双语对照 | 书虫二级《钢琴之恋》：1.化妆间里
1.In the Dressing-room
1.化妆间里
SIR ANTHONY EVANS PLAYS LISZT. The words above the door of the theatre were a metre high. On the wall there was a big picture of Sir Anthony at the piano. Hundreds of people were waiting outside the ticket office. It was Sir Anthony's eightieth birthday concert and everybody wanted a ticket. I had a special ticket, because I was a newspaper reporter. I wanted to talk to the famous pianist before his concert. I showed my ticket to the doorman and went into the theatre. Then I walked upstairs to the dressing-rooms.
安东尼·埃文斯爵士演奏会。曲目：李斯特。横幅张挂在剧院门口，每个字都高达一米。墙上挂着一幅安东尼爵士弹奏钢琴的巨幅肖像画。售票处门外排着几百人的长队。这是安东尼爵士的八十寿辰音乐会，每个人都想要张票。由于我是报社记者，所以得到了一张记者专用票。我想在音乐会开始之前采访这位著名的钢琴家。我把票出示给看门人，然后走进了剧院，朝楼上的化妆间走去。
On my way upstairs I thought about the famous pianist. I was a little afraid. My mouth was dry and my hands were shaking.
我一边上楼，一边想着这位著名的钢琴家。我有点害怕，我的嘴巴发干，手也在抖。
I arrived outside the dressing-room.
我来到化妆间门外。
There was a big gold star on the door.
门上有一颗很大的金色的星星。
I knocked, and a tall man opened it. He was very old, but his eyes were blue and bright. He was wearing black trousers and a beautiful white shirt. He had a lot of straight, silvery hair. He looked just like his picture on the wall of the theatre.
我敲了敲门，一位高个子男士开了门。他的年纪很大了，可是眼睛湛蓝湛蓝的，眼神明亮。他穿着黑色的长裤和漂亮的白衬衫，满头笔直的银发。他看上去跟剧院墙上的那幅画里一模一样。
'My name's Sally Hill,' I began. 'I...'
“我叫萨莉·希尔，”我开口道，“我……”
The old man saw my notebook and smiled at me.
老人看见我的笔记本，对我露出了微笑。
'Don't tell me. You're a reporter. Which newspaper do you work for?'
“啊，不用说，你是记者。你是哪一家报社的?”
'The Sunday Times, sir.'
“《星期日时报》，先生。”
'A very good newspaper. Come in and sit down. Ask your questions. We were young once, weren't we, Linda? But of course that was a long time ago.'
“那是家很好的报纸。进来，坐吧。有什么问题就问吧。我们也曾经年轻过，对不对，琳达?不过，那当然是很久很久以前的事情了。”
He turned to a tall woman, who was standing in the corner. She smiled at me with friendly brown eyes. 'So this is Lady Evans,' I thought. 'What a nice face she has! She looks like a farmer's wife.'
他转向角落里站着的一位高个子女士。她那双褐色的眼睛含着友好的笑意看着我。“那么，这一位一定是埃文斯夫人了，”我心想，“她的脸庞真慈祥!她看上去就像农夫的妻子。”
I was not afraid any more. I sat down and opened my notebook.
我不再感到害怕了。我坐下来，摊开笔记本。
'Tell me about yourself, please, Sir Anthony. Did you come from a musical family? Did you start to learn the piano when you were three, like Mozart?'
“请告诉我一些关于您自己的事情，安东尼爵士。您出身于音乐世家吗?您是不是像莫扎特那样，三岁就开始学习弹钢琴了?”
The famous pianist smiled. 'No, no, my dear. I am the first musician in my family. And I was fourteen years old before I touched a piano for the first time.' He saw the surprise on my face. 'We have a little time before my concert. I'll tell you my story. It's a strange story, but every word of it is true. You see, I left school when I was thirteen. Everybody called me Tony in those days. I worked on a farm...'
这位著名的钢琴演奏家笑道：“不，亲爱的孩子，不是这样。我是我们家出的头一个音乐家。一直到14岁，我才第一次接触钢琴。”他看到我脸上讶异的神色，接着说：“音乐会开始之前，我们能有一小会儿时间，让我把我的故事讲给你听吧。这是一个不可思议的故事，但字字句句都是真的。是这样的，我13岁就离开了学校。那会儿他们都叫我托尼。我在一个农场里干活儿……”
It was an exciting story and he told it well. At first I tried to write everything down in my notebook. Then the pen fell from my hand and I just listened. I was lost in Sir Anthony's wonderful story. He told me about an old school behind a high wall in a dirty street. There was broken glass on top of the wall. The school yard was very small. As he spoke, pictures came into my mind. I saw a little boy called Tony Evans, playing football with an old tin...
他娓娓道出了一个令人激动的故事。起初，我试图把他说的每一句话都记在笔记本上。然而，听着听着，笔从我手中滑落，我只是投入地听他讲述。我沉浸在安东尼爵士那个奇妙的故事当中。他向我讲到一条肮脏的小巷里高墙内的一所旧学校，墙头插着碎玻璃，学校的院子很窄小。他讲着讲着，我脑海里渐渐浮现出这样一幅画面：一个名叫托尼·埃文斯的小男孩，把一个旧罐头盒当足球踢着……
