有一 天，我和两位小学时代的同学，去一个同乡家里吃饭，主人刚刚买了 个十三岁的丫头来，那女孩长得面黄肌瘦，身材短小，满脸现着 泪痕，倒是一双乌溜溜的大黑眼睛，非常惹人怜爱。
One day, together with two classmates of the primary-school days, I went to dinner at a fellow provincial's home.
女主人是一位 师长太太，她命令女孩走路给我们看，并请我们批评她的一举一动的 姿式，是否合于一个师长公馆用的丫头。
The host had just bought a 13-year-old slave girl.
那两位同学，真的将视线集 中在女孩的身上；可是我的眼里却正在燃烧着不平的火焰！
Short and slight in build, she looked thin and sickly with a tear-stained face.
我恨那 位女主人太不人道了，简直把人当做畜生看，我当时气得饭也吃不 下，借故回到学校，立刻写了一篇《利那的印象》，用"闲事"的笔 名，奇给编《大公报》的李抱一先生。
But her bright big ebony eyes were just lovely.
第三天，当我走进阅报室，无 意中看到了自己的作品，那时的快乐，的确是不能以笔墨形容的。
The hostess, who was a division commander's wife, ordered the girl to show us her gait So that we could judge whether each and every of her postures befitted her position as maid in an official mansion.
"你看今天的报没有？" 我问一位同学。
As my former classmates were focusing their eyes on the poor girl, Iburned with fury at the gross injustice.
"没有，是不是有你的大作？
I detested the hostess for her inhuman act of treating the girl like an animal. was too angry to eat and left on some excuse.
她向我做了一个鬼脸。
Back at the school, I immediately wrote a story entitled My Instant Response under the pseudonym of "Xian Shi', which I mailed to Mr. Li Baoyi, editor of the Da Gong Daily.
"岂敢，岂敢。" 我一溜烟跑了。
Three days later, on entering the reading room, I was extremely thrilled to find my story published in the paper.
其实，说良心话，我当时的心境真是矛盾万分，一方面希望同学 们知道那篇小说是我写的回，一方面又觉得太难为情。
"Did you see today's paper?" asked one of the two former classmates.
"你这该死的家伙，怎么把前天唐太太请我们看丫头的事写成了 小说呢？
"No, I didn't.
你不怕她生气吗？' 發 14 咏声这么责备我。
You must have had something published, I guess?" She grimaced at me.
"谁管她！
"Oh. no. wouldn't presume." I walked away quickly.
她既然能买卖人口，难道我连说话的自由都没有吗？
Frankly,1 had mixed feelings.
我下次不去她家里就得了。" 后来咏声做了师长的姨太太，而那位可怜的小丫头不知何处去 了. 也不知什么缘故，发表了第一篇文章之后，写作的勇气似乎增加 了若干倍。
Much as I hoped that my schoolmates would know me as the author of the story, I could not help feeling very uncomfortable about it. 116 "Damn it! a How come you've written a story of Madame Tang asking us to take a look at her slave girl?
有一次上生物学，同学们都在兴高采烈地解剖小鸽子，我 心里万分难过，眼泪不知不觉地掉下来，一位同学讽刺我： "真是文学家的心肠，居然哭起来了。" 我受不住她的冷嘲，连忙回到教室，写了千余字的《小鸽子之 死》，咀兕科学是残忍的，没有人性的。
The lady might feel hurt, you know?" Yong Sheng said reproachfully.
这篇文章虽然没有发表，但 我觉得并不比《刹那的印象》写得差，从此我得了一个经验，要有真 情实感，才能写出好文章
T don't care a damn about her!