自己手动翻译的....翻译也是个累人的活啊【泪目】
英文原文：
THE GRANDMOTHER'S TALE
A woman had finished her baking, so she asked her daughter to take a fresh gallette and a pot of cream to her grandmother, who lived in a forest cottage. The girl set off, and on her way, she met a Bzou - a Werewolf.
The Bzou stopped the girl and asked,
"Where are you going? What do you carry?"
"I'm going my grandmother's house," said the girl, "And I'm bringing her bread and cream."
"Which path will you take?" the Bzou asked, "The Path of Needles? Or the Path of Pins?
"I'll take the Path of Pins," said the girl,
"Why then, I'll take the Path of Needles, and we'll see who gets there first."
The girl set off. The Bzou set off. And the Bzou reached grandmother's cottage first. He quickly killed the old woman and gobbled her up; flesh, blood and bone. Except for a bit of flesh, which he left on a little dish on the pantry shelf, and except for a bit of blood, which he drained into a little bottle. Then the Bzou dressed in grandmother's cape and shawl, and climbed into bed.
When the girl arrived, the Bzou called out,
"Pull the peg and come in, my child,"
"Grandmother," said the girl, "Mother has sent me here with a Gallette and cream."
"Put them in the pantry, child. Are you hungry?"
"Yes I am, grandmother,"
"Then cook the meat that you'll find on the shelf. Are you thirsty?"
"Yes I am, grandmother,"
"Then drink the bottle of wine you'll find on the shelf beside it, child,"
As the young girl cooked and ate the meat, a little cat piped up and cried,
"You are eating the flesh of your grandmother!"
"Throw your shoe at that noisy cat, my child," said the Bzou.
And so she did.
As she drank the wine, a little bird cried out,
"You are drinking the blood of your grandmother!"
"Throw your other shoe at that noisy bird, my child," said the Bzou.
And so she did.
When she finished her meal, the Bzou said,
"Are you tired from your journey, child? Then take off your clothes; come to bed and I shall warm you up,"
"Where shall I put my apron, grandmother?"
"Throw it on the fire, child, for you won't need it anymore,"
"Where shall I put my bodice, grandmother?"
"Throw it on the fire, for you won't need it anymore,"
The girl repeats this question for her skirt, her petticoat and her stockings. The Bzou gives the same answer, and she throws each item on the fire.
As she comes to bed, she says to him,
"Grandmother... how hairy you are,"
"The better to keep you warm, my child,"
"Grandmother... what big arms you have,"
"The better to hold you close, my child,"
"Grandmother... what big ears you have,"
"The better to hear you with, my child,"
"Grandmother! What sharp teeth you have!"
"... The better to... EAT you with, my child. Now come and lay beside me!"
"But first I must go and relieve myself,"
"Do it in the bed, my child,"
"I cannot. I must go outside," the girl says, cleverly, for now she knows that it is the Bzou who is lying in grandmother's bed,
"Then go outside," the Bzou agrees, "But mind that you come back again, quick! I'll tie your ankle with a woolen thread, so I'll know just where you are."
He ties her ankle with the sturdy thread, but as soon as she gets outside, she quickly cuts the thread with her sowing scissors.
The Bzou, growing impatient, calls out,
"What, have you finished yet, my child?"
When he receives no answer, he calls again,
"Are you watering the grass? Or feeding the trees?"
No answer.
He leaps from bed, follows the thread, and finds the girl gone.
The Bzou gives chase, and soon the girl can hear him on the path behind her. She runs and runs, until she reaches a river that swept in-deep.
Some Laundresses work on the river's edge,
"Please, help me cross!" the girl pleads.
The Laundresses hold out a sheet over the river, and the girl crosses it, and she is soon safe on the other side.
Now the Bzou reaches the river, and bids the Laundresses help him cross.
They hold out a sheet over the river, but as soon as he is halfway over, they quickly release their grip on the sheet.
The Bzou falls into the river... and drowns.
3楼2011-04-17 06:06
