第14部分(第1/7 页)

he　inside；　which　has　not　been　touched；　seems　different；　every　room　appearing　smaller　and　cosier；　just　as　if　some　power　were　trying　to　turn　it　into　a　woodcutter’s　hut　or　a　snug　log…cabin。　Outside；　where　the　garden　was　yesterday；　there　is　now　a　white　and　glistening　level；　and　the　village　beyond　is　no　longer　your　own　familiar　cluster　of　roofs　but　a　village　in　an　old　German　fairy…tale。　You　would　not　be　surprised　to　learn　that　all　the　people　there；　the　spectacled　postmistress；　the　cobbler；　the　retired　school　master；　and　the　rest；　had　suffered　a　change　too　and　had　bee　queer　elvish　beings；　purveyors　of　invisible　caps　and　magic　shoes。　You　yourselves　do　not　feel　quite　the　same　people　you　were　yesterday。　How　could　you　when　so　much　has　been　changed？　There　is　a　curious4　stir；　a　little　shiver　of　excitement；　troubling　the　house；　not　unlike　the　feeling　there　is　abroad　when　a　journey　has　to　be　made。　The　children；　of　course；　are　all　excitement　but　even　the　adults　hang　about　and　talk　to　one　another　longer　than　usual　before　settling　down　to　the　day’s　work。　Nobody　can　resist　the　windows。　It　is　like　being　on　board　a　ship。　电子书　分享网站

初　雪（3）

When　I　got　up　this　morning　the　world　was　a　chilled　hollow　of　dead　white　and　faint　blues。　The　light　that　came　through　the　windows　was　very　queer；　and　it　contrived　to　make　the　familiar　business　of　splashing　and　shaving　and　brushing　and　dressing　very　queer　too。　Then　the　sun　came　out；　and　by　the　time　I　had　sat　down　to　breakfast。　It　was　shining　brave