The origin of the police and hymns?

O Henry, a famous American short story writer and poet laureate of Manhattan, is called "the humorous encyclopedia of American life".

Content:

Soapy lay impatiently on a bench in Madison Square, tossing and turning. Whenever geese appear in the night sky.

A woman without a seal coat is more affectionate to her husband. Soapy is in the street park.

When the bench is restless, people will understand that winter is close at hand.

A dead leaf fell on soapy's leg. That's a white killer card. Jack vs. Mai

The permanent residents of Dixon Square are very polite and say hello before coming every year. At Cross Street

Boss, he gave his business card to the "North Wind", the messenger of the "outdoor building", to make the residents ready.

Soapy realized that it was time for him to make up his mind. He immediately organized a separate finance committee.

He resisted the coming cold, so he tossed and turned impatiently on the bench.

Soapy's winter ambition is not the highest. He doesn't want to cruise in the Mediterranean or go to the south to bask in the sun.

Sleepy sun, but I never thought of drifting in Su Wei Bay. His only dream is to stay on the island.

Three months is enough. For three months, I have food, a bed to sleep in, like-minded partners, and

Get rid of the "north wind" and the police. For soapy, this is the greatest wish of thinking day and night.

For many years, the hospitable Blackwell Island Prison has been Soapy's winter residence. Zheng zhengfu

New york people who are more angry than him buy tickets to Palm Beach every winter, just like the Riviera, and so does Soapy.

Escape to the island once a year to make some necessary arrangements. Now it is time again. He slept in ancient times last night.

On the bench next to the fountain in the old square, three Sunday newspapers were padded in coats and wrapped around their feet.

Ankle, covering her thighs, also failed to resist the cold attack. Therefore, in his mind, the shadow of this island.

The image immediately emerged vividly. He cursed the cloth for the poor in the town in the name of charity.

Stone. In Soapy's eyes, law is more lenient than relief. He can go to many places, including municipal offices,

Various organizations run by relief agencies, he can go to equip himself, muddle along, and barely live, but pick up

For a man with a proud soul like Soapy, accepting charity is an unbearable torture. Satoshi

Accept any benefits of a good organization without paying a price, but you must bear mental injustice.

In return for the humiliation. Just as Caesar treated Brutu (5), everything has advantages and disadvantages, so sleep on charity.

The bed of the institution must be taken to take a bath first; If you want to eat a piece of bread, you must explain yourself first.

The origin and privacy of. Therefore, it is much better to be a guest of the law. Although the law is ruthless

Do things in private and follow the rules, but at least you won't interfere too much in the private affairs of a gentleman.

Once he decided to go to the island, Soapy immediately set about making it a reality. In order to realize your wish,

There are many simple ways, and the most comfortable way is to go to a luxury restaurant and eat one, and then

Admit that you are penniless and unable to pay, and then hand it over to the police quietly.

Check. Everything else should be handled by the public security judge in question.

Soapy left the bench, strolled out of the square and crossed the drain at the intersection of Broadway and Fifth Avenue.

A green flat road. He turned to Broadway and stopped in front of a brightly lit cafe.

Step, here, the best grapes, silk and protoplasm are accumulated every night.

Soapy is quite confident in his vest from the bottom button. His beard has been shaved and so has his coat.

Not bad enough. His neat black bow tie was given to him by a church lady on Thanksgiving Day. As long as he

Before reaching the dinner table, success belongs to him without doubt. His upper body will never let the stone be exposed on the table.

People are suspicious. Soapy thinks a roast duck is quite right-another bottle of Chablis, and then a card.

Menbei cheese, a small cup of black coffee and a cigar. A dollar for a cigar is enough. accomplish

The combined price of departments should not be too high, so as not to be retaliated by cafes too much; But eat this.

A meal will make him feel satisfied and carefree on his trip to the winter shelter.

However, as soon as Soapy's foot stepped into the door, the foreman's eyes fell on his old pants and rags.

On the shoes. Pushing him with a strong and quick hand, he was quietly taken out and put on pedestrians.

Tao saved the poor fate of the wild duck killed by danger.

Soapy left Broadway. It seems that by eating a lot to the mouth-watering island, this

The solution is not feasible. If you want to go to prison, you have to find another way.

At the corner of Sixth Avenue, the goods in the brightly lit and beautifully furnished large glass windows are particularly eye-catching

The striking soapy picked up a pebble and threw it at the window. People came running from the corner and took the lead.

It's a policeman. Soapy stood motionless, his hands in his pockets, facing the brass button.

Pet-name ruby buckle smile.

"Where is the guy who caused the accident?" The police officer asked angrily.

"Don't you think this has something to do with me?" Soapy said, a little ironic, but friendly,

Because his peach blossom luck is orthogonal.

The police didn't even target soapy. Whoever broke the window will not stay at the scene with the law.

The minions of the law have long said that they have run away. The police saw a man running after a car half a block away.

He waved his baton and ran after him. Soapy was so disgusted that he had to drag his feet and start swimming again.

Swing. He miscalculated again.

There is an obscure restaurant across the street, which can fill your stomach without spending much money.

Its bowl is rough, the air is turbid, the soup is as light as water, and the napkin is as thin as silk. Soapy wears that curse.

Cursed shoes and exposed pants stepped into the restaurant. God bless them, they were not looked down upon. He walked to the table.

I sat down and ate steak, pancakes, doughnuts and pies. Then, he told the waiter the truth: he

I have never had any contact with Master Qian.

"Now, call the police," said Soapy. "Don't keep grandpa waiting."

"There is no need to call the police," said the waiter, with a voice as greasy as a cream cake and eyes as red as a cream cake.

Cherry in Manhattan aperitif. "Hey, Kang!"

Two waiters neatly pushed him down on the cold and hard sidewalk, with his left ear against the ground. Sobi

Get up from the ground bit by bit, like a carpenter opening a folding ruler and then taking off his clothes.

Dust. The desire to be arrested is just a dream, and the island is too far away. Separated by two walls

A policeman stood in front of the drugstore. He walked down the street with a smile.

After Soapy walked five blocks, the anger of wanting to be arrested returned. There is a great chance this time.

In this rare case, he thinks it is as sure as a gun. A simple but charming young woman stood in the cupboard.

In front of the window, I stared at the shaving cups and ink bottles on display with great interest. Two yards away, one

The burly policeman leaned against the faucet with a serious expression.

Soapy's plan is to dress up as a dirty and annoying "troublemaker" His goal is to be gentle and quiet,

There is also a loyal policeman in front of him, which makes him believe that the police are holding him.

How comfortable your arms are, and you can spend the winter in the small nest on the island.

Certificate.

Soapy adjusted the bow tie given to him by the church priestess, pulled down the jagged shirt cuffs and put on his hat.

As soon as I lifted my back, I almost fell down and leaned over to the woman. He gave her a wink, green

Voice, hem and haw, smirked, performed all the despicable activities done by hooligans.

That's great. He narrowed his eyes and saw the police staring at him. The young woman moved a few steps,

And obsessed with looking at shaving cups. Soapy followed her, boldly approached her, raised his hat and said.

Aha, Bedelia, don't you want to play in my yard? "

The police still cling to it. As long as the frivolous young woman moves, it means that she has gone to bed.

Lu went to the island's comfort zone. In imagination, he has felt the comfort and warmth of the police station.

The young woman turned to face him, stretched out a hand and grabbed Soapy's coat cuff.

"Sure, Mike," she said happily, "if you are willing to spend money to buy me a beer.

In that case. If that policeman hadn't been watching me, he would have talked to you. "

The young woman clings to his big oak tree like ivy. Soapy walked past the policeman with his heart in the air.

Depressed It seems destiny takes a hand, he should be free.

As soon as he got to the corner, he dumped his girlfriend and ran away. He ran far away in one breath.

Here, staying up all night is the brightest lamp, the most relaxed mood, the most rash oath and the lightest song.

Drama. Ladies in fur and gentlemen in coats are walking happily in the cold.

Walk. Soapy suddenly felt a wave of fear. Perhaps some terrible magic prevented him from being punished.

Be arrested. The idea gave him the willies. But when he saw a policeman in the brightly lit theater.

When patrolling in front of the high-profile door, he immediately seized the lifeline of "disturbing public order"

Soapy tore open his broken gong-like voice on the sidewalk and acted like a drunk.

He jumped, roared and shouted, and tried his best to disturb the sky.

The policeman turned his baton, twisted his back to Soapy, and explained to a citizen, "This is

A Yale boy is celebrating his victory. They played a game with Hartford College and invited people to eat a big goose egg.

It's a little loud, but it doesn't matter. We got instructions from oversight. Let them make trouble. "

Soapy discontentedly stopped the futile noise. Will the police never do it?

Really? In his dream, the island seems to be an unreachable paradise. He buckled it.

A thin coat against the biting wind.

Soapy saw a well-dressed man lighting a cigarette in a cigar shop. When the man walked into the shop,

Lean the silk umbrella against the door. Soapy stepped into the shop door, picked up the silk umbrella and walked out casually. Light a cigarette

People rushed out.

"My umbrella," he snapped.

"Oh, really?" Soapy sneer at a way; Add an insult to petty theft.

"Well, why don't you call the police? Yes, I took it. Your umbrella! Why don't you call the patrol?

Where are the police? It's a mile around the corner. "

The owner of the silk umbrella slowed down, and so did Soapy. He had a premonition that fate would

Oppose him again. The policeman looked at them curiously.

"Of course," said the owner of the silk umbrella, "that's, oh, you know, this misunderstanding sometimes happens. ...

I ... I hope you don't mind that this umbrella is yours ... I bought it in a restaurant this morning. ...

If you recognize it as yours, then ... I hope you don't ... "

"Of course it's mine," said Soapy savagely.

The former owner of the silk umbrella walked away angrily. The policeman rushed to help a man in a suit.

A tall blonde woman in a tuxedo cloak crossed the street to avoid a tram coming two blocks away.

Will touch her.

Soapy walked eastward and crossed a street that was uneven because of renovation. He put silk in a rage.

The umbrella fell into a pit. He complained about the guys with helmets and batons.

Because he just wants to fall into the French Open, and they just regard him as a king who never makes mistakes.

Finally, soapy came to a street leading to the east side, where the lights were dim and the noise was very low.

Yes or no. He walked along the street to Madison Square, although his home was only a mile away from the park.

Stool, but the instinct to go home still brought him there.

However, in an unusually quiet corner, Soapy stopped. There is an old church here.

It looks quaint and messy This is a mountain-shaped building. Soft light passes through the lavender glass window.

Mapping out, there is no doubt that the organist is practicing Sunday's hymn. Sweet music drifted into the rope.

Bobby's ears attracted him and glued him to the spiral iron railing.

The moon is high in the night sky, shining and silent; Fewer pedestrians and vehicles; Swallows under the eaves

Birds chirped a few times in their sleep-now it's like the atmosphere of a country church cemetery. The organist played this piece.

This hymn resonates with Soapy on the iron railing, because when he has maternal love, roses,

Ambition, friends, innocent thoughts and white-collar workers, he is very familiar with hymns.

Soapy's sensitive emotions merged with the subtle influence of the old church, which made his soul suddenly out of the body.

Wonderful changes have taken place. He immediately realized in horror that he had fallen into the abyss and into the years.

Shameful desire, pessimism and disappointment, exhaustion of intelligence and despicable motives-all these constitute his life.

Live.

For an instant, this new mental state made him very excited. A quick and strong impulse inspired.

Take him to face the rough life. He wants to drag himself out of the mire, and he wants to conquer the man who once controlled himself.

Demon. It's not too late, he is still young, and he wants to reproduce his ambition and be firm.

To achieve it. The solemn and sweet tone of the organ caused a revolution in his mind.

Tomorrow, he will go to the busy business district to find something to do. A fur importer once asked him to be a driver. Tomorrow,

Find him and take the job. He is willing to be a temporary figure. he will ...

Soapy felt a hand on his arm. He turned to snap a shot and saw the width of a policeman.

Scribing platform

What are you doing here? Asked the policeman.

"Nothing," said Soapy.

"Then come with me," said the policeman.

The next morning, the judge of the police court announced, "Blackwell Island, three months."

1 white murder: the embodiment of "frost".

(2) Blackwell Island: Located in the East River of new york. There are prisons on the island.

(3) Palm Beach: A town in southeastern Florida, USA, which is a winter resort.

Riviera: a part of the Mediterranean coast of southern Europe, located in the southeast of France.

Northwest Italy and resorts are holidays.

⑤ Julius Caesar: (100— 44 BC) Roman commander and politician, a Roman.

Dictator, assassinated by * * *, sent nobles. Brutu: optimates in Rome (85-42 BC).

Politician, the mastermind of Caesar's assassination, fled to Greece and gathered troops against the allied forces of Anthony and Octavian.

Suicide due to defeat.

The author's punch line refers to wine, gorgeous clothes and upper-class people.

⑦ Chablis: A non-alcoholic wine, which originated from Chablis in France.

Sweet white wine.

(8) Camembert cheese: a soft cheese produced in France. origin

It was named after a village in Normandy, France. Produced this cheese.

Pet-name ruby refers to the police, because the buttons on the police uniform are made of brass.

Attending Acadia: It was originally a mountainous area in ancient Greece, but now it is in the Peloponnesian Peninsula.

The central part of the peninsula is famous for its simple rural life, and now it generally refers to "Xanadu".

⑾ English proverb: A king can do nothing wrong. )●