英语故事:圣诞节发生的一个感人故事(4)
我下了电车一路走回家,空中弥漫着圣诞节的欢乐气氛。铃儿叮当响着,孩子们在寒风刺骨的黄昏里叫喊着;四周是万家灯火,每个人在奔跑着,欢笑着。但我知道,对我来说,将没有圣诞节可言,没有礼物,没有怀念,什么都没有。
As l struggled through the snowdrifts, l had just about reached the lowest Point in my life. Unless a miracle happened, I would be homeless in January, foodless, jobless. I had prayed steadily for weeks, and there had been no answer but this coldness and darkness, this harsh air, this abandonment.
处在人生低谷的我在暴风雪中艰难地行走着。除非奇迹出现,要不我在1月份便将无家可归,没有食物,也没有工作。我已经坚持祈祷了好几个星期,但没有任何回应,只有这寒冷,这黑暗,这刺骨的风,还有这被遗弃的痛苦。
God and men had completely forgotten me. I felt so helpless and so lonely. What was to become of us?
上帝和人类都把我完全遗忘了。我感到自己那么无力,那么孤独。我们的命运将如何呢?
I looked in my mail box. There were only bills in it, a sheaf of them, and two white envelopes which I was sure contained more bills. I went up three dusty flights of stairs and I cried, shivering in my thin coat.
回到家我打开邮箱,只有一把账单,还有两个白色的信封,肯定里面装的也是账单。我爬上三层积满灰尘的楼梯,禁不住凄然泪下,又加衣衫单薄冷得直打哆嗦。
But I made myself smile so I could greet my little daughter with a Pretense of happiness. She opened the door for me and threw herself in my arms, screaming joyously and demanding that we decorate the tree immediately.