标题: 5月24日英语故事:The Cobbler and the Banker [打印本页] 作者: 星期一 时间: 2010-5-24 10:03 标题: 5月24日英语故事:The Cobbler and the Banker
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read the story carefully and then write down what you get from the story to gain the score.
A cobbler passed his time in singing from morning till night; it was wonderful to see, wonderful to hear him; he was more contented in shoes, than was any of the seven sages. his neighbor, on the contrary,who was rolling in wealth, sung but little and slept less. He was abanker; when by chance he fell into a doze at day-break, the cobblerawoke him with his song. The banker complained sadly that providence had not made sleep a saleable commodity, like edibles or drinkables.Having at length sent for the songster, he said to him, "how much ayear do you earn, master gregory?" "how much a year, sir?"said the merry cobbler laughing, "I have reckon in that way, living as I do fromone day to another; somehow I manage to reach the end of the year; eachday brings its meal." "Well then! how much a day do you earn, my friend?""Sometimes more, sometimes less; but the worst of it is, and,without that our earnings would be very tolerable, a number of days occur in the year on which we are forbidden to work; and the curate,moreover, is constantly adding some new saint to the list." the banker,laughing at his simplicity, said, "in the future I shall place you above want. Take this hundred crowns, preserve them carefully, and makeuse of them in time of need." Yhe cobbler fancied he beheld all the wealth which the earth had produced in the past century for the use of mankind. Returning home, he buried his money and his happiness at thesame time, no more singin; he lost his voice, the moment he acquired that which is the source of so much grief. Sleep quitted his dwelling;and cares, suspicions, and false alarms took its place, all day, hiseye wandered in the direction of his treasure; and at night, if somestray cat made a noise, the cat was robbing him. At length the poor man ran to the house of his rich neighbor;"give me back."said he, "Sleep and my voice, and take your hundred crowns."