华中农业大学研究生B班翻译..docVIP

Hungry for you love It is cold, so bitter cold, on this dark, winter day in 1942. But it is no different from any other day in this Nazi concentration camp. I stand shivering in my thin rags, still in disbelief that this nightmare is happening. I am just a young boy. I should be playing with friends; I should be going to school; I should be looking forward to a future, to growing up and marrying, and having a family of my own. But those dreams are for the living, and I am no longer one of them. Instead, I am almost dead, surviving from day to day, from hour to hour, ever since I was taken from my home and brought here with tens of thousands other Jews. Will I still be alive tomorrow? Will I be taken to the gas chamber tonight? 那是1942年黑暗的冬天，刺骨的寒冷。在纳粹集中营里这司空见惯。我穿着单薄的破衣，站在那里瑟瑟发抖，始终不相信噩梦的发生。我还是一个男孩，应该和朋友们玩耍；应该去上学；应该憧憬美好的未来：长大成人，结婚，建立自己的家庭。所有这些属于活着的人们，我将不再是其中的一个。实际上，我濒临死亡，自从我同成千上万的犹太人一样，从家里被带到这里开始，一天、一小时的侥幸偷生。 Back and forth I walk next to the barbed wire fence, trying to keep my emaciated body warm. I am hungry, but I have been hungry for longer than I want to remember. I am always hungry. Edible food seems like a dream. Each day as more of us ，disappear, the happy past seems like a mere dream, and I sink deeper and deeper into despair. Suddenly, I notice a young girl walking past on the other side of the barbed wire. She stops and looks at me with sad eyes, eyes that seem to say that she understands, that she, too, cannot fathom why I am here. I want to look away, oddly ashamed for this stranger to see me like this, but I cannot tear my eyes from hers. 在铁丝网围成的栅栏之间，我来回走动，试图保持自己衰弱的身体暖和一些。我很饿，这种饥饿的感觉我都记不清究竟持续了多久。我总是处在饥饿状态。可吃的东西对我来说就像一个梦。每天我们中的一些人消失了，这幸福的离去也仿佛像一个梦，我陷入越来越深的绝望。突然，我看见一个女孩从铁丝网的另一边走过。她停下来，用忧伤的眼神看着我，那眼神仿佛说她理解我的内心，就是不明白为什么我会在这里。我想要把目光转向别处，陌生的人这样看我让我感到莫名的羞愧，但我却不能。 Then she reaches into her pocket, and pulls out a red apple. A beautiful, shiny red apple. Oh, how long has it been since I have seen one! She looks cautiously to the left and to the right, and then with