聰明人和儍子和奴才 The Wise Man, the Fool and the Slave

The slave was forever seeking someone to pour out his grievances to.That was all he did, and all he could do.One day, he met a clever man.

奴才总不过是寻人诉苦。只要这样,也只能这样。有一日,他遇到一个聪明人。

!』。『'Sir!' he said sorrowfully, tears running down in an unbroken line straight from the corners of his eyes. 'You know how it is.I simply do not live the life of a human being.……。』What I eat may not even amount to one meal a day, and that meal is nothing but sorghum husks, which even pigs and dogs would refuse — and even that comes to no more than a small bowlful....'

『先生!』他悲哀地说,眼泪联成一线,就从眼角上直流下来。『你知道的。我所过的简直不是人的生活。吃的是一天未必有一餐,这一餐又不过是高粱皮,连猪狗都不要吃的,尙且只有一小碗……。』

。』'This is truly pitiable,' said the clever man, his face clouding with sorrow too.

『这实令人同情。』聪明人也惨然说。

!』。『'Isn't it just!' He brightened. 'But the work never stops, day or night: at dawn I carry water, at dusk I cook the rice; in the morning I run errands in the streets, at night I grind flour; in fine weather I wash clothes, in the rain I hold the umbrella; in winter I tend the stove, in summer I fan my master.At midnight I must simmer silver-ear fungus soup, and wait on my master while he gambles;……。』I never get a share of the winnings, and sometimes I even get the whip....'

『可不是么!』他高兴了。『可是做工是昼夜无休息的:淸早担水晚烧饭,上午跑街夜磨面,晴洗衣裳雨张伞,冬烧汽𬬻夏打扇。半夜要煨银耳,侍候主人耍钱;头钱从来没分,有时还挨皮鞭……。』

……。』'Ai, ai....' The clever man sighed, his eyes reddening a little, as though he were about to weep.

『唉唉……。』聪明人叹息着,眼圈有些发红,似乎要下泪。

'Sir!I cannot go on like this, just scraping by.I really must think of some other way.?…… 』But what way is there?...'

『先生!我这样是敷衍不下去的。我总得另外想法子。可是什么法子呢?…… 』

……。』'I think things are bound to get better for you....'

『我想,你总会好起来……。』

'Are they?I do hope so.But having poured out my grievances to you, sir, and received your sympathy and comfort, I already feel a good deal easier.……。』So it seems justice under Heaven has not died out after all....'

『是么?但愿如此。可是我对先生诉了寃苦,又得你的同情和慰安,已经舒坦得不少了。可见天理没有灭绝……。』

But before many days had passed, he grew resentful again, and once more went seeking someone to pour out his grievances to.

但是,不几日,他又不平起来了,仍然寻人去诉苦。

! 』,『'Sir!' he said, tears streaming down. 'You know how it is.Where I live is truly worse than a pigsty.My master does not treat me as a human being at all;……。』he treats his lapdog tens of thousands of times better....'

『先生! 』他流着眼泪说,『你知道的。我住的简直比猪窼还不如。主人并不将我当人;他对他的叭儿狗还要好到几万倍……。』

! 』使'Damn it all!' the man suddenly shouted, startling him.That man was a fool.

『混帐! 』那人大叫起来,使他吃惊了。那人是一个儍子。

滿'Sir, the place I live in is just a broken-down little hut, damp and dark, and full of bedbugs — the moment I lie down they bite something fierce.……。』The stench assails my nose, and there isn't a single window on any side....'

『先生,我住的只是一间破小屋,又湿,又阴,满是臭虫,睡下去就咬得真可以。秽气冲着鼻子,四面又没有一个窗……。』

? 』'Can't you ask your master to open up a window?'

『你不会要你的主人开一个窗的么? 』

?…… 』'How could that be done?...'

『这怎么行?…… 』

! 』'Well then, take me there to see it!'

『那么,你带我去看去! 』

The fool followed the slave to the outside of his hut, and at once set to work smashing at the mud wall.

儍子跟奴才到他屋外,动手就砸那泥墙。

'Sir!? 』What are you doing?' he said, greatly alarmed.

『先生!你干什么? 』他大惊地说。

。 』'I'm opening up a window for you.'

『我给你打开一个窗洞来。 』

'This won't do!! 』The master will scold me!'

『这不行!主人要骂的! 』

! 』'Never mind him!' He went on smashing.

'Come, everyone!A robber is wrecking our house!Come quickly!窿!…… 』A little longer and he'll have smashed a hole right through!...' He shouted and wailed, rolling round and round on the ground.

『人来呀!强盗在毁咱们的屋子了!快来呀!迟一点可要打出窟窿来了!…… 』他哭嚷着,在地上团团地打滚。

A crowd of slaves all came running out and drove the fool away.

一群奴才都出来了,将儍子赶走。

Hearing the shouting, the master came out last of all, in his own slow time.

听到了喊声,慢慢地最后出来的是主人。

。 』'A robber was going to wreck our house, but I was the first to raise the alarm, and together we drove him off,' he said respectfully, in triumph.

『有强盗要来毁咱们的屋子,我首先叫喊起来,大家一同把他赶走了。 』他恭敬而得胜地说。

。』'You've done well,' said the master, praising him thus.

『你不错。』主人这样夸奖他。

That day many people came to offer their sympathy and congratulations, and among them was the clever man.

这一天就来了许多慰问的人,聪明人也在内。

'Sir.This time, because of my merit, the master praised me.……。』You said before that things were bound to get better for me — truly you had foresight....' he said happily, as though full of hope.

『先生。这回因为我有功,主人夸奖了我了。你先前说我总会好起来,实在是有先见之明……。』他大有希望似的高兴地说。

……。』'Isn't that just so....' the clever man answered, as if he too were glad on his behalf.

『可不是吗……。』聪明人也代为高兴似的回答他。

。)(December 26, 1925.)

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What it’s about

A fable with three characters and a shape you can see coming, which is the point of it. A slave does nothing but look for someone to tell his troubles to; that is all he can do and all he does. He finds a wise man and lists them: one meal a day if he is lucky, and that a small bowl of husks a pig or a dog would refuse; work day and night — water in the morning and cooking at night, errands before noon and grinding flour after dark, washing in fine weather and holding the umbrella in wet, the stove in winter and the fan in summer, white fungus stewed at midnight and the master's gambling waited on, never a share of the winnings and sometimes the whip. Very sad, says the wise man, sighing, his eyes reddening; things will get better for you, I'm sure. And the slave goes away comforted, having concluded that justice is not dead after all.

A few days later he is aggrieved again and complains to the next man he meets — his room is worse than a pigsty, damp and dark and full of bugs, the stink in his nose, no window on any side. That man shouts damn it, which frightens him: this one is a fool. Why not ask your master to open a window? The slave says he could never. Then take me there — and the fool goes round to the wall and starts knocking it in. What are you doing! I am opening you a window. You can't, the master will curse me! The fool goes on knocking, and the slave rolls on the ground screaming that robbers are wrecking the house, until a crowd of slaves comes out and drives the fool off. The master comes out last, slowly. I raised the alarm first, says the slave, respectful and triumphant, and we chased him away together. You did well, says the master. Callers come to congratulate him, the wise man among them, and the slave tells him his prediction has come true: you did say things would get better, you really did see it coming. Quite so, says the wise man, and seems pleased for him.

When it was written 背景

Dated 26 December 1925, the same day as 臘葉. It is the most anthologised thing in 野草 and the easiest to carry into any politics, since the three parts — the sympathiser who changes nothing, the man who acts and is driven off, and the slave who defends his own cage — keep turning up. For a learner it is a gift: nearly all dialogue, everyday vocabulary, and one long rhythmic catalogue of chores (淸早擔水晚燒飯,上午跑街夜磨麫) worth reading aloud for the parallelism alone. This edition prints the fool with the variant 儍 for 傻. Read it beside 這樣的戰士, where the same silent agreement is the thing the fighter cannot kill.

Words in this chapter 生词