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双语全文 ● 鲁迅 阿Q正传——第八章 不准革命






Ah Q only learned this later. He deeply regretted having been asleep at the time, and resented the fact and they had not come to call him. Then he said to himself, “Maybe they still don’t know I have joined the revolutio­naries.”

Chapter 8

Barred from the Revolution

The people of Weizhuang felt easier in their minds with each passing day. From the news brought they knew that although the revolutionaries had entered the town their coming had not made a great deal of difference,the magistrate was still the highest official, it was only his title that had changed; and the successful provincial candidate also had some post—the Weizhuang villagers could not remember these clearly—some kind of offi­cial post; while the head of the military was still the same old captain. The only cause for alarm was that, the day after their arrival, some bad revolu­tionaries made trouble by cutting off people’s queues. It was said that the boatman Sevenpounder from the next village had fallen into their clutches,and that he no longer looked presentable. Still, the danger of this was not great, because the Weizhuang villagers seldom went to town to begin with,and those who had been considering a trip there at once changed their minds in order to avoid this risk. Ah Q had been thinking of going to town to look up his old friends, but as soon as he heard the news he gave up the idea.

It would be wrong, however, to say that there were no reforms in Weizhuang. During the next few days the number of people who coiled their queues on their heads gradually increased and, as has already been said, the first to do so was naturally the successful county candidate; the next were Zhao Sichen and Zhao Baiyan, and after them Ah Q. If it had beensummer it would not have been considered strange if everybody had coiled their queues on their heads or tied them in knots; but this was late autumn,so that this autumn observance of a summer practice of the part of those who coiled their queues could be considered nothing short of a heroic deci­sion, and as far as Weizhuang was concerned it would not be said to have had no connection with the reforms.



第八章 不准革命



When Zhao Sichen approached with the nape of his neck bare, people who saw him remarked, “Ah! Here comes a revolutionary!”

When Ah Q heard this he was greatly impressed. Although he had long since heard how the successful county candidate had coiled his queue on his head, it had never occurred to him to do the same. Only now when he saw that Zhao Sichen had followed suit was he struck with the idea of doing the same himself. He made up his mind to copy them. He used a bamboo chopstick to twist his queue up on his head, and after some hesitation eventually summoned up the courage to go out.

As he walked along the street people looked at him, but without any comment. Ah Q, disgruntled at first, soon waxed indignant. Recently he had been losing his temper, very easily. As a matter of fact he was no worse off than before the revolution, people treated him politely, and the shops no longer demanded payment in cash, yet Ah Q still felt dissatisfied. A revolu­tion, he thought, should mean more than this. When he saw Young D, his anger boiled over.

Young D, had also coiled his queue up on his head and, what was more,had actually used a bamboo chopstick to do so too. Ah Q had never imag­ined that Young D would also have the courage to do this; he certainly could not tolerate such a thing! Who was Young D anyway? He was greatly tempted to seize him then and there, break his bamboo chopstick, let down his queue and slap his face several times into the bargain to punish him for forgetting his place and for his presumption in becoming a revolutionary. But in the end he let him off, simply fixing him with a furious glare, spitting, and ex­claiming, “Pah!”

These last few days the only one to go to town was the Bogus Foreign Devil. The successful county candidate in the Zhao family had thought of using the deposited cases as a pretext to call on the successful provincial candidate, but the danger that he might have his queue cut off had made him defer his visit. He had written an extremely formal letter, and asked the Bogus Foreign Devil to take it to town; he had also asked the latter to intro­duce him to the Freedom Party. When the Bogus Foreign Devil came back he collected four dollars from the successful county candidate, after which the latter wore a silver peach on his chest. All the Weizhuang villagers were overawed, and said that this was the badge of the Persimmon Oil Party, e­quivalent of the rank of a Han Lin. As a result, Mr. Zhao’s prestige suddenly increased, far more so in fact than when his son first passed the official ex­amination; consequently he started looking down on everyone else and when he saw Ah Q he tended to ignore him a little.







Ah Q, disgruntled at finding himself cold-shoudered all the time, real­ized as soon as he heard of this silver peach why he was left out in the cold. Simply to say that you had gone over was not enough to make anyone a rev­olutionary; nor was it enough merely to wind your queue up on your head;the most important thing was to get into touch with the revolutionary party. In all his life he had known only two revolutionaries, one of whom had al­ready lost his head in town, leaving only the things over with the Bogus For­eign Devil.

The front gate of the Qian house happened to be open, and Ah Q crept timidly in. Once inside he gave a start, for there was the Bogus Foreign Devil standing in the middle of the courtyard dressed entirely in black, no doubt in foreign dress, and also wearing a silver peach. In his hand he held the stick with which Ah Q was already acquainted to his cost, while the footlong queue which he had grown again had been combed out a hang loosely over his shoulders, giving him a resemblance to the immortal Liu Hai. Standing respectfully before him were Zhao Baiyan and three others, all of them listening with the utmost deference to what the Bogus Foreign Devil was saying.

Ah Q tiptoed inside and stood behind Zhao Baiyan, eager to pronoun cesome greeting, but not knowing what to say. Obviously he could not call the man “Bogus Foreign Devil, ” and neither “Foreigner” nor “Revolutionary”seemed quite the thing. Perhaps the best form of address would be “Mr. For­eigner.”




“I am so impetuous that when we met I kept urging, ‘ Old Hong, let’s get down to business!’ But he always answerd a ‘Nein!’—that’s a foreign word which you wouldn’t understand. Otherwise we should have succeeded long ago. This just goes to show how cautious he is. Time and again he asked me to go to Hubei, but I’ve not yet agreed. Who wants to work in a small district town? ...”

“Er—well—” Ah Q waited for him to pause, then screwed up his courage to speak. But for some reason or other he still did not call him Mr. Foreigner.

The four men who had been listening gave a start and turned to stare at Ah Q. Mr. Foreigner too caught sight of him for the first time.

“What is it?”

“I ... ”

“Clear out!”

“I want to join ...”

“Get out!” Mr. Foreigner raised the “mourner’s stick.”

Thereupon Zhao Baiyan and the others shouted, “Mr. Qian tells you to get out, don’t you hear!”

Ah Q put up his hands to protect his head, and without knowing what he was doing fled through the gate; but this time Mr. Foreigner did not give chase. After running more than sixty steps Ah Q slowed down, and now his heart filled with dismay, because if Mr. Foreigner would not allow him to be a revolutionary, there was no other way open to him. In future he could never hope to have men in white helmets and white armour come to call him. All his ambitions, aims, hope and future had been blasted at one fell swoop. The fact that gossips might spread the news and make him a laughing-stock for the likes of Young D and Whiskers Wang was only a secondary considera­tion.












Never before had he felt so flat. Even coiling his queue on his head now struck him as pointless and ridiculous. As a form of revenge he was very tempted to let his queue down at once, but he did not do so. He wandered about till evening, when after drinking two bowls of wine on credit he began to feel in better spirits, and in his mind’s eye saw fragmentary visions of white helmets and white armour once more.

One day he loafed about until late at night. Only when the tavern was about to close did he start to stroll back to the Tutelary God’s Temple.


He suddenly heard an unusual sound, which could not have been fire­crackers. Ah Q, always fond of excitement and of poking his nose into other people’s business, headed straight for the noise in the darkness. He thought he heard footsteps ahead, and was listening carefully when a man fled past from the opposite direction. Ah Q instantly wheeled round to follow him. When that man turned, Ah Q turned too, and when having turned a corner that man stopped, Ah Q followed suit. He saw that there was no one after them and that the man was Young D.

“What’s up?” demanded Ah Q resentfully.

“The Zhao ... Zhao family has been robbed,” panted Young D.

Ah Q’s heart went pit-a-pat. After saying this, Young D went off. But Ah Q kept on running by fits and starts. However, having been in the busi­ness himself made him unusually bold. Rounding the corner of a lane, he lis­tened carefully and thought he heard shouting; while by straining his eyes he thought he could see a troop of men in white helmets and white armour carrying off cases, carrying off furniture, even carrying off the Ningbo bed of the successful county candidate’s wife. He could not, however, see them very clearly. He wanted to go nearer, but his feet were rooted to the ground.

There was no moon that night, and Weizhuang was very still in the pitch darkness, as quiet as in the peaceful days of Emperor Fu Xi. Ah Q stood there until his patience ran out, yet there seemed no end to the busi­ness, distant figures kept moving to and fro, carrying off cases, carrying off furniture, carrying off the Ningbo bed of the successful county candidate’s wife ... carrying until he could hardly believe his own eyes. But he decided not to go any closer, and went back to the temple.









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