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    الصورة الرمزية دمرني الشوووق
    تاريخ التسجيل : Apr 2009
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    التقييم : 50

    بياناتى الأكاديمية

    التخصص

    :اللغه الانجليزيه وادابها

    الكلية

    : كلية اللغات والترجمة

    المستوى

    : السابع

    التفاعل

    مواضيعى

    : 11

    مشاركاتى

    : 11

    مقالات المدونة :

    روايه سماح ثابت


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    الصورة الرمزية "KSA"

    تاريخ التسجيل : Oct 2008
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    بياناتى الأكاديمية

    نظام الدراسة

    :

    التخصص

    : اللغة الانجليزية

    الكلية

    : كلية اللغات والترجمة

    المستوى

    : السابع

    التفاعل

    مواضيعى

    : 5

    مشاركاتى

    : 5

    مقالات المدونة :


    عندي ذي الاقتباسات
    CHAPTER I
    In the late summer of that year we lived in a house
    in a village that looked across the river and the plain to
    the mountains. In the bed of the river there were pebbles
    and boulders, dry and white in the sun, and the
    water was clear and swiftly moving and blue in the
    channels. Troops went by the house and down the road
    and the dust they raised powdered the leaves of the
    trees. The trunks of the trees too were dusty and the
    leaves fell early that year and we saw the troops marching
    along the road and the dust rising and leaves, stirred
    by the breeze, falling and the soldiers marching and
    afterward the road bare and white except for the leaves.
    The plain was rich with crops; there were many
    orchards of fruit trees and beyond the plain the mountains
    were brown and bare. There was fighting in the
    mountains and at night we could see the flashes from
    the artillery. In the dark it was like summer lightning,
    but the nights were cool and there was not the feeling
    of a storm coming.
    Sometimes in the dark we heard the troops marching
    under the window and guns going past pulled by motortractors.
    There was much traffic at night and many
    mules on the roads with boxes of ammunition on each
    side of their pack-saddles and gray motor-trucks that
    carried men, and other trucks with loads covered with
    canvas that moved slower in the traffic. There were big
    guns too that passed in the day drawn by tractors, the
    long barrels of the guns covered with green branches
    and green leafy branches and vines laid over the tractors.
    To the north we could look across a valley …..


    At the start of the winter came the permanent rain
    and with the rain came the cholera. But it was checked
    and in the end only seven thousand died of it in the
    army

    CHAPTER III
    When I came back to the front we still lived in that
    town. There were many more guns in the country
    around and the spring had come. The fields were green
    and there were small green shoots on the vines, the trees
    along the road had small leaves and a breeze came from
    the sea. I saw the town with the hill and the old castle
    above it in a cup in the hills with the mountains beyond,
    brown mountains with a little green on their slopes. In
    the town there were more guns, there were some new
    hospitals, you met British men and sometimes women,
    on the street, and a few more houses had been hit by
    shell fire. It was warm and like the spring and I
    walked down the alleyway of trees, warmed from the
    sun on the wall, and found we still lived in the same
    house and that it all looked the same as when I had left
    it. The door was open, there was a soldier sitting on a
    bench outside in the sun, an ambulance was waiting by
    the side door and inside the door, as I went in, there
    was the smell of marble floors and hospital. It was all
    as I had left it except that now it was spring. I looked
    in the door of the big room and saw the major sitting
    at his desk, the window open and the sunlight coming
    into the room. He did not see me and I did not know
    whether to go in and report or go upstairs first and
    clean up. I decided to go on upstairs.
    The room I shared with the lieutenant Rinaldi looked
    out on the courtyard. The window was open, my bed
    was made up with blankets and my things hung on the
    wall, the gas mask in an oblong tin can, the steel helmet
    on the same peg.

    CHAPTER 4
    "How do you do?" Miss Barkley said. "You're not
    an Italian, are you ?"
    "Oh, no."
    Rinaldi was talking with the other nurse. They were
    laughing.
    "What an odd thing—to be in the Italian army."
    "It's not really the army. It's only the ambulance."
    "It's very odd though. Why did you do it?"
    "I don't know," I said. "There isn't always an explanation
    for everything."
    "Oh, isn't there? I was brought up to think there
    was."
    "That's awfully nice."
    "Do we have to go on and talk this way?"
    "No," I said.
    "That's a relief. Isn't it?"
    "What is the stick?" I asked. Miss Barkley was
    quite tall. She wore what seemed to me to be a nurse's
    uniform, was blonde and had a tawny skin and gray
    eyes. I thought she was very beautiful. She was carrying
    a thin rattan stick like a toy riding-crop, bound in
    leather.
    "It belonged to a boy who was killed last year."
    "I'm awfully sorry."
    "He was a very nice boy. He was going to marry
    me and he was killed in the Somme."
    "It was a ghastly show."
    "Were you there ?"
    "No."
    "I've heard about it," she said. "There's not really
    any war of that sort down here. They sent me the little
    stick. His mother sent it to me. They returned it with
    his things."
    "Had you been engaged long?"
    "Eight years. We grew up together."
    "And why didn't you marry?"
    "I don't know," she said. "I was a fool not to. I
    could have given him that anyway. But I thought it
    would be bad for him."
    1 see.
    "Have you ever loved any one?"
    "No," I said
    We sat down on a bench and I looked at her.
    "You have beautiful hair," I said.
    "Do you like it?"
    "Very much."
    "I was going to cut it all off when he died."
    "No."

    Chapter 5
    "I can come here though."
    "Oh, yes. We're not cloistered."
    "Let's drop the war."
    "It's very hard. There's no place to drop it."
    "Let's drop it anyway."
    "All right."
    We looked at each other in the dark. I thought she
    was very beautiful



    Chapter 6
    I knew I did not love Catherine
    Barkley nor had any idea of loving her. This was a
    game, like bridge, in which you said things instead of
    playing cards. Like bridge you had to pretend you
    were playing for money or playing for some stakes.
    Nobody had mentioned what the stakes were. It was
    all right with me.
    "I wish there was some place we could go," I said.
    I was experiencing the masculine difficulty of making
    love very long standing up.
    "There isn't any place," she said. She came back
    from wherever she had been.
    "We might sit there just for a little while."
    ……
    She looked down at the grass.
    "This is a rotten game we play, isn't it?"
    "What game?"
    "Don't be dull."
    "I'm not, on purpose."
    "You're a nice boy," she said. "And you play it as
    well as you know how. But it's a rotten game."
    "Do you always know what people think?"
    "Not always. But I do with you. You don't have to
    pretend you love me. That's over for the evening. Is
    there anything you'd like to talk about?"
    "But I do love you."
    "Please let's not lie when we don't have to. I had
    a very fine little show and I'm all right now. You see
    I'm not mad and I'm not gone off. It's only a little
    sometimes."
    I pressed her hand, "Dear Catherine."
    "It sounds very funny now—Catherine. You don't
    pronounce it very much alike. But you're very nice.
    You're a very good boy."
    "That's what the priest said."
    "Yes, you're very good. And you will come and see
    me?"
    "Of course."
    "And you don't have to say you love me. That's all
    over for a while." She stood up and put out her hand.
    "Good-night.
    Chapter 7
    What was the matter with this war? Everybody
    said the French were through. Rinaldi said that
    the French had mutinied and troops marched on Paris.
    I asked him what happened and he said, "Oh, they
    stopped them." I wanted to go to Austria without war.
    I wanted to go to the Black Forest. I wanted to go to
    the Hartz Mountains. Where were the Hartz Mountains
    anyway? They were fighting in the Carpathians.
    I did not want to go there anyway. It might be good
    though. I could go to Spain if there was no war. The
    sun was going down and the day was cooling off. After
    supper I would go and see Catherine Barkley. I wished
    she were here now. I wished I were in Milan with her.
    I would like to eat at the Cova and then walk down the
    Via Manzoni in the hot evening and cross over

    I sat in the reception hall of the villa, waiting for
    Catherine Barkley to come down. Some one was coming
    down the hall-way. I stood up, but it was not
    Catherine. It was Miss Ferguson.
    "Hello," she said. "Catherine asked me to tell you
    she was sorry she couldn't see you this evening."
    "I'm so sorry. I hope she's not ill."
    "She's not awfully well."
    "Will you tell her how sorry I am?"
    "Yes, I will."
    "Do you think it would be any good to try and see
    her to-morrow ?"
    "Yes, I do."
    "Thank you very much," I said. "Good-night."
    I went out the door and suddenly I felt lonely and
    empty. I had treated seeing Catherine very lightly, I
    had gotten somewhat drunk and had nearly forgotten
    to come but when I could not see her there I was feeling
    lonely and hollow.


    Chapter 9
    "It could not be worse," Passini said respectfully.
    "There is nothing worse than war."
    "Defeat is worse."
    "I do not believe it," Passini said still respectfully.
    "What is defeat? You go home."
    "They come after you. They take your home. They
    take your sisters."
    "I don't believe it," Passini said. "They can't do that
    to everybody. Let everybody defend his home. Let
    them keep their sisters in the house."
    "They hang you. They come and make you be a
    soldier again. Not in the auto-ambulance, in the infantry."
    "They can't hang every one."
    "An outside nation can't make you be a soldier,"
    Manera said. "At the first battle you all run."
    "Like the Tchecos."
    "I think you do not know anything about being conquered
    and so you think it is not bad."
    "Tenente," Passini said. "We understand you let us
    talk. Listen. There is nothing as bad as war. We in
    the auto-ambulance cannot even realize at all how bad
    it is. When people realize how bad it is they cannot do
    anything to stop it because they go crazy. There are
    some people who never realize. There are people who
    are afraid of their officers. It is with them that war is
    made."
    "I know it is bad but we must finish it."
    "It doesn't finish. There is no finish to a war."

    The adjutant, looking up from the paper, "What inflicted
    the wounds ?"
    The medical captain, "What hit you ?"
    Me, with the eyes shut, "A trench mortar shell."
    The captain, doing things that hurt sharply and
    severing tissue—"Are you sure?"


    CHAPTER X
    In the ward at the field hospital they told me a visitor
    was coming to see me in the afternoon. It was a hot
    day and there were many flies in the room. My orderly
    had cut paper into strips and tied the strips to a stick to
    make a brush that swished the flies away. I watched
    them settle on the ceiling. When he stopped swishing
    and fell asleep they came down and I blew them away
    and finally covered my face with my hands and slept
    too. It was very hot and when I woke my legs itched.
    I waked the orderly and he poured mineral water on the
    dressings. That made the bed damp and cool. Those of
    us that were awake talked across the ward. The afternoon
    was a quiet time. In the morning they came to
    each bed in turn, three men nurses and a doctor and
    picked you up out of bed and carried you into the
    dressing room so that the beds could be made while
    we were having our wounds dressed. It was not a
    pleasant trip to the dressing room and I did not know
    until later that beds could be made with men in them.
    My orderly had finished pouring water and the bed felt
    cool and lovely and I was telling him where to scratch
    on the soles of my feet against the itching when one
    of the doctors brought in Rinaldi. He came in very
    fast and bent down over the bed and kissed me. I saw
    he wore gloves.
    "How are you, baby? How do you feel? I bring
    you this—" It was a bottle of cognac. The orderly
    brought a chair and he sat down, "and good news.
    You will be decorated. They want to get you the


    CHAPTER XI
    It was dusk when the priest came. They had brought
    the soup and afterward taken away the bowls and I was
    lying looking at the rows of beds and out the window
    at the tree-top that moved a little in the evening
    breeze. The breeze came in through the window and it
    was cooler with the evening. The flies were on the ceiling
    now and on the electric light bulbs that hung on
    wires. The lights were only turned on when some one
    was brought in at night or when something was being
    done. It made me feel very young to have the dark
    come after the dusk and then remain. It was like being
    put to bed after early supper. The orderly came down
    between the beds and stopped. Some one was with him.
    It was the priest. He stood there small, brown-faced,
    and embarrassed.


    You go
    away in the morning, baby, Rinaldi said. To Rome, I
    said. No, to Milan. To Milan, said the major, to the
    Crystal Palace, to the Cova, to Campari's, to Biffi's, to
    the galleria. You lucky boy. To the Gran Italia I said,
    where I will borrow money from George. To the Scala,
    said Rinaldi. You will go to the Scala. Every night,
    I said. You won't be able to afford it every night, said
    the major.
    We must go, said the major.
    This becomes sentimental. Listen, I have a surprise for
    you. Your English. You know? The English you go
    to see every night at their hospital? She is going to
    Milan too. She goes with another to be at the American
    hospital. They had not got nurses yet from America.
    I talked to-day with the head of their riparto.
    They have too many women here at the front. They
    send some back. How do you like that, baby? All
    right. Yes ? You go to live in a big city and have your
    English there to cuddle you. Why don't I get wounded ?
    Maybe you will, I said. We must go, said the major.
    We drink and make noise and disturb Federico. Don't
    go. Yes, we must go. Good-by. Good luck. Many
    things. Ciaou. Ciaou. Ciaou. Come back quickly,
    baby. Rinaldi kissed me. You smell of lysol. Goodby,
    baby. Good-by. Many things. The major patted
    my shoulder. They tiptoed out. I found I was quite
    drunk but went to sleep.

    Book Two: Chapter XIII

    I was alone in the room. It was cool and did not
    smell like a hospital. The mattress was firm and comfortable
    and I lay without moving, hardly breathing,
    happy in feeling the pain lessen. After a while I wanted
    a drink of water and found the bell on a cord by the
    bed and rang it but nobody came. I went to sleep.
    When I woke I looked around. There was sunlight
    coming in through the shutters. I saw the big armoire,
    the bare walls, and two chairs. My legs in the dirty
    bandages, stuck straight out in the bed. I was careful
    not to move them. I was thirsty and I reached for the
    bell and pushed the button.
    …………………….
    I watched for a
    while and then went to sleep. I slept heavily except
    once I woke sweating and scared and then went back
    to sleep trying to stay outside of my dream. I woke
    for good long before it was light and heard roosters
    crowing and stayed on awake until it began to be light.
    I was tired and once it was really light I went back to
    sleep again.

    CHAPTER XIV

    I heard some one coming down the hallway. I looked
    toward the door. It was Catherine Barkley.
    She came in the room and over to the bed.
    "Hello, darling," she said. She looked fresh and
    young and very beautiful. I thought I had never seen
    any one so beautiful.
    "Hello," I said. When I saw her I was in love with
    her. Everything turned over inside of me.
    "You sweet," I said. "Weren't you wonderful to
    come here?"
    "It wasn't very hard. It may be hard to stay."
    "You've got to stay," I said. "Oh, you're wonderful."
    I was crazy about her.
    "You do love me?"
    "I really love you. I'm crazy about you.
    "Feel our hearts beating."
    "I don't care about our hearts. I want you. I'm
    just mad about you."
    "You really love me?"
    "Don't keep on saying that.

    CHAPTER XVI
    That night a bat flew into the room through the
    open door that led onto the balcony and through which
    we watched the night over the roofs of the town. It
    was dark in our room except for the small light of the
    night over the town and the bat was not frightened but
    hunted in the room as though he had been outside. We
    lay and watched him and I do not think he saw us because
    we lay so still. After he went out we saw a
    searchlight come on and watched the beam move across
    the sky and then go off and it was dark again. A
    breeze came in the night and we heard the men of the
    anti-aircraft gun on the next roof talking. It was cool
    and they were putting on their capes. I worried in
    the night about some one coming up but Catherine said
    they were all asleep. I went to sleep again in the
    morning when it was light and when I was awake I
    found she was gone again. She came in looking fresh
    and lovely and sat on the bed and the sun rose while I
    had the thermometer in my mouth and we smelled the
    dew on the roofs and then the coffee of the men at the
    gun on the next roof.

    CHAPTER XVII
    "Will you come to our wedding, Fergy?" I said to
    her once.
    "You'll never get married."
    "We will."
    "No you won't."
    "Why not?"
    "You'll fight before you'll marry."
    "We never fight."
    "You've time yet."
    "We don't fight."
    "You'll die then. Fight or die. That's what people
    do. They don't marry."
    I reached for her hand. "Don't take hold of me,"
    she said. "I'm not crying. Maybe you'll be all right
    you two. But watch out you don't get her in trouble.
    You get her in trouble and I'll kill you."
    "I won't get her in trouble."
    "Well watch out then. I hoge you'll be all right.
    You have a good time."
    "We have a fine time."
    "Don't fight then and don't get her into trouble."
    1 won t.
    "Mind you watch out. I don't want her with any of
    these war babies."

    CHAPTER XVIII
    We said to each other that we were married the firmonths from our wedding day. I wanted to be really
    married but Catherine said that if we were they would
    send her away and if we merely started on the formalities
    they would watch her and would break us up.
    We would have to be married under Italian law and
    the formalities were terrific. I wanted us to be married
    really because I worried about having a child if I
    thought about it, but we pretended to ourselves we were
    married and did not worry much and I suppose I enjoyed
    not being married, really. I know one night we
    talked about it and Catherine said, "But, darling,
    they'd send me away."
    "Maybe they wouldn't."
    "They would. They'd send me home and then we
    would be apart until after the war."
    "I'd come on leave."
    "You couldn't get to Scotland and back on a leave.
    Besides, I won't leave you. What good would it do to
    marry now? We're really married. I couldn't be any
    more married."
    "I only wanted to for you."
    "There isn't any me. I'm you. Don't make up a
    separate me."
    "I thought girls always wanted to be married."
    "They do. But, darling, I am married. I'm married
    to you. Don't I make you a good wife?"
    "You're a lovely wife."
    "You see, darling, I had one experience of waiting
    to be married."
    "I don't want to hear about it."
    "You know I don't love any one but you. You
    shouldn't mind because some one else loved me."
    "I do."

    CHAPTER XIX
    "It's raining hard."
    "And you'll always love me, won't you?"
    "Yes."
    "And the rain won't make any difference?"
    "No."
    "That's good. Because I'm afraid of the rain."
    "Why?" I was sleepy. Outside the rain was falling
    steadily.
    "I don't know, darling. I've always been afraid of
    the rain."
    "I like it."
    "I like to walk in it. But it's very hard on loving."
    "I'll love you always."
    "I'll love you in the rain and in the snow and in the
    hail and—what else is there?"
    "I don't know. I guess I'm sleepy."
    "Go to sleep, darling, and I'll love you no matter
    how it is."
    "You're not really afraid of the rain are you?"
    "Not when I'm with you."
    "Why are you afraid of it?"
    "I don't know."
    "Tell me."
    "Don't make me."
    "Tell me."
    "No."
    "Tell me."
    "All right. I'm afraid of the rain because sometimes
    I see me dead in it."
    "No."
    "And sometimes I see you dead in it."
    "That's more likely."
    "No it's not, darling. Because I can keep you safe.
    I know I can. But nobody can help themselves."
    "Please stop it. I don't want you to get Scotch and
    crazy to-night. We won't be together much longer."
    "No, but I am Scotch and crazy. But I'll stop it.
    It's all nonsense."
    "Yes it's all nonsense."
    "It's all nonsense. It's only nonsense. Fm not afraid
    of the rain. I'm not afraid of the rain. Oh, oh, God,
    I wish I wasn't." She was crying. I comforted her
    and she stopped crying. But outside it kept on raining.

    CHAPTER XXI
    In September the first cool nights came, then the
    days were cool and the leaves on the trees in the park
    began to turn color and we knew the summer was gone.
    The fighting at the front went very badly .
    There were riots twice in the town against
    the war and bad rioting in Turin. A British major at
    the club told me the Italians had lost one hundred and
    fifty thousand men on the Bainsizza plateau and on
    San Gabriele.


    She seemed upset and taut.
    "What's the matter, Catherine?"
    "Nothing. Nothing's the matter."
    "Yes there is."
    "No nothing. Really nothing."
    "I know there is. Tell me, darling. You can tell
    me.
    It's nothing."
    "Tell me."
    "I don't want to. I'm afraid I'll make you unhappy
    or worry you."
    "No it won't."
    "You're sure? It doesn't worry me but I'm afraid
    to worry you."
    "It won't if it doesn't worry you."
    "I don't want to tell."
    "Tell it.'
    "Do I have to?"
    "Yes."
    "I'm going to have a baby, darling. It's almost three
    months along. You're not worried, are you? Please
    please don't. You mustn't worry."
    "All right."
    "Is it all right?"
    "Of course."
    "I did everything. I took everything but it didn't
    make any difference."
    "I'm not worried."
    "I couldn't help it, darling, and I haven't worried
    about it. You mustn't worry or feel badly."
    "I only worry about you."
    "That's it. That's what you mustn't do. People
    have babies all the time. Everybody has babies. It's
    a natural thing."
    "You're pretty wonderful."
    "No I'm not. But you mustn't mind, darling. I'll
    try and not make trouble for you. I know I've made
    trouble now. But haven't I been a good girl until now ?
    You never knew it, did you?"
    "No."
    "It will all be like that. You simply mustn't worry.
    I can see you're worrying. Stop it. Stop it right away.



    CHAPTER XXII
    It turned cold that night and the next day it was
    raining. Coming home from the Ospedale Maggiore
    it rained very hard and I was wet when I came in. Up
    in my room the rain was coming down heavily outside
    on the balcony, and the wind blew it against the glass
    doors. I changed my clothing and drank some brandy
    but the brandy did not taste good. I felt sick in the
    night and in the morning after breakfast I was nauseated.

    CHAPTER XXIII
    "Come in a minute. I have to buy a gun."
    "What sort of gun?"
    "A pistol." We went in and I unbuttoned my belt
    and laid it with the empty holster on the counter. Two
    women were behind the counter. The women brought
    out several pistols.
    "It must fit this," I said, opening the holster. It
    was a gray leather holster and I had bought it secondhand
    to wear in the town.
    "Have they good pistols?" Catherine asked.
    "They're all about the same. Can I try this one?"
    I asked the woman.
    "I have no place now to shoot," she said. "But it
    is very good. You will not make a mistake with it."
    I snapped it and pulled back the action. The spring
    was rather strong but it worked smoothly. I sighted
    it and snapped it again.
    "It is used," the woman said. "It belonged to an officer
    who was an excellent shot."
    "Did you sell it to him?"
    "Yes."
    "How did you get it back?"
    "From his orderly."
    "Maybe you have mine," I said. "How much is
    this?"
    "Fifty lire. It is very cheap."
    "All right. I want two extra clips and a box of
    cartridges."
    She brought them from under the counter.
    "Have you any need for a sword?" she asked. "I
    have some used swords very cheap."
    "I'm going to the front*" I said.
    "Oh yes, then you won't need a sword," she said.

    CHAPTER XXIII
    "It's nearly time to go."
    "I know. You can make it time if you want."
    "No."
    "Then don't worry, darling. You were fine until now
    and now you're worrying."
    "I won't. How often will you write?"
    "Every day. Do they read your letters?"
    "They can't read English enough to hurt any."
    "I'll make them very confusing," Catherine said.
    "But not too confusing."
    "I'll just make them a little confusing."
    "I'm afraid we have to start to go."
    "All right, darling."
    "I hate to leave our fine house."
    "So do I."
    "But we have to go."
    "AH right. But we're never settled in our home
    very long."
    "We will be."
    "I'll have a fine home for you when you come back."
    "Maybe I'll be back right away."
    "Perhaps you'll be hurt just a little in the foot."
    "Or the lobe of the ear."
    "No I want your ears the way they are."
    "And not my feet?"
    "Your feet have been hit already."
    "We have to go, darling. Really."
    "All right. You go first."

    CHAPTER XXIV
    "Good-by," I said. I stepped out into the rain and
    the carriage started. Catherine leaned out and I saw
    her face in the light. She smiled and waved. The
    carriage went up the street, Catherine pointed in toward
    the archway. I looked, there were only the two
    carabinieri and the archway. I realized she meant for
    me to get in out of the rain. I went in and stood and
    watched the carriage turn the corner. Then I started
    through the station and down the runway to the train.


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