钢琴质之恋-在化妆间里2

Don't tell me. You're a reporter Which newspaper do you work for?

阿，不用说，你是记者。你是哪一家报社的?

The Sunday Times, sir.

“《星期日时报》，先生。”

A very good newspaper. Come in and sit down. Ask your questions. We were young once, werent we. Linda? But of course that as a long time ago.

那是家很好的报纸。进来坐吧。有什么问题就问吧。我们也曾经年轻过，对不对，琳达?不过，那当然是很久很久以前的事情了。

He turned to a tall woman, who was standing in the corner. She smiled at me with friendly brown eyes. So this is Lady Evans, I thought What a nice face she has! She looks like a farmer's wife.

他转向角落里站着的一位高个子女士。她那双褐色的眼睛含着友好的笑意看着我。“那么，这位一定是埃文斯夫人了，”我心想,“她的脸庞真慈祥！她看上去就像农夫的妻子。”

I was not afraid any more. I sat down and opened my notebook.

我不再感到害怕了。我坐下来，推开笔记本。

Tell me about yourself, please, Sir Anthony Did you come from a musical family? Did you start to learn the piano when you were three, like Mozart?

请告诉我一些关于您自己的事情，安东尼爵士。您出身于音乐世家吗？您是不是像莫扎特那样，三岁就开始学习弹钢琴了？

The famous pianist smiled. "No, no, my dear. I am the first musician in my family. And I was fourteen years old before I touched a piano for the first time." He saw the surprise on my face. "We have a little time before my concert. I'll tell you my story. It's a strange story, but every word of it is true. You see, I left school when I was thirteen. Everybody called me Tony in those days. I worked on a farm…"

这位著名的钢琴演奏家笑道:“不，亲爱的孩

子，不是这样。我是我们家出的头一个音乐家。直到14岁，我才第一次接触钢琴。”他看到我脸上讶异的神色，接着说:“音乐会开始之前，我们能有一小会儿时间，让我把我的故事讲给你听吧。这是一个不可思议的故事，但字字句句都是真的。是这样的，我13岁就离开了学校。那会儿他们都叫我托尼。我在一个农场里干活儿。

It was an exciting story and he told it well. At first I tried to write everything down in my notebook. Then the pen fell from my hand and I just listened. I was lost in Sir Anthony's wonderful story. He told me about an old school behind a high wall in a dirty street. There was broken glass on top of the wall. The school yard was very small. As he spoke, pictures came into my mind. I saw a little boy called Tony Evans, playing football with an old tin…

他娓娓道出了一个令人激动的故事。起初，我试图把他说的每一句话都记在笔记本上。然而，听着听着，笔从我手中滑落，我只是投入地听他讲述。我沉浸在安东尼爵士那个奇妙的故事当中。他向我讲到一条肮脏的小巷里高墙内的一所旧学校，墙头插着碎玻璃,学校的院子很窄小。他讲着讲着，我脑海里渐漸浮现出这样一幅画面个名叫托尼埃文斯的小男孩，把一个日罐头盒当足球踢着…