Lottery (foreign short) Zhang Bao with the same translation 2017.9.13

Ivan Demesruz was a middle-class man whose family earned 1,200 rubles a year. He was quite satisfied with his life. After dinner, he sat down on the couch and began to read the newspaper. "I forgot to read the newspaper today. His wife said to him as she wiped the table. "See if the winning numbers are announced. "Okay, I'll take a look. Ivan Dmitriz said, "But did your ticket expire?" "No, I only got interest on Tuesday." "What is the number?" "Series 9499, No. 26. "Okay, let's take a look, 9499 and 26." Ivan Dmitriz has always been skeptical of the lottery and will always be so, but as a rule, he is still quite willing to look at the list of winning numbers, and now, he happens to have nothing to do, and the newspaper is in front of him, and he points his finger to the numbers in the lower column of the newspaper and looks at it. Immediately, as if to laugh at his suspicions, in the second row of the column, his eyes were suddenly attracted by the number 9499!

He couldn't believe his eyes, he hurriedly put the newspaper on his lap, and didn't look at the number in the newspaper, as if someone had suddenly poured a basin of cold water on his head, making him feel a refreshing coolness, exciting, terrifying, and sweet. He immediately shouted in a somewhat hollow voice, "Martha, the number is exactly 9499!" and his wife looked at his stunned face and realized that he was not joking. "Is it 9499?" asked his wife, who turned pale and threw the folded tablecloth on the table. "Yes, that's the number, absolutely!" "Look at the lottery numbers again." "Okay, wait a minute, and we'll have to look at the lottery numbers again. No, I said, anyway, the series numbers of the lottery have already matched. Anyway, you should understand. Looking at his wife, Ivan Dmetrez smiled broadly and meaninglessly, like a baby being teased with a bright object. His wife laughed too, and to her, just like him, she was very excited to just say the series of numbers for the lottery, even though she hadn't looked for the winning numbers again.

It's so sweet and thrilling to torture yourself with the temptation to get rich overnight!" After a long silence, Ivan Dmitriz said to his wife, "So we may have won the jackpot, it's just a probability, maybe we won." "Well, I'll just wait and see. "Wait a little longer, we have plenty of time to be disappointed. The series numbers are in the second row of the column, and the grand prize is 75,000 rubles. That's not money, it's power and capital! I'm going to look at the lottery numbers, and the numbers are 26! I said, what if we do win the jackpot?"

The husband and wife began to laugh and stared at each other silently. The possibility of winning the lottery puzzled them, but they couldn't tell, they never dreamed that they would get 75,000 rubles, what would they buy with the money, where would they travel? But somehow, they can't imagine how possible happiness itself is.

With the paper in his hand, Ivan Dmitriz walked from corner to corner several times, as if he had begun to wake up from a dream, "if we win the jackpot," he said, "yes, it will be a new life for us, a major turning point in life." This lottery ticket is yours, but if it were mine, I would first spend 25,000 rubles on real estate, 10,000 for direct consumption, buying new furniture, traveling, paying off debts to others, etc., and the remaining 40,000 rubles, I would put it in the bank for interest. "Yes, it would be nice to buy a piece of land," said the wife, who sat down, put her hand on her lap, and said happily, "in the province of Thule or in the province of Orel." ”

First of all, we don't need a winter house, and it will bring income. His mind was full of all kinds of imaginations, and each one was more poetic than the other. In these imaginations, he saw himself eating and drinking, spicy, peaceful, healthy, warm, and even feeling hot! He drank a cup of thin summer soup and felt as cool as ice, and he felt very hot lying on the scorching sand near the stream, or lying in the garden under the linden tree. His little boys and girls were crawling close to him, digging in the sand or catching ladybugs in the grass. He snoozes sweetly, thinking about nothing, thinking that he doesn't have to go to the office today, and he doesn't have to go to the office today, tomorrow, or the day after tomorrow. Perhaps tired of lying down, he went to the meadows, or the mushroom forest, or watched the farmers catch fish with their nets.

When the sun set, he took a towel and soap and strolled into the swimming shed, where he took off his clothes and began to relax, slowly rubbing his bare chest with his hands, and then into the water. In the water, in opaque soap rings, small fish swim around, and green aquatic plants sway incessantly. After the bath, there is tea, cream and milk bread to enjoy. In the evening, he went out for a walk with his neighbors.

"Yes, it would be nice to buy a piece of real estate," his wife was also dreaming, and it was clear from her face that she was captivated by her imagination. Ivan Dmitriz imagines a rainy autumn, a cold night, and a summer in St. Martin. During that season, he would walk farther in the garden and by the river, feeling cold, and then drink a large glass of vodka, eat some pickled mushrooms or cucumbers, and then drink some other drinks. The children came running from the vegetable garden with carrots and the fresh, earthy smell of turnips. Then, lying on the sofa, he calmly opened a pictorial, or covered his face with the pictorial, unbuttoned his vest, and slowly fell asleep.

Summer in Saint-Martin is followed by cloudy and gloomy weather. It rained every day, the bare trees were crying, and the wind was wet and cold. Dogs, horses, chickens, all soaked, discouraged, depressed, with nowhere to go, a day when they can't go out, a man pacing around the room, looking out of the gray window in frustration. How dreary it all is!

Ivan Dmitriz stopped, looked at his wife, and said, "Martha, you know, I should travel abroad. ”

He began to think about how good it would be to go to the south of France or somewhere in Italy and India in late autumn. The wife said, "I'm going abroad too, but look at the numbers on the lottery again!" "Wait, wait!" he paced around the room, thinking. It occurred to him that what if his wife really went abroad? Traveling alone is naturally very pleasant, in this wonderful and bright world, careless women only see what they see, they only have children in their minds, and they don't think too much about the trip itself. Ivan Dmitriz imagined his wife carrying multiple parcels, baskets and bags on the train, and she would sigh at something, complaining that the train ride would give her a headache and that the trip would cost her so much money.

When the train stopped at the station, he always had to run to buy some boiling water, bread and butter. But she didn't eat dinner because she thought it was too expensive. "She's never willing to spend every penny of my money," he said, and thought, "the lottery is hers, not mine! Besides, what's the use of her going abroad? What does she want? She will lock herself in the hotel and not want me to see her." I know!"

For the first time in his life, he thought that his wife had grown up and was of a mediocre appearance. When she cooks, she gets that kitchen smell all over her. He is still young, healthy, energetic, and can remarry. "Of course, this is all stupid nonsense," he thought, "but why did she go abroad? What did she think? Of course, she would definitely go, and I can imagine that there are too many people like her in reality." Whether it's Naples or Klin, she's definitely going. I will rely on her, and I can imagine that she will be like the average woman, who locks up the money as soon as she gets it. She would hide the money behind my back. She would take care of her own relatives and would feel resentment for me for every penny she spent.

Ivan Dmitriz thought of her relatives. Those poor siblings, uncles and aunts will surely come running to them as soon as they hear the news that they have won. He began to complain to them that he was as poor as a beggar, and stammered at them with that greasy and hypocritical smile. If you give them some favor, they will demand more from you. If you can't satisfy their appetites, they will curse you, slander you, and want you to suffer all sorts of calamities and misfortunes.

Ivan Dmitriz also thought of his relatives, and saw their faces, and he had always looked at them with a very fair eye, feeling that they disgusted and disgusted him so much, that he thought they were reptiles at best. And his wife's face also made him feel disgusted and disgusted, and anger came over him at once, and he thought with malice that she knew nothing about the meaning of money, and that was why she was so stingy. If she really wins the jackpot, she will only give me a hundred roubles at most, and then lock up all the rest of the money.

He looked at his wife, and there was no smile on his face, only hatred. His wife also glanced at him with hatred and anger. She also has her own daydreams and her own thoughts, as well as her own opinions. She knew very well what her husband was thinking, he wanted to get the prize first, and it was of course very wonderful to use other people's money to daydream about it. This thought was evident in her eyes. "No, you dare!" the husband saw her expression, and hatred began to burn in his chest again. To infuriate his wife, he glanced quickly from the fourth page of the newspaper and read triumphantly towards her, "Series 9499, No. 46, not No. 26!"

Suddenly, all hatred and hope were shattered and vanished. In front of Ivan Dmitriz and his wife was still their small, dark and pitiful little room. They had already eaten dinner, but it was not well done, and it made him feel heavy in his stomach, and he was not comfortable at all. The night was very long and frustrating. "What the hell?" cried Ivan Dmitriz to his wife, grumbling angrily, "this room is never cleaned! Everywhere you go, you either step on pieces of paper, or you see crumbs and peels all over the floor." Do you see that there are still people in this house? I can't stay here for a day, so I might as well hang myself from the poplar tree in front of the door!"