儿子(The Son)(2)

　　场面非常安静。这时有一个声音在厅堂的后面叫道：“我们要看名画，跳过这一幅。”

　　but the auctioneer persisted, "will someone bid for this painting? who will start the bidding? $100, $200?"

　　但拍卖经纪人坚持着：“有没有人投这幅画的标?谁先开始?一百，两百?

　　another voice shouted angrily, "we didn't come here to see this painting. we came to see the van gohs, the rembrandts. get on with the real bids".

　　另外一个声音高喊着，非常愤怒：“我们不是来这里看这幅画的，我们是来看梵高的画，看伦伯朗的画的。快进入真正的竞标吧。”

　　but still the auctioneer continued, "the son! the son! who will take the son?" finally, a voice came from the very back of the room. it was the longtime

　　gardener of the man and his son. "i'll give you $10 for the painting." being a poor man, it was all he could afford.

　　但拍卖经纪人依旧继续着：“儿子，儿子，谁要这儿子?”终于，一个声音从厅堂的深处传来：“我出十块钱要这画。”因为穷，这是他力所能及的价钱。

　　"we have $10, who will bid $20??"

　　"give it to him for $10. let's see the masters".

　　”

　　"$10 is the bid, won't someone bid $20?"

　　“有人标了十块，有谁肯标二十的吗?”

　　“十块给他吧，让我们看名作。

　　“标价十块，没有人标二十的吗?”

　　the crowd was becoming angry. they didn't want the picture of the son. they wanted the more worthy investments for their collections.

　　the auctioneer pounded his gavel. "going once, twice, sold for $10!"

　　a man sitting in the second row shouted, "now let's get on with the collection!

　　the auctioneer laid down his gavel "i'm sorry, the auction is over".

　　”

　　"what about the paintings?"

　　人群开始愤怒起来。他们不想要这儿子的画。他们要收藏的是更值得投资的东西。

　　拍卖经纪人敲打着槌子：“一次竞标，两次竞标，十块得标!”

　　一位坐在第二排的人喊道：“现在让我们开始进入收藏品的竞标。”

　　那拍卖经纪人放下他的槌子说：“很抱歉，竞标已经结束了。”

　　“那些收藏品怎么办?”

　　"i'm sorry, when i was called to conduct this auction, i was told of a secret stipulation in the will. i was not allowed to reveal that stipulation until this

　　time. only the painting of the son would be auctioned. whoever bought that painting would inherit the entire estate, including the paintings. the man who took the son, gets everything!"

　　“对不起，当我被叫来负责这场拍卖的时候，我被告知那人的遗嘱中有秘密的约定，一直到现在我是不允许暴露这个秘密的。只有儿子这幅画是要拍卖的。谁买了这幅画谁就继承整个遗产，包括这幅画。那个男人拿了儿子肖像，得到了一切。”

　　god gave his son 2000 years ago to die on the cruel cross. much like the auctioneer, his message today is "the son, the son, who'll take the son?" because, you see, whoever takes the son gets everything.