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一个人在监狱里慢慢变老了，坐在那儿为他的监禁生活伤心。 他说："唉！这是一个多么糟糕的地方啊，而我却不得不呆在里面丨我的身边都是叹息和抽泣，悲伤和罪恶。这些令人讨厌的墙紧紧地约束着我。一根根窗格条那么牢固那么粗重，根本不可能逃脱。监狱可恨，我在这里度过的岁月可恨，这里的一张张男人女人的脸也可恨，他们也是像我一样的犯人。哎！多希望那扇门能打开，我就是一个自由的人啊！" 不久进来一个穿白色衣服的人，他把门打开，向他示意说："出来吧！" 但是那个人却在原先坐着的地方蹲下来，大喊道：“不丨不！我还没有准备好要出去呢。不管怎样，监狱既结实又挡雨，除了冬天外不是很冷。外面很陌生很空落，冷风呼呼吹，我真不知道去哪里。而且我的狱友们也很好，尽管他们道德不是那么高尚。让我呆在这里吧，至少雨淋不着,很暖和，能避开外面那些我不了解的事情。" 说着，他转向狱友们，抓着他们的衣服，喊着：“救救我吧！别让穿白色衣服的人把我从那扇开着的门带走！” The Open Door A man who had grown old in prison sat and bewailed his imprisonment. “Alas!” he said, “what a dreadful place is this in which I must stay! All around me is sighing and sobbing, sorrow and wickedness. The loathly walls hem me in straitly； the window-bars are strong and heavy; there is no escape. Hateful is this prison, hateful the days i pass in it, hateful the faces of men and women, prisoners like myself. Oh, that the door were open，and I a free man! ” By and by came one in white, who set open the door, and beckoned to the man, and said，“ Come forth! ” But the man crouched down where he sat, and cried out, “No! No! I am not ready to go yet. After all, the prison is tight and dry, and not so very cold, save in winter. Out side it is strange and empty, and a wind blows, I know not whither. Moreover, my fellow-prisoners are friendly, even if they are not so very virtuous. Let me stay here, where at least I am dry and warm, and safe from the things that are not known.，’ And he turned to his fellow-prisoners, and laid hold on their clothes, and cried, “ Save me! Save me from him in white，and from the open door! ’， |
