Les Misérables by Victor Hugo
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1.splash 落水声
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Chapter 6: The Barricades
It is a long night at the barricade in the Rue de la Chanvrerie.
The news is bad.
More and more soldiers are arriving in the city, but the people stay in their homes.
This time, they don't want to fight the government, only the students are still at the barricades waiting for the soldiers, bullets and death.
Then a new man arrives at the barricade, a big man in dark clothes.
Mario stares,it is Cosette's father, he is certain.
Is he a friend or an enemy, who knows?
Inside the tavern, Javert, too, waits for death.
Rebels shoot spies, he knows that.
Does he think about his life? Waiting there in the tavern? Is the law always right? Can a criminal change and be a good man?Does Javert ask these questions, who knows?
Daylight comes and the shooting begins.
“Rat ta tat, rat ta tat, rat ta tat…”, on the barricade, noise and shouting, cries and screams.
Valjean saves Jean Enjolras's life.
Two men die,Valjean carries the bodies into the tavern, sees Javert and Javert sees him.
Then the shooting stops.
The Rebelsneed more bullets, and Gavroche runs out to the front of the barricade.
“Come back, Gavroche!”, he doesn't listen and start singing.
There are dead soldiers lying in the street, Gavroche takes the bullets from their bags and puts them into his bag.
He is small and quick, and his bag is nearly full before the soldiers start shooting at him.
“Come back, Gavroche!”, he sings louder, but the fifth bullet hits him and he falls down in the street.
He moves once, then falls back.
Gavroche is dead.
A child of the Paris streets, his singing now stopped forever,just another dead body in the rebellion.
Smoke from the guns is everywhere, it is hard to see anything, but Marius runs out into the street, picks Gavroche up and runs back.
He puts the small body on a table in the tavern and cries.
It is going to be a long day.
Behind the barricade, Enjolras talked to the men.
“They're going to attack again soon, 60 soldiers to every one of us. Mariusand I are your two leaders, Gavroche brought us bullets, so let's use them well and fight to the end.”
“Let's kill the spy now.” said one of the men.
Then Valjean spoke, “give him to me. I can do that for you. I'd like to shoot him.”
Enjolras looked at him, “You saved my life, friend. You can have the spy.”
Valjean took Javert out of the tavern to a little street behind.
He took out a knife.
“Oh, a knife,” said Javert, “of course, a criminal's way to kill,so kill me and be quick.”
Valjean said nothing.
He cut the ropes around Javert's arms and legs, then stood up and said “You're free to go.”
Javert stared,he could not understand this.
“I live in the Rue de l'Homme-Armé. The next time we meet, you can arrest me. Now, go.”
Javert turned and walked away.
Valjean fired his gun into the air, then went back to the barricade.
“It's done.”he told Enjolras.
Now the second attack began.
The government had more men, more guns, more bullets, and one by one the students began to die.
Marius was on top of the barricade.
He was one of the last men still alive, but then 1, 2 bullets hit him, and he fell.
Two great hands at once, picked him up.
Cosette whispered Marius, and then he went into that dark night.
Jean Valjean knew Paris well, knew its little back streets, its secret places.
He used them now with the dead or dying Marius in his arms.
He ran through the back street, watching at every corner.
Night came, and the sky was full of the smoke from the guns.
Valjean stopped to rest, in Marius's pocket, he found a piece of paper, “Take my body to my grandfather's house.”
The address was in the Le Marais, not far away.
Valjean began to pick up Marius's body again, and a hand came down hard on his shoulder.
Valjean turned, Javert stood behind him.
“What are you doing here,” he said, “who is this man?”
Valjean stood up.
“Inspector Javert,” he said, “I told you I'm tired of running and hiding. You can arrest me, put me back in prison. I ask just one thing, help me to take this young man home, that is all.”
“He's dead,”said Javert.
“No, not yet,he lives in the Le Marais with his grandfather. Look…”
He showed Javertthe piece of paper.
Javert read the address, then called to a carriage along the street.
They put Marius's body on the back seat and sat side by side on the front seat.
At the house of Marius's grandfather, a servant opened the door.
She gave a little scream when she saw Marius in Valjean's arms.
“It's Monsieur Marius, take the boy in,” said Javert, “I'm waiting for you here at the door.”
His voice was different.
Uncertain,Valjean looked at him, then carried Marius's body into the house.
“Call a doctor quickly!” he said to the servants, “He was out the barricade and has two bullets still in him.”
Then he came back downstairs and out into the street.
Javert was gone.
Valjean looked up and down the street, nothing, nobody.
Down by the River Seine, near the Place du Chatelet, Javert stoodon the bridge, looking down into the water.
“What must I do?” he thought, but for the first time in his life he had no answer.
Valjean's words at the barricade went through his head again and again,“You're free to go, free to go, free to go.”
“I can do one of two things,”Javert said to the river, “I can arrest him or I cannot arrest him and say you are free to go. But the law is the law, so I must arrest him. But he gave me my life, so I must give him his life. But the law is the law.”
And a voice in Javert's head said, “You worked for the law all your life, but Jean Valjean is a better man than you are.”
For a long time, Javert stared down at the river, but the river gave him no answer to his question.
Then he took off his hat and put it carefully on the ground.
A moment later, he stood high on the bridge, then fell down into the dark river.
There was a splash,and that was all.
翻译
第六章：街垒
在尚夫雷里街的街垒，这是一个漫长的夜晚。
局势很不妙。
越来越多的士兵正在涌入这座城市，但普通百姓都躲在家里不敢出来。
这一次，他们不想再反抗政府了。只有那些学生们依然坚守在街垒，等待着士兵、子弹和死亡。
这时，街垒上来了一个陌生人，一个穿着深色衣服的高大男人。
马吕斯死死盯着他，他确信那是珂赛特的父亲。
他究竟是敌是友，谁又知道呢？
在酒馆里，沙威也在等待着死亡。
他知道，起义者们是会枪毙密探的。
在酒馆里苦等的时候，他有没有思考过自己的人生？法律永远都是绝对正确的吗？一个罪犯真的能改邪归正，成为一个好人吗？沙威会问自己这些问题吗？谁又知道呢？
天亮了，枪声随之响起。
“哒哒哒，哒哒哒，哒哒哒……”街垒上充斥着巨大的噪音、呼喊声和惨叫声。
冉阿让救了安灼拉的命。
两名起义者牺牲了，冉阿让把他们的遗体抬进酒馆，他看见了沙威，沙威也看见了他。
随后，枪声短暂地停歇了。
起义者们需要更多的子弹，加夫罗什冲到了街垒的最前面。
“回来，加夫罗什！”但他根本不听，反而唱起了歌。
街上有几具士兵的尸体，加夫罗什从他们的弹药袋里掏出子弹，装进自己的口袋里。
他身形娇小，动作敏捷，在士兵们开始向他开枪之前，他的口袋几乎已经装满了。
“回来，加夫罗什！”他唱得更大声了，但第五颗子弹击中了他，他倒在了街上。
他挣扎着动了一下，然后重重地倒了下去。
加夫罗什死了。
这个在巴黎街头长大的野孩子，他的歌声永远地停息了，他成了这场反叛中又一具冰冷的尸体。
到处弥漫着枪炮的硝烟，什么都看不清。但马吕斯还是冲到了街上，抱起加夫罗什，又跑了回来。
他把那小小的身躯放在酒馆的桌子上，痛哭失声。
这将是漫长的一天。
在街垒后方，安灼拉对众人说道：
“他们很快又会发起进攻。敌军人数是我们的六十倍。马吕斯和我是你们的领袖，加夫罗什为我们弄来了子弹，让我们好好利用它们，战斗到最后一刻。”
“现在就把那个密探毙了吧！”其中一个人喊道。
这时，冉阿让开口了：“把他交给我吧。我来替你们解决，我想亲自枪毙他。”
安灼拉看着他：“朋友，你救过我的命。你可以处置这个密探。”
冉阿让把沙威从酒馆里带出来，走到后面的一条小巷。
他掏出了一把刀。
“哦，用刀啊，”沙威说，“当然，这是罪犯杀人的方式。那就杀了我吧，快点。”
冉阿让一言不发。
他割断了绑在沙威手脚上的绳子，然后站起身说：“你自由了，走吧。”
沙威死死盯着他，完全无法理解这一切。
“我住在武人街7号。下次我们再相遇，你可以逮捕我。现在，走吧。”
沙威转过身，走了。
冉阿让朝空中开了一枪，然后回到了街垒。
“解决了。”他对安灼拉说。
现在，第二次进攻开始了。
政府军拥有更多的人、更多的枪和更多的子弹，学生们开始一个接一个地倒下。
马吕斯站在街垒的最顶端。
他是最后几个还活着的战士之一，但紧接着，一两颗子弹击中了他，他摔了下去。
一双宽大的手瞬间将他接住。
“珂赛特……”马吕斯喃喃低语，随后便陷入了无尽的黑暗。
冉阿让对巴黎了如指掌，熟悉每一条幽暗的后巷和隐秘的角落。
此刻，他正抱着垂死的马吕斯，在这些小巷中穿梭。
他背着马吕斯在暗巷中狂奔，在每个拐角处都警惕地观察着。
夜幕降临，天空中弥漫着火药的浓烟。
冉阿让停下来稍作休息，他在马吕斯的口袋里摸到了一张纸条：“把我的遗体送到我祖父家。”
地址在玛黑区，离这里不远。
冉阿让重新背起马吕斯，突然，一只大手重重地拍在了他的肩膀上。
冉阿让猛地回过头，沙威就站在他身后。
“你在这里干什么？”沙威问，“这个人是谁？”
冉阿让站起身。
“沙威警长，”他说，“我告诉过你，我已经厌倦了东躲西藏。你可以逮捕我，把我重新关进监狱。但我只有一个请求：帮我把这个年轻人送回家，仅此而已。”
“他已经死了。”沙威说。
“不，还没死。他和祖父住在玛黑区。你看……”
他把那张纸条拿给沙威看。
沙威看了看地址，然后向街上叫来了一辆马车。
他们把马吕斯放在马车后座上，两人并肩坐在前排。
在马吕斯祖父的家门前，一个女仆打开了门。
当她看到马吕斯躺在冉阿让的怀里时，忍不住发出一声尖叫。
“是马吕斯少爷，快把少爷抬进去，”沙威说，“我就在门口等你。”
他的声音听起来有些异样。
冉阿让疑惑地看了他一眼，然后抱着马吕斯走进了屋子。
“快叫医生！”他对仆人们说，“他刚从街垒上下来，体内还留着两颗子弹。”
随后，他走下楼，回到了街上。
沙威已经不见了。
冉阿让环顾街道的两头，什么也没有，什么人也没有。
在塞纳河畔、沙特雷广场附近，沙威正站在桥上，低头凝视着脚下的河水。
“我该怎么办？”他想，但这是他一生中第一次找不到答案。
冉阿让在街垒上说的话在他脑海中一遍又一遍地回荡：“你自由了，走吧，自由了，走吧。”
“我只能做两件事中的一件，”沙威对着河水喃喃自语，“要么逮捕他，要么不逮捕他，告诉他‘你自由了’。但法律就是法律，所以我必须逮捕他。但他给了我一条命，所以我必须还他一条命。可是，法律就是法律啊。”
沙威的脑海中有一个声音在说：“你一生都在为法律效劳，但冉阿让比你更是一个高尚的人。”
沙威久久地凝视着脚下的河水，但河水并没有给他任何答案。
然后，他摘下帽子，小心翼翼地放在地上。
片刻之后，他站在高高的桥栏上，纵身跃入了黑暗的河水中。
只听“扑通”一声水响，一切便归于死寂。
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