1、鲁迅全集Selected Work of Luxun English EditionSelected Stories of Lu Hsun By Lu Hsun The True Story of Ah Q,and Other Stories(written 1918-1926)Translated byYang Hsien-yiand Gladys Yang Published by Foreign Languages Press, Peking, 1960, 1972Printed in the Peoples Republic of ChinaContents1. Note from d
2、ust jacket 2. Preface to “Call to Arms“ 1922 3. A Madmans Diary 4. Kung I-chi 5. Medicine 6. Tomorrow 7. An Incident 8. Storm in a Teacup 9. My Old Home 10. The True Story of Ah Q 11. Village Opera 12. The New Years Sacrifice 13. In the Wine Shop 14. A Happy Family 15. Soap 16. The Misanthrope 17. R
3、egret for the Past 18. The Divorce 19. The Flight to the Moon 20. Forging the Swords LU HSUN (1881-1936), chief commander of Chinas modern cultural revolution, was not only a great thinker and political commentator but the founder of modern Chinese literature. As early as in the May 1918 issue of th
4、e magazine New Youth, Lu Hsun published one of his best stories, A Madmans Diary. This was his “declaration of war“ against Chinas feudal society, and the first short story in the history of modern Chinese literature. Thereafter he followed up with a succession of stories such as The True Story of A
5、h Q and The New Years Sacrifice, which cut through and sharply attacked stark reality in the dark old society. These stories were later included in the three volumes Call to Arms, Wandering and Old Tales Retold, and have become treasures in the Chinese peoples literary heritage.In his early life Lu
6、Hsun was a revolutionary democrat, who later matured into a communist. His earlier works were mainly stories, 18 of the more important of which, plus the preface to Call to Arms, his first short story collection, have been selected for this volume. The stories show clearly his method in this period
7、of creative writing, thoroughgoing critical realism, a method closely related to the outright anti-imperialist and anti-feudal views which he formed in his early days.In his preface to Call to Arms, the author tells his motive in choosing literature as a weapon of struggle. This will give readers a
8、deeper understanding of Lu Hsuns stories.Preface to:Call to ArmsTO THE FIRST COLLECTION OF SHORT STORIES, “CALL TO ARMS“When I was young I, too, had many dreams. Most of them came to be forgotten, but I see nothing in this to regret. For although recalling the past may make you happy, it may sometim
9、es also make you lonely, and there is no point in clinging in spirit to lonely bygone days. However, my trouble is that I cannot forget completely, and these stories have resulted from what I have been unable to erase from my memory.For more than four years I used to go, almost daily, to a pawnbroke
10、rs and to a medicine shop. I cannot remember how old I was then; but the counter in the medicine shop was the same height as I, and that in the pawnbrokers twice my height. I used to hand clothes and trinkets up to the counter twice my height, take the money proffered with contempt, then go to the c
11、ounter the same height as I to buy medicine for my father who had long been ill. On my return home I had other things to keep me busy, for since the physician who made out the prescriptions was very well-known, he used unusual drugs: aloe root dug up in winter, sugar-cane that had been three years e
12、xposed to frost, twin crickets, and ardisia . . . all of which were difficult to procure. But my fathers illness went from bad to worse until he died.I believe those who sink from prosperity to poverty will probably come, in the process, to understand what the world is really like. I wanted to go to
13、 the K- school in N- perhaps because I was in search of a change of scene and faces. There was nothing for my mother to do but to raise eight dollars for my travelling expenses, and say I might do as I pleased. That she cried was only natural, for at that time the proper thing was to study the class
14、ics and take the official examinations. Anyone who studied “foreign subjects“ was looked down upon as a fellow good for nothing, who, out of desperation, was forced to sell his soul to foreign devils.Besides, she was sorry to part with me. But in spite of that, I went to N- and entered the K- school
15、; and it was there that I heard for the first time the names of such subjects as natural science, arithmetic, geography, history, drawing and physical training. They had no physiology course, but we saw woodblock editions of such works as A New Course on the Human Body and Essays on Chemistry and Hy
16、giene. Recalling the talk and prescriptions of physicians I had known and comparing them with what I now knew, I came to the conclusion those physicians must be either unwitting or deliberate charlatans; and I began to sympathize with the invalids and families who suffered at their hands. From trans
17、lated histories I also learned that the Japanese Reformation had originated, to a great extent, with the introduction of Western medical science to Japan.These inklings took me to a provincial medical college in Japan. I dreamed a beautiful dream that on my return to China I would cure patients like
18、 my father, who had been wrongly treated, while if war broke out I would serve as an army doctor, at the same time strengthening my countrymens faith in reformation.I do not know what advanced methods are now used to reach microbiology, but at that time lantern slides were used to show the microbes;
19、 and if the lecture ended early, the instructor might show slides of natural scenery or news to fill up the time. This was during the Russo-Japanese War, so there were many war films, and I had to join in the clapping and cheering in the lecture hall along with the other students. It was a long time
20、 since I had seen any compatriots, but one day I saw a film showing some Chinese, one of whom was bound, while many others stood around him. They were all strong fellows but appeared completely apathetic. According to the commentary, the one with his hands bound was a spy working for the Russians, w
21、ho was to have his head cut off by the Japanese military as a warning to others, while the Chinese beside him had come to enjoy the spectacle.Before the term was over I had left for Tokyo, because after this film I felt that medical science was not so important after all. The people of a weak and ba
22、ckward country, however strong and healthy they may be, can only serve to be made examples of, or to witness such futile spectacles; and it doesnt really matter how many of them die of illness. The most important thing, therefore, was to change their spirit, and since at that time I felt that litera
23、ture was the best means to this end, I determined to promote a literary movement. There were many Chinese students in Tokyo studying law, political science, physics and chemistry, even police work and engineering, but not one studying literature or art. However, even in this uncongenial atmosphere I
24、 was fortunate enough to find some kindred spirits. We gathered the few others we needed, and after discussion our first step, of course, was to publish a magazine, the title of which denoted that this was a new birth. As we were then rather classically inclined, we called it Xin Sheng (New Life).Wh
25、en the time for publication drew near, some of our contributors dropped out, and then our funds were withdrawn, until finally there were only three of us left, and we were penniless. Since we had started our magazine at an unlucky hour, there was naturally no one to whom we could complain when we fa
26、iled; but later even we three were destined to part, and our discussions of a dream future had to cease. So ended this abortive New Life.Only later did I feel the futility of it all; at that time I did not really understand anything. Later I felt if a mans proposals met with approval, it should enco
27、urage him; if they met with opposition, it should make him fight back; but the real tragedy for him was to lift up his voice among the living and meet with no response, neither approval nor opposition, just as if he were left helpless in a boundless desert. So I began to feel lonely.And this feeling
28、 of loneliness grew day by day, coiling about my soul like a huge poisonous snake. Yet in spite of my unaccountable sadness, I felt no indignation; for this experience had made me reflect and see that I was definitely not the heroic type who could rally multitudes at his call.However, my loneliness
29、had to be dispelled, for it was causing me agony. So I used various means to dull my senses, both by conforming to the spirit of the time and turning to the past. Later I experienced or witnessed even greater loneliness and sadness, which I do not like to recall, preferring that it should perish wit
30、h me. Still my attempt to deaden my senses was not unsuccessful-I had lost the enthusiasm and fervour of my youth.In S- Hostel there were three rooms where it was said a woman had lived who hanged herself on the locust tree in the courtyard. Although the tree had grown so tall that its branches coul
31、d no longer be reached, the rooms remained deserted. For some years I stayed here, copying ancient inscriptions. I had few visitors, there were no political problems or issues in those inscriptions, and my only desire was that my life should slip quietly away like this. On summer nights, when there
32、were too many mosquitoes, I would sit under the locust tree, waving my fan and looking at the specks of sky through the thick leaves, while the caterpillars which came out in the evening would fall, icy-cold, on to my neck.The only visitor to come for an occasional talk was my old friend Chin Hsin-y
33、i. He would put his big portfolio down on the broken table, take off his long gown, and sit facing me, looking as if his heart was still beating fast after braving the dogs.“What is the use of copying these?“ he demanded inquisitively one night, after looking through the inscriptions I had copied.“N
34、o use at all.“Then why copy them?“For no particular reason.“I think you might write something. . . .“I understood. They were editing the magazine New Youth, but hitherto there seemed to have been no reaction, favourable or otherwise, and I guessed they must be feeling lonely. However I said:“Imagine
35、 an iron house without windows, absolutely indestructible, with many people fast asleep inside who will soon die of suffocation. But you know since they will die in their sleep, they will not feel the pain of death. Now if you cry aloud to wake a few of the lighter sleepers, making those unfortunate
36、 few suffer the agony of irrevocable death, do you think you are doing them a good turn?“But if a few awake, you cant say there is no hope of destroying the iron house.“True, in spite of my own conviction, I could not blot out hope, for hope lies in the future. I could not use my own evidence to ref
37、ute his assertion that it might exist. So I agreed to write, and the result was my first story, A Madmans Diary. From that time onwards, I could not stop writing, and would write some sort of short story from time to time at the request of friends, until I had more than a dozen of them.As for myself
38、, I no longer feel any great urge to express myself; yet, perhaps because I have not entirely forgotten the grief of my past loneliness. I sometimes call out, to encourage those fighters who are galloping on in loneliness, so that they do not lose heart. Whether my cry is brave or sad, repellent or
39、ridiculous, I do not care. However, since it is a call to arms, I must naturally obey my generals orders. This is why I often resort to innuendoes, as when I made a wreath appear from nowhere at the sons grave in Medicine, while in Tomorrow I did not say that Fourth Shans Wife had no dreams of her l
40、ittle boy. For our chiefs then were against pessimism. And I, for my part, did not want to infect with the loneliness I had found so bitter those young people who were still dreaming pleasant dreams, just as I had done when young.It is clear, then, that my short stories fall far short of being works
41、 of art; hence I count myself fortunate that they are still known as stories, and are even being compiled in one book. Although such good fortune makes me uneasy, I am nevertheless pleased to think they have readers in the world of men, for the time being at least.Since these short stories of mine a
42、re being reprinted in one collection, owing to the reasons given above, I have chosen the title Na Han (Call to Arms)._Note: K- school: The Kiangnan Naval Academy in Nanking.Note: S- Hostel: Shaohsing.Note: New Youth: The most influential magazine in the cultural revolution of that time.December 3,
43、1922, Peking A Madmans DiaryTwo brothers, whose names I need not mention here, were both good friends of mine in high school; but after a separation of many years we gradually lost touch. Some time ago I happened to hear that one of them was seriously ill, and since I was going back to my old home I
44、 broke my journey to call on them, I saw only one, however, who told me that the invalid was his younger brother.“I appreciate your coming such a long way to see us,“ he said, “but my brother recovered some time ago and has gone elsewhere to take up an official post.“ Then, laughing, he produced two
45、 volumes of his brothers diary, saying that from these the nature of his past illness could be seen, and that there was no harm in showing them to an old friend. I took the diary away, read it through, and found that he had suffered from a form of persecution complex. The writing was most confused a
46、nd incoherent, and he had made many wild statements; moreover he had omitted to give any dates, so that only by the colour of the ink and the differences in the writing could one tell that it was not written at one time. Certain sections, however, were not altogether disconnected, and I have copied
47、out a part to serve as a subject for medical research. I have not altered a single illogicality in the diary and have changed only the names, even though the people referred to are all country folk, unknown to the world and of no consequence. As for the title, it was chosen by the diarist himself af
48、ter his recovery, and I did not change it.ITonight the moon is very bright.I have not seen it for over thirty years, so today when I saw it I felt in unusually high spirits. I begin to realize that during the past thirty-odd years I have been in the dark; but now I must be extremely careful. Otherwi
49、se why should that dog at the Chao house have looked at me twice?I have reason for my fear.IITonight there is no moon at all, I know that this bodes ill. This morning when I went out cautiously, Mr. Chao had a strange look in his eyes, as if he were afraid of me, as if he wanted to murder me. There were seven or eight others, who discussed me in a whisper. And they were afraid of my seeing them. All the people I passed were like that. The fiercest among them grinned at me; whereupon I shivered from head to foot, kno
