七個(gè)銅板

主要內(nèi)容：

小說以母親的笑貫穿全篇，描寫一個(gè)貧苦的婦女為了湊夠七個(gè)銅板，買一塊肥皂給家人洗衣服，不得不翻箱倒柜，最后在一個(gè)老乞丐的幫助下，才湊夠七個(gè)銅板，可肥皂卻沒買成，女主人終于笑的咯了血的悲慘故事。反映了20世紀(jì)初匈牙利勞動(dòng)人民的貧困和痛苦，贊揚(yáng)了母子間、窮人間深刻的理解和淳樸真誠(chéng)的友愛。

作者介紹：

莫里茲早期短篇小說《七個(gè)銅板》，以別開生面的形式描寫了窮人的“哭”與“笑”，因內(nèi)容與形式的創(chuàng)新而轟動(dòng)文壇。第一次世界大戰(zhàn)期間到前線采訪，1916年發(fā)表了反戰(zhàn)小說《窮人》。中篇小說《火炬》描寫一個(gè)有志于社會(huì)改革的青年牧師被舊勢(shì)力同化的過程。20年代的中篇小說《一生做好人》、長(zhǎng)篇三部曲《愛爾德伊》、長(zhǎng)篇小說《通宵達(dá)旦》、《老爺?shù)目駳g》和《親戚》，多以揭露封建社會(huì)的腐朽墮落和探索治國(guó)道路為主題。 30年代寫出《 幸福的人》、《強(qiáng)盜》、《羅饒·山多爾》等小說，反映農(nóng)民悲慘遭遇和反抗斗爭(zhēng)。莫里茲一生還寫過80多部劇本，大部分根據(jù)自己的小說改編。SEVEN PENNIES

The gods in their wisdom have granted the benefit of laughter also to the poor.

The tenants of huts do not wail all the time, often enough a hearty laughter comes ringing from their dwellings. I might even go to the length of saying that the poor often laugh when they have every reason to cry.

I happen to be thoroughly familiar with that kind of world. The generation of the Soós tribe that had brought forth my father went through the direst stages of destitution. At that time, my father worked as a day-labourer in a machine shop. There was nothing for him, nor for anyone else, to brag about in those days. (Yet brag they did.)

And it is a fact that never in my life was I to laugh as much as in those very years of my childhood.

How, indeed, should I ever again have laughed so heartily after I had lost my merry, red-cheeked mother, who used to laugh so sweetly that, in the end, tears came trickling down her cheeks and her laughter ended in a fit of coughing that almost choked her...

But she never laughed as merrily as on the afternoon which we spent searching for seven pennies. We searched, and we found them, too. Three were in the drawer of the sewing machine one in the cupboard... the rest were more difficult to find.

My mother found the first three pennies all by herself. She thought there ought to be more coins in the drawer, for she used to turn a penny by sewing and kept whatever she earned in that drawer. To me, the drawer of the sewing machine seemed an inexhaustible gold mine, and whenever you delved into it, all your wishes came true.

Thus I was flabbergasted to see my mother digging into a mess of needles, thimbles, scissors, bits of ribbon, braid and buttons, and, after she had poked around in them a while, to hear her say in astonishment:

"They have gone into hiding."

"Who?"

"The coins," she said with a laugh.