少年维特的烦恼 英文版 The Sorrows of Young Werther
歌德 Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
AUGUST 4.
I am not alone unfortunate. All men are disappointed in theirhopes, and deceived in their expectations. I have paid a visitto my good old woman under the lime-trees. The eldest boy ranout to meet me: his exclamation of joy brought out his mother,but she had a very melancholy look. Her first word was, "Alas!dear sir, my little John is dead." He was the youngest of herchildren. I was silent. "And my husband has returned fromSwitzerland without any money; and, if some kind people had notassisted him, he must have begged his way home. He was taken illwith fever on his journey." I could answer nothing, but made thelittle one a present. She invited me to take some fruit: I complied,and left the place with a sorrowful heart.