She had been so long that she could not believe her ears. Her heart began to roll and tears rolled down her eyes. She stumbled ran back to the shabby attic, standing in front of the mirror looking at himself in the mirror is so old, red hands rough and dark skin, she smiled, weak errors of fate let beautiful she lost pride, vanity. But vanity, like a vile thief, stole her ten years of happiness; Vanity is a terrible serpent, which eats away the things she deserves in ten years: beauty, wealth, youth. What else does she have now? Nothing! If she didn't go to the ball, he, if she didn't borrow the damn necklace, if she had not been so vain, she regretted, but if only. Poor mathilde suddenly felt faint, and all the time seemed to fall back. She felt like she was back at the party, wearing a real diamond necklace and spinning wildly. "She must be jealous of my beauty," she thought. The girl came forward and said, "are you feeling better?" It was then that mathilde knew he was in the hospital bed.
Ten years of youth, a thousand years of beauty, was buried in a necklace! Mathilde wished it had been a dream. Mrs. Buddha came to see her. They reached an agreement, and mathilde could choose to accept forty thousand francs, or that necklace. In addition, Mrs. Fogs will pay mathilde six thousand francs for her mental loss.
She accepted the latter. She went home wearing a necklace. On the way she thought, "I've got my own necklace." But when her husband knew she was not choosing money, she swore: "you stupid fool! Can a diamond necklace fill your stomach? You wear it to live forever!" Say, with six thousand francs, and slam the door. Mathilde was desperate. But she would rather beg in the street than sell her necklace, and not want to live by any means. It was the faith of her life, and she was confident that she would not owe anyone anything. Christmas came, and the holy snow fell from the sky, and the big ones were so big, so big, that they flew all over Paris, with smoke and smoke, and covered the whole city of Paris with thick snow sheets. Some people sang and danced, others gave presents, and in the atmosphere of joy there was no one to notice that the corner sat a beggar with a ragged shirt and a diamond necklace.
听到佛莱思节夫人的这些话,她怔了很久,不敢相信自己的耳朵。她的心开始翻腾,眼泪滚滚而下。 她跌跌撞撞地跑回那间破旧的阁楼,站在镜子前看着镜中的自己是那样苍老,一双通红的手和粗糙黝黑的皮肤,她虚弱的笑了一下,命运的差错让美丽的她失去了骄傲,虚荣的权利。但虚荣又像个卑鄙的盗贼一样,偷走了她十年的幸福;虚荣是条可怕的毒蛇,无声无息地就吞噬了她十年内应得的东西:美貌,财富,青春。现在她还有什麽?一无所有!
如果她没有去参加那个舞会,他、如果她没去借那条该死的项链,如果她曾经不是那么的爱慕虚荣,她后悔,可是如果只是如果。 可怜的玛蒂尔德突然觉得昏天旋地起来,一切时光好像倒流似的。冥冥中她又觉得自己回到了那个宴会,戴着真正的钻石项链,疯狂地旋转着。这时,一为女宾走来,"她一定是忌妒我的美貌,"她想。这个女宾走上前,说:"夫人觉得好些了么?"这时玛蒂尔德才知道自己身在医院的病床上。
十年的青春,千年的美貌,竟然葬送在一条项链上!玛蒂尔德真希望这是一场梦。 佛来思节夫人来看她了。她们达成了协议,马蒂尔德可以选择接受四万法郎,或者那条项链。另外,佛来思节夫人还会付给马蒂尔德六千法郎精神损失费。 她接受了后者。 她戴着项链回家去。路上她心想:"我总算拥有一条自己的项链了。"但是,当她丈夫知道她选择的不是钱,便破口大骂:"你这笨蛋!难道钻石项链能使你填饱肚子?你戴着它活一辈子吧!"说罢,带着六千法郎,摔门而去。 马蒂尔德彻底绝望了。但是,她宁可沿街乞讨也不愿卖掉项链,更不愿不择手段地生活下去,这是她一生的信念,她自信这一生并不欠别人什么。 圣诞节来临了,圣洁的雪花从天上飘落下来,大的有梅花那么大,满天飞舞,夹着烟霭和忙碌的气色,用厚厚的雪褥覆盖了整个巴黎城。人们有的唱歌跳舞,有的互赠礼物,在着欢乐的气氛中,全然没有人注意墙角坐着一位破衣烂衫的乞丐,颈上挂一条钻石项链。
送回项链之后,玛蒂尔德并没有直接回家,而是来到了河边的公园。
此时已是黄昏,河面上许许多多的白色的水鸟飞来飞去,似乎脚上还踏着华尔兹的舞点,尽情的飞翔;黄昏的天空显得那么的美丽,那红色的余光散在河面上,照在水鸟身上,洒在正坐在河边凳子上静静注视着河面的玛蒂尔德的脸上,她显得是那样的美丽迷人,脸上看不到一丝的苦楚,却显得那样的轻松……
玛蒂尔德,看着水鸟飞舞,脑中回想起那个舞会来,那个晚上她是多么的美丽,多么使人倾倒啊!而今……但她并没有感到痛楚,虽然在经济上,他将面临贫困的残酷,肉体的苦楚,精神的折磨……但在今天,在现在,她却是那样的轻松,甚至是有那么点的快感,因为在精神上,在品德上,她依旧是清白的,她是诚实的,她没有让朋友失望,没有失去道德的底线……
当她起身准备走的时候,她的眼中出现了她丈夫的影子,她揉揉眼,以为是幻觉,睁开眼她的丈夫依旧在。这时, ,玛蒂尔德的眼眶湿润了,对于她,她自知歉意太深,有太多太多的话想要对他讲,却怎么也开不了口,唯有的只是大颗大颗的泪珠顺着脸颊往下掉……而她的丈夫什么也没说,有的只是将他的妻子玛蒂尔德抱在了怀中。
玛蒂尔德和她的朋友珍妮打起了招呼。珍妮告诉她那条项链的真相。她惊呆了,双手捂住了那张得大大的嘴,一对眼睛直直地看着珍妮,眼睛了充满了怨恨和悲哀。
路旁的那几棵大树禁不住寒风的凋零也纷纷扬扬地飘下了枯叶。玛蒂尔德依旧呆呆地站在那里。最后,她慢慢地摊开捂在嘴巴的手,看看这已长满老茧的手,她抱怨着:“为什么,为什么呢?珍妮你为什么不早点告诉我呢?要不,我也不会为了赔这条项链而落到今天这个地步项链的续写项链的续写。上帝,你为什么这么可恶,处处都抓弄我,害我嫁了这么一个没用的老公,又让我为了一条假的项链丢了一个美好的青春。我恨,我恨这个世界的不公。为什么要我做一个不能穿金戴银的穷人呢?项链啊!还是你的错,要不是你太漂亮,我就不会挑中你,那么我也就不会丢失了你……”
一片枯叶飘悠悠地落到了玛蒂尔德的手中,她舒了一口气。望着这片以枯黄的落叶,泪水禁不住流了下来,沾湿了她的脸庞。她把那片枯叶握在手中,把它收拢在了怀里,她反思着:“人生不就像这片枯叶吗?有茂盛的时候,也有老去的时候,但这并不是最重要的,重要的是自己奉献了多少。”玛蒂尔德止住了泪水,把握着枯叶的手伸进了脸庞,她用自己的脸紧紧地贴着手,闭上眼睛又陷入了沉思:“玛蒂尔德啊!玛蒂尔德,说到底,这全都怪你自己。要不是你的爱美,哪会向朋友借那条项链呢!要不是因为你的`爱炫耀,可能舞会那天就不会丢失了项链。要不是因为你当年的一句谎言,可能朋友就会告诉你那条项链是假的了。
哎——归根到底还是你的错啊……”
“玛蒂尔德,玛蒂尔德,你怎么了……”朋友推着她问。
“没什么。”
“要不,你的那条项链我还给你,我的丈夫还会给我买条新的,你看怎样?” “不,不用了,就算是老天对我的惩罚好了,再见!”玛蒂尔德漠漠地笑了一下,告别了珍妮,转过身走开了,开始她新的人生。
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