Sheassesherotherarmroundmyneck,andherfingersticklemeastheymoveacrossit。Theroomisquietandinhalf-darkness,buttheticklinghastouchedmynervesandIbegintoawake。Mammaissittingnearme—thatIcantell—andtouchingme;Icanhearhervoiceandfeelherresence。Thisatlastrousesmetosringu,tothrowmyarmsaroundherneck,tohidemyheadinherbosom,andtosaywithasigh:
“Ah,dear,darlingMamma,howmuchIloveyou!”
Shesmileshersad,enchantingsmile,takesmyheadbetweenhertwohands,kissesmeontheforehead,andliftsmeontoherla。
“Doyoulovemesomuch,then?”shesays。Then,afterafewmoments’silence,shecontinues:“Andyoumustlovemealways,andneverforgetme。IfyourMammashouldnolongerbehere,willyouromisenevertoforgether—never,Nicolinka?”andshekissesmemorefondlythanever。
“Oh,butyoumustnotseakso,darlingMamma,myowndarlingMamma!”IexclaimasIclasherknees,andtearsofjoyandlovefallfrommyeyes。
How,aftersceneslikethis!Iwouldgoustairs,andstandbeforetheicons,andsaywitharaturousfeeling,“GodblessPaaandMamma!”andreeatarayerformybelovedmotherwhichmychildishlishadlearnttolis—theloveofGodandotherblendingstrangelyinasingleemotion!
AftersayingmyrayersIwouldwramyselfuinthebedclothes。Myheartwouldfeellight,eaceful,andhay,andonedreamwouldfollowanother。Dreamsofwhat?Theywereallofthemvague,butallofthemfullofureloveandofasortofexectationofhainess。Usually,also,therewouldbesomefavoritetoy—achinadogorharestuckintothebed-cornerbehindtheillow,anditwouldleasemetothinkhowwarmandcomfortableandwellcared—foritwasthere。Also,IwouldrayGodtomakeeveryonehay,sothateveryonemightbecontented,andalsotosendfineweathertomorrowforourwalk。ThenIwouldturnmyselfoverontotheotherside,andthoughtsanddreamswouldbecomejumbledandentangledtogetheruntilatlastIsletsoundlyandeacefully,thoughwithafacewetwithtears。
Doinafterlifethefreshnessandlight-heartedness,thecravingforloveandforstrengthoffaith,everreturnwhichweexerienceinourchildhood’syears?Whatbettertimeisthereinourlivesthanwhenthetwobestofvirtues—innocentgaietyandaboundlessyearningforaffection—areoursoleobjectsofursuit?
Wherenowareourardentrayers?Wherenowareourbestgifts—theuretearsofemotionwhichaguardianangeldrieswithasmileasheshedsuonuslovelydreamsofineffablechildishjoy?Canitbethatlifehasleftsuchheavytracesuonone’sheartthatthosetearsandecstasiesareforevervanished?Canitbethatthereremainstousonlytherecollectionofthem?
艰辛的人生
TheStrenuousLife
西奥多·罗斯福
TheodoreRoosevelt
一种怠惰安逸的生活,一种仅仅是由于缺少追寻伟大事物的愿望或能力而导致的悠闲,这对国家与个人都是没有价值的。
我们不欣赏那种怯懦安逸的人。我们钦佩那种表现出奋力向上的人,那种永不冤枉邻人,能随时帮助朋友,但是也具有那些刚健的性质,足以在实际生活的严酷斗争中获取胜利的人。失败是艰难的,但是从不曾努力去争取成功,却更为糟糕。在人的一生中,任何的收获都要通过努力去得到。目前不用作任何的努力,只是意味着在过去有过努力的积蓄。一个人不必工作,除非他或他的祖先曾经努力工作过,并取得了丰厚的收获。如果他能把换取到的此类的自由加以正确地运用,仍然做些实际的工作,尽管那些工作是属于另一类的,不论是作一名作家还是将军,不论是在政界还是在探险和冒险方面做些事情,都表明他没有辜负自己的好运。
但是,如果他将这段不需从事实际工作的自由时期,不用于准备,而仅仅是用于享乐,尽管他所从事的或许并非邪恶的享乐,那就表明了他只是地球表面上的一个赘疣,而且他肯定无法在同僚之中维持自己的地位,如果那种需要再度出现的话。安逸的生活终究不是一种令人很满意的生活,而且,最主要的是,过那种生活的人最终肯定没有能力担当起世上之重任。
于个人如此,对国家也是这样。有人说一个没有历史的国家是得天独厚的,这是卑鄙的谎言。一种得天独厚的优越感来源于一个国家具有光荣的历史。冒险去从事伟大的事业,赢得光荣的胜利,即使其中掺杂着失败,那也远胜于与那些既没有享受多大快乐也没有遭受多大痛苦的平庸之辈为伍,因为他们生活在一个既享受不到胜利也遭遇不到失败的灰暗境界里。
Alifeofslothfulease,alifeofthateacewhichsringsmerelyfromlackeitherofdesireorofowertostriveaftergreatthings,isaslittleworthyofanationasanindividual。
Wedonotadmirethemanoftimideace。Weadmirethemanwhoembodiesvictoriousefforts,themanwhoneverwrongshisneighbor,whoisromttohelafriend,butwhohasthosevirilequalitiesnecessarytowininthesternstrifeofactuallife。Itishardtofail,butitisworsenevertohavetriedtosucceed。Inthislifewegetnothingsavebyeffort。Freedomfromeffortintheresentmerelymeansthattherehasbeeneffortstoreduintheast。Amancanbefreefromthenecessityofworkonlybythefactthatheorhisfathersbeforehimhaveworkedtogoodurose。Ifthefreedomthusurchasedisusedaright,andthemanstilldoesactualwork,thoughofadifferentkind,whetherasawriterorageneral,whetherinthefieldofoliticsorinthefieldofexlorationandadventure,heshowshedeserveshisgoodfortune。
Butifhetreatsthiseriodoffreedomfromtheneedofactuallaborasaeriod,notofrearation,butofmereenjoyment,eventhougherhasnotofviciousenjoyment,heshowsthatheissimlyacumbererontheearth’ssurface;andhesurelyunfitshimselftoholdhisownlacewithhisfellows,iftheneedtodososhouldagainarise。Amerelifeofeaseisnotintheendaverysatisfactorylife,and,aboveall,itisalifewhichultimatelyunfitsthosewhofollowitforseriousworkintheworld。
Asitiswiththeindividual,soitiswiththenation。Itisabaseuntruthtosaythathayisthenationthathasnohistory。Thricehayisthenationthathasaglorioushistory。Farbetteritistodaremightythings,towinglorioustriumhs,eventhoughcheckeredbyfailure,thantotakerankwiththoseoorsiritswhoneitherenjoymuchnorsuffermuch,becausetheyliveinthegraytwilightthatknowsneithervictorynordefeat。
勇?气
Courage
约翰·菲茨杰拉德·肯尼迪
JohnFitzgeraldKennedy
人生中的勇气,经常不像紧要时刻的勇气那么富于戏剧性,但是这种勇气却同样是一个关于胜利和悲剧的壮观混合体。一个人去做他必须做的一切事情——不计个人得失,不考虑种种的障碍、危险和压力——这就是人类一切道德的基石。
勇敢,不需要特殊的条件,也没有奇妙的规则,同样也不需要时间、地点和情况的特意配合。它是每个人迟早都会遇到的这么一个机会。政治不过是对勇气进行特殊考验的一个场所而已。不管在人生的什么场合下遭遇勇气的挑战,也不论为了遵从自己的良心而将面对什么样牺牲——朋友、财富和满足的丧失,甚至同伴对你的敬重——每个人都必须自己决断所遵行的方针政策。旁人勇敢的故事可以阐释那个因素——能够教导我们,为我们带来希望和灵感,但却不能给我们带来勇气。因为每个人必须到自己的灵魂深处去寻找勇气。