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狄更斯（1812—1870）是英国最伟大的小说家之一。
他出生于一个穷苦的家庭（他的父亲曾因欠债而入狱），但他后来享有盛名，并且拥有财富。
■1Oliver'
searlylife
OliverTwistwasborninaworkhouse，andwhenhearrivedinthishardworld，itwasverydoubtfulwhetherhewouldlivebeyondthefirstthreeminutes．Helayonahardlittlebedandstruggledtostartbreathing．
Oliverfoughthisfirstbattlewithoutmuchassistancefromthetwopeoplepresentathisbirth．Onewasanoldwoman，whowasnearlyalwaysdrunk，andtheotherwasabusylocaldoctor，whowasnotpaidenoughtobeveryinterestedinOliver'
ssurvival．Afterall，deathwasacommoneventintheworkhouse，whereonlythepoorandhomelesslived．
However，Olivermanagedtodrawhisfirstbreath，andthenannouncedhisarrivaltotherestoftheworkhousebycryingloudly．Hismotherraisedherpaleyoungfacefromthepillowandwhispered，'
Letmeseethechild，anddie．'
Thedoctorturnedawayfromthefire，wherehehadbeenwarminghishands．'
Youmustnottalkaboutdyingyet，'
hesaidtoherkindly．Hegaveherthechildtohold．Lovingly，shekissedthebabyonitsforeheadwithhercoldwhitelips，thenstaredwildlyaroundtheroom，fellback-anddied.'
Poordear！
'
saidthenurse，hurriedlyputtingagreenglassbottlebackinthepocketofherlongskirt.
Thedoctorbegantoputonhiscoat．'
Thebabyisweakandwillprobablyhavedifficulties，'
hesaid．'
Ifso，giveitalittlemilktokeepitquiet．'
Thenhelookedatthedeadwoman.'
Themotherwasagood－lookinggirl．Wheredidshecomefrom？
'
Shewasbroughtherelastnight，'
repliedtheoldwoman.'
Shewasfoundlyinginthestreet.She'
dwalkedsomedistance，judgingbyhershoes，whichwereworntopieces．Whereshecamefrom，whereshewasgoingto，orwhathernamewas，nobodyknows.'
Thedoctorliftedthegirl'
slefthand.'
Theoldstory，'
hesaidsadly，shakinghishead．'
Noweddingring，Isee．Ah！
Goodnight.'
AndsoOliverwasleftwithonlythedrunkennurse．Withoutclothes，underhisfirstblanket，hecouldhavebeenthechildofakingorabeggar．Butwhenthewomandressedhimlaterinroughcottonclothes，yellowwithage，helookedexactlywhathewas-anorphaninaworkhouse，readyforalifeofmisery，hunger，andneglect.
Olivercriedloudly．Ifhecouldhaveknownthathewasaworkhouseorphan，perhapshewouldhavecriedevenmoreloudly.
Therewasnoonetolookafterthebabyintheworkhouse，soOliverwassenttoaspecial'
babyfarm'
nearby.There，heandthirtyotherchildrenrolledaroundthefloorallday，withouttheinconvenienceoftoomuchfoodortoomuchclothing.MrsMann，theoldwomanwho'
lookedafter'
them，wasveryexperienced．Sheknewwhatwasgoodforchildren，andafullstomachwasverydangeroustotheirhealth.Shealsoknewwhatwasgoodforherself，soshekeptforherownusethemoneythatshewasgivenforthechildren'
sfood．Theboardresponsiblefortheorphanssometimescheckedonthehealthofthechildren，butTheyalwayssentthebeadle，akindoflocalpoliceman，toannouncetheirvisitthedaybefore．Sowhenevertheboardarrived，ofcourse，thechildrenwerealwaysneatandclean．
ThiswasthewayOliverwasbroughtup.Consequently，attheageofninehewasapale，thinchildandshortforhisage．ButdespitefrequentbeatingsbyMrsMann，hisspiritwasstrong，whichwasprobablythereasonwhyhemanagedtoreachtheageofnineatall．
OnOliver'
sninthbirthday，MrBumblethebeadlecametothehousetoseeMrsMann．ThroughthefrontwindowMrsMannsawhimatthegate，andturnedquicklytothegirlwhoworkedwithher．
Quick！
TakeOliverandthoseothersupstairstobewashed！
shesaid．Thensheranouttounlockthegate．（Itwasalwayskeptlockedtopreventofficialvisitorswalkinginunexpectedly．）
Ihavebusinesstotalkabout，'
MrBumbletoldMrsMannasheenteredthehouse．Hewasabigfatman，oftenbad-tempered，andwasfullofself-importance.Hedidnotliketobekeptwaitingatalockedgate.
MrsManntookhishatandcoat，placedachairforhim，andexpressedgreatconcernforhiscomfort．'
You'
vehadalongwalk，MrBumble'
shesaid，'
andyoumustbethirsty．'
Shetookoutabottlefromthecupboard．
No，thankyou，MrsMann.Notadrop．'
Hewavedthebottleaway．
Justalittledrop，MrBumble，withcoldwater，'
saidMrsMannpersuasively．
MrBumblecoughed．'
Whatisit？
heasked，lookingatthebottlewithinterest．
Gin．Ikeepitforthechildren'
smedicinedrink.'
Yougivethechildrengin，MrsMann？
askedMrBumble，watchingasshemixedhisdrink．
Onlywithmedicine，sir．Idon'
tliketoseethemsuffer．'
reagoodwoman，MrsMann．'
MrBumbledrankhalfhisglassimmediately．'
I'
lltelltheboardaboutyou．Now-thereasonwhyI'
mhere．OliverTwistisnineyearsoldtoday．We'
veneverbeenabletodiscoveranythingabouthisparents.'
Thenhowdidhegethisname？
Igaveittohim，'
saidMrBumbleproudly．'
Wefollowthealphabet．ThelastonewasanS-Swubble．ThenitwasT，sothisoneisTwist．ThenextonewillbeUnwin．Anyway，OliverTwistisnowoldenoughtoreturntotheworkhouse．Bringhimhere，please．'
WhileMrsMannwenttogethim，MrBumblefinishedtherestofhisgin．
Oliver，hisfaceandhandsnowalmostclean，wasledintotheroom.
Willyoucomealongwithme，Oliver？
askedMrBumbleinaloudvoice．
OliverwasverygladtobefreeofMrsMann'
sviolence，buthesaidnothingbecauseshewasangrilyshakingherfingerathim．However，asthegateclosedbehindOliver，heburstintotears.Hewasleavingbehindtheotherchildren，theonlyfriendshehad，andherealizedatthatmomenthowlonelyhewasintheworld.
MrBumblewalkedonwithlongsteps，withOliveronhisshortlittlelegsrunningbesidehim．Thefeelingofcontentmentproducedbygin－and－waterhadnowdisappeared，andthebeadlewasinabadmoodoncemore．
Backattheworkhouse，Oliverwastakentoseetheboard.Hestoodinfrontoftenfatmenwhoweresittingaroundatable．
What'
syourname，boy？
askedaparticularlyfatmanwithaveryround，redface．
Oliverwasfrightenedatthesightofsomanypeople，andstartedtocry.
Whyareyoucrying？
Thebeadlehithimontheback，andsonaturallyOlivercriedevenmore.
Theboyisafool，'
onememberoftheboardannounced.
Youknowyouhavenofatherormother，'
saidthefirstman，'
andthatyouhavebeenbroughtupwithotherorphans？
Yes，sir，'
repliedOliver，cryingbitterly．
Whyistheboycrying？
repeatedtheotherman，puzzled．
Youhavecomeheretobeeducated，'
continuedthefatman，'
soyouwillstartworkingheretomorrowatsixo'
clock．'
Oliverwasledawaytoalargeroom，where，onaroughhardbed，hecriedhimselftosleep．
Theroomintheworkhousewheretheboyswerefedwasalargestonehall，andatoneendthemasterandtwowomenservedthefood．Thisconsistedofabowlofthinsoupthreetimesaday，withapieceofbreadonSundays．Theboysateeverythingandwerealwayshungry．Thebowlsneverneededwashing．TheboyspolishedthemwiththeirspoonsuntilTheyshone．Afterthreemonthsofthisslowstarvation，oneoftheboystoldtheothershewassohungrythatonenighthemighteattheboywhosleptnexttohim．Hehadawildhungryeye，andtheotherboysbelievedhim．Afteralongdiscussion，Theydecidedthatoneofthemshouldaskformorefoodaftersupperthatevening，andOliverwaschosen．
Theeveningarrived；
thesoupwasserved，andthebowlswereemptyagaininafewseconds．Oliverwentuptothemaster，withhisbowlinhishand．Hefeltveryfrightened，butalsodesperatewithhunger．
Please，sir，Iwantsomemore．'
Themasterwasafat，healthyman，butheturnedverypale.Helookedatthelittleboyinfrontofhimwithamazement．Nobodyelsespoke．
What？
heaskedatlast，inafaintvoice．
Please，sir，'
repliedOliver，'
Iwantsomemore.'
Themasterhithimwiththeservingspoon，thenseizedOliver'
sarmsandshoutedforthebeadle．Thebeadlecamequickly，heardthedreadfulnews，andimmediatelyrantotelltheboard．
Heaskedformore？
MrLimbkins，thefattestboardmember，askedinhorror．'
Bumble-isthisreallytrue？
Thatboywillbehanged！
saidthemanwhoearlierhadcalledOliverafool．'
YouseeifI'
mnotright．'
Oliverwasledawaytobelockedup，andarewardwasofferedtoanybodywhowouldtakehimawayandusehimforwork.
1奥利弗的童年
奥利弗·
特威斯特出生在一家济贫院里，他来到这个艰难的人世的那一刻，是否能活过三分钟都是很难说的。
他躺在一张小硬板床上，挣扎着开始呼吸。
他出生时在场的两个人没有给他什么帮助，这使得奥利弗要独自承当他的第一场战斗。
其中一个是位老妇人，她几乎总是喝得醉醺醺的；
另一个则是当地一位忙碌的医生，这位医生没有得到足够的报酬，所以对奥利弗能否活下来并不很在意。
在济贫院这个只有穷人和无家可归的人待的地方，死亡毕竟是一件非常平常的事。
不管怎样，奥利弗总算尽力吸进了第一口气，然后，他以响亮的哭声向济贫院里其他的人宣告自己的到来。
他的母亲从枕头上抬起了年轻而苍白的脸，用微弱的声音说：
“让我看一眼孩子，我就可以死了。
”
正在火炉上烤手取暖的医生转过身来，好心地对她说：
“别说什么死不死的了。
”他把孩子递过去让她抱在怀里。
她用冰冷而毫无血色的嘴唇怜爱地在孩子的额头上亲了一下，然后急切地在屋里四处环顾一圈，便向后倒去，咽了气。
“可怜的东西！
”老看护说着，急忙将一个绿色的小玻璃瓶揣回长裙子的兜里。
这时医生开始穿外衣。
“这孩子太弱，恐怕会有麻烦，”他说，“如果真是这样，给他喂点牛奶，好让他别哭。
”然后，他又转过脸看了一眼死去的女人，说：
“这母亲长得还挺漂亮。
她是从哪儿来的？
“她是昨天夜里被送到这儿来的，”老妇人回答道。
“她倒在马路上，被人发现了。
她脚上那双鞋子已经磨得破破烂烂的了，由此可以看出她是从很远的地方来的。
她从哪儿来，要到哪儿去，叫什么名字，没人知道。
医生拉起那年轻女人的左手，摇摇头，伤心地说：
“又是老一套。
没有结婚戒指，果然如此。
唉！
晚安。
奥利弗就这样被留下了，由那位醉醺醺的看护一个人看着。
他光着身子，裹在毕生第一块毯子里，既可以是国王的儿子，也可以是乞丐的儿子。
可后来老妇人给他穿上了由于年头太久而发了黄的粗棉布衣服，这时，他看上去和他的身份完全一致了——一个济贫院的孤儿，准备好了去过一种充满苦难、饥饿和忽视的生活。
奥利弗大声哭着。
假如他已经知道自己是一个济贫院的孤儿，他可能会哭得更响些。
在济贫院里没有专人照顾婴儿，所以奥利弗被送进了附近一家专门的“育婴堂”。
在这里，奥利弗与其他三十多个孩子每天在地上滚爬着，没有过多的衣物和食物来麻烦他们。
曼太太“照顾”着这些
升级会员 