波罗乃兹/土拨鼠

　　Dear Christoph, I've been thinking about your story about the prince.

　　亲爱的Christoph，我一直在想你说的王子的故事。

　　Christoph, I don't think the prince is afraid of Beethoven.

　　Christoph，我认为王子并不是害怕贝多芬。

　　I believe he is showing him respect.

　　我觉得他是尊重贝多芬。

　　In Vienna, everyone loves music so much, that even a prince will treat carefully around a composer.

　　在维也纳，大家都是特别喜欢音乐。甚至连王子殿下都是小心翼翼地对待作曲家。

　　Have you ever noticed how much music there is in your city?

　　你是否注意过维也纳到处都充满了音乐？

　　I remember the last time I was there.

　　我记得我上次在那儿的时候，

　　You were still quite small.

　　你还很小。

　　I went for a walk one morning

　　一天清晨，我出去散步。

　　in fact, it was that morning I decided I would someday make my living there.

　　事实上，也就是那天早晨，让我决定了以后要住在这里。

　　I was crossing the bridge near your house when I heard, approaching from the direction I'd come ... a military band.

　　我走在你家附近的一座桥上时，我听见了军乐队在我身后演奏。

　　I stopped to listen.

　　我停下来，聆听着。

　　When they had passed by, I continued to cross the bridge to find an organ grinder had stopped to listen, too.

　　当他们走过了，我才继续过桥。我发现一位街头手风琴师也停了下来，聆听军乐队的演奏。

　　His little monkey – perched on his shoulder – leaned forward to look into his master's face.

　　他的小猴子，依偎在主任的肩上，脑袋往前探着注视着主人的脸。

　　And there was more to hear that morning near the bridge.

　　那天早晨，在桥边我还听到了很多音乐。

　　I met, along the river bank, a troupe of country dancers.

　　沿着河岸，我遇到了一群乡村舞者。

　　They had come to dance for money in the street.

　　他们在街头跳舞卖艺。

　　Farther on, I passed under a window and heard a little song come drifting out.

　　继续往前走，当我从窗户下面走过时，一支小曲从窗户里传了出来。

　　As I watched, an old woman came to the window, nodding her head to the tune.

　　我看见一位老妇人来到窗前，一边听着乐曲一边点头。

　　Perhaps it was her student who was playing.

　　可能是她的学生正在弹奏。

　　And I remember a little square.

　　我还记得一个小拐角处。

　　I could not tell you where it was, but I recall the sight of a small girl chasing pigeons.

　　不能告诉你确切的位置，但是我还记得有位小姑娘追赶鸽子的情形。

　　There were two gentlemen meeting and shaking hands,

　　有两位绅士在那里碰面，握手。

　　and I remember the hour striking on a tall city clock.

　　我还记得高高的城市钟在报时。

　　The clock face opened and a tiny woodsman came running out, chased by a tiny fox.

　　钟面是开放式的，一个小小的樵夫跑了出来，追赶在他后面的是只小狐狸。

　　Tomorrow, I am going with friends to Bonn, the city where Beethoven was born.

　　明天，我要和朋友去波恩。那是贝多芬先生的故乡。

　　I know I will find something to tell you about.

　　相信在那儿，我会发现一些故事。回头告诉你。