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Premchand’s The Gift of a Cow英翻中對照：
‘why do u go poking your nose into things you don’t understand? Just hand me my stick and get on with your own work. It’s thanks to all these visits of mine that we’re still alive. God knows what would have become of us otherwise. You know how many people here in the village have been thrown off their land or had their property taken away. When someone’s heel is on your neck, it’s best to keep licking his feet’
Dhaniya was less sophisticated in these matters. They ploughed the land of the zamindar, so all he should care about was the rent. True. These twenty years of married life had tough her that however much she cut corners, skimped on food and clothes, and clung to every cowrie; it was still hard to pay the rent. But why should they have to flatter the landlord or lick his feet? She argued the question daily with her husband, refusing to admit defeat. Only three of their six children were still alive-Gobar, a boy about sixteen, and two girls- Sona, twelve and Rupa, eight. Three sons had died in fancy…Dhaniya still believed that medicines would –have saved them, but she’d been unable to afford even a pice worth.
She was not very old herself- just thirty six- but her hair was completely grey and her face wrinkled. Her body had grown weak, the wheat completion of her youth had turned dark brown, and her eyes had become dim- all because of the struggle for survival.Life had brought no joy- only a constant weariness which had worn away all concern for self-respect. Why bother with all this flattery for land that couldn’t even provide food for their stomachs?
Rebellion kept welling up in her heart-but then a few harsh words from her husband would jolt her back to reality. Defeated again, she brough Hori’s stick, jacket, turba, shoes and tobacco pouch and flung them down in front of him.
‘Not ones like you. Go look at your face in the mirror. Just how are you going to be lusty when you can’t even get enough milk and butter to make a few drops of ointment for your eyes? It scares me to see the condition you are in- makes me wonder how we’ll manage in our old age. Whose door will we beg at? ‘ His momentary mellowness vanished as though consumed in the flames of reality.
‘I will never reach sixty, D’ he said, picking up his stick, I’ll be gone long before that.’ All right now, that’s enough’ D snapped. Don’t say such evil-omened thing. Even when someone speaks nicely to you, you can’t give a civil answer.
‘His despairing words had shacked her already battered heart. Blessing for Hori welled up within her, inspired by all the devotion and self-sacrifice her womanhood could command. Her marriage was the one straw to which she clung in crossing the bottomless ocean of poverty. Hori’s thoughtless remark, thought close to the truth, had shaken her, threating to tear even that one feeble straw from her grasp. In fact it was the very truthfulness of the statement that made it so disturbing. The taunt’ Hey One-eye!’ hurts a one-eyed man more than it does a two eyed one.