯    泰    者   , 不    可    能    认    识    俄    罗    斯   。 高    尔    基    曾    这    样    评    价    他   。 奥    地    利    作    家    茨    威    格    在    传    记    作    品   《 三    作    家   》 中    这    样    刻    画    他    的    形   
 象   : 他    生    就    一    副    多    毛    的    脸    庞   , 植    被    多    于    空    地   , 浓    密    的    胡    须    使    人    难    以    看    清    他    的    内    心    世    界   。 长    髯    覆    盖    了    两    颊   , 遮    住    了    嘴    唇   , 遮    住    了    皱    似    树    皮    的    黝    黑    脸    膛   , 一    根    根    迎    风    飘    动   , 颇    有    长    者    风    度   。 宽    约    一    指    的    眉    毛    像    纠    缠    不    清    的    树    根   , 朝    上    倒    竖   。 一    绺    绺    灰    白    的    鬈    发    像    泡    沫    一    样    堆    在    额    头    上   。 不    管    从    哪    个    角    度    看   , 你    都    能    见    到    热    带    森    林    般    茂    密    的    须    发   

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