世界短篇小说名作精选

A. 世界短篇小说都有什么

世界三大短篇小说之王有以下三人： （1）莫泊桑 （2）契可夫 （3）欧.亨利。 而能被称为“世界短篇小说巨匠”的只有莫泊桑。代表作有短篇小说《羊脂球》、《项链》等，长篇小说《一生》、《俊友》（又译做《漂亮的朋友》等。
契可夫代表作有短篇小说《变色龙》、《苦恼》、《万卡》、《第六病室》、《套中人》等。
欧.亨利 短篇小说《麦琪的礼物》、《警察与赞美诗》等。

《世界最好短篇小说大全集》精选荟萃了中外著名的短篇小说代表作品，许多都是名家名作，都经历过长期的考验，非常具有文学价值，是广大读者朋友阅读和珍藏的良好版本。

第一辑 某国秘密故事
头发的故事
一件小事
庄园恐怖夜
命系一发
避雷针
光荣的事情
一千元
喂鸽者
一个悲剧
雨中的猫
三声枪响
幸福的红玫瑰
奥利和特鲁芳
飞行员的抉择
小布托拉
白菜汤
玛莎
出名
在邮局里
纪念册
幸福
伤痕
狗的嗅觉
天才的真正智慧
劳动、死亡和疾病
森林之路
羡慕
美丽的女店主
神秘的敲击声
吃白食
雪比亚麻布更白
琼斯先生的悲惨命运
“诺曼底”号遇难记
西班牙的婚礼
广告的受害者
最后一课
一局台球
两所客栈
养老金
玩笑
犹大的面孔
兄弟
桔子
“恶”的化身
柠檬女
阴谋
解脱
某国秘密故事
香粉
骑桶者
往事一页

第二辑 被盗去的情书
寒宵
毒蛇
渺茫中
被盗去的情书
椭圆形肖像
误会
经纪人的罗曼蒂克
心与手
魔术师的报复
忠心不二的公牛
外国佬
美满的婚姻
初恋
雅普雅普岛的金喇叭
最好的忠告
宽恕
一个东方的传说
路过
横祸
威胁
柔弱的人
柯留沙
一只套鞋
穷苦人
三个问题
幸福
离家出走
身教言传
逃往埃及
看望
选择
猫的天堂
侯爵夫人的粉肩
知事下乡
无罪的女佣
可笑的悲剧
屠杀不朽的人
蛙
恋爱圈套
假如是你的话
坟墓掩盖了医生的罪过
马术表演
默哀
通向天堂的弯路

第三辑 敞开着的窗户
白光
纸币的跳跃
太太与西瓜
老婆婆的故事
好朋友
等着的轿车
财神与爱神
桥畔的老人
圣洁的东西
瞎子
黄手绢
金星人的挫折
白手起家者
失败
一本令人不安的书
公民证
装电话
幸福的女人
失眠
维佳，往窗外看
查无此人
绑架
被遗忘在角落的人
聪明的法官

……
第四辑 获得爱的磨难
第五辑 难解决的问题
第六辑 他们要学狗叫

B. 世界著名短篇小说有哪些

001.《指环王》约翰·罗纳德·瑞尔·托尔金其他作品 《精灵宝钻》、《未完成的故事》
002.《荒原》T.S.艾略特
003.《傲慢与偏见》简·奥斯汀 作家其他作品： 《理智与情感》《爱玛》
004.《罗密欧与朱丽叶》莎士比亚 作家其他作品： 《奥赛罗》《李尔王》《麦克白》《哈姆雷特》（四大悲剧）《仲夏夜之梦》、《威尼斯商人》、《第十二夜》、《皆大欢喜》（四大喜剧）
005.《论人生》培根
006.《失乐园》弥尔顿
007.《鲁滨逊漂流记》笛福
008.《格列佛游记》斯威夫特
009.《拜伦诗选》拜伦 作家其他作品：《唐璜》
010.《雪莱诗选》雪莱
011.《简·爱》 夏洛蒂·勃朗特 作家其他作品：《教师》、《维莱特》、《雪莉》、《艾玛》（未完成）
012.《呼啸山庄》艾米莉·勃朗特
013.《大卫·科波菲尔》狄更斯 作家其他作品：《双城记》《匹克威克先生外传》《远大前程》.《雾都孤儿》、《董贝父子》《马丁·瞿述伟》、《荒凉山庄》、《圣诞故事集》
014.《福尔摩斯探案集》阿瑟·柯南·道尔 作家其他作品： 《遗失的世界》
015.《道连·葛雷的画像》奥斯卡·王尔德
016.《苔丝》托马斯·哈代 作家其他作品： 《远离尘嚣》、《还乡》
017.《华伦夫人的职业》萧伯纳 作家其他作品：《圣女贞德》
018.《牛虻》伏尼契
019.《月亮与六便士》 毛姆 作家其他作品：《刀锋》
020. 《艾凡赫》司各特 作家其他作品：《城堡风云》
021. 《汤姆琼斯史》 菲尔丁
022. 《东方快车谋杀案》阿加莎·克里斯蒂 作家其他作品：《阳光下的罪恶》、《三幕悲剧》、《国际学舍谋杀案》、《尼罗河上的惨案》、《罗杰疑案》、《无人生还》
024. 《时间机器》 威尔斯 作家：其他作品《莫罗博士岛》、《隐身人》
025. 《坎德伯雷故事集》 乔叟
026. 《1984》 乔治·奥威尔
027. 《查泰莱夫人的情人》 劳伦斯 作家其他作品：《儿子与情人》，《虹》、《恋爱中的女人》
028. 《蝴蝶梦》 达夫妮·杜穆里埃其他作品《牙买加旅店》
029. 《名利场》 萨克雷其他作品 《潘登尼斯》、《亨利·埃斯蒙德》、《纽克姆一家》、《弗吉尼亚人》
030. 《蝇王》戈尔丁
031. 《爱丽丝漫游仙境》 查尔斯·勒特维奇 ·道奇森 其他作品《爱丽丝镜中奇缘》
032. 《白衣女人》 威廉·威尔基·柯林斯
033. 《金银岛》 罗伯特·路易斯·斯蒂文森 作家其他作品：《化身博士》
034. 《天路历程》 约翰·班扬
035. 《卢宫秘史》 安东尼·霍普
036. 《阿格尼丝·格雷》 安妮·勃朗特其他作品《怀尔德菲尔山庄的房客》
037.《福尔赛世家》高尔斯华绥
038.《愤怒的回顾》奥斯本
039.《尤利西斯》詹姆斯·乔伊斯
040.《德拉库拉》布拉姆·斯托克

C. 世界著名短篇小说有哪些

1、《羊脂球》。“短篇小说大师”之称的法国作家莫泊桑先生创作的小说。《羊脂球》是他的成名作，也是他的代表作之一。故事以羊脂球的悲惨遭遇反衬了资本主义下的丑恶肮脏的灵魂。他们虚伪的面具下藏的都是腐朽的内脏和污秽的思想。
2.《项链》。莫泊桑作于1884年。故事讲述了小公务员的妻子玛蒂尔德为参加一次晚会，向朋友借了一串钻石项链，来炫耀自己的美丽。不料，项链在回家途中不慎丢失。她只得借钱买了新项链还给朋友。为了偿还债务，她节衣缩食，为别人打短工，整整劳苦了十年。最后，得知所借的项链原是一串假钻石项链。本文以项链本身为线索，通过借项链、丢项链、还项链的线索自然地带领读者走进女主人公玛蒂尔德的生活及其内心世界，深刻领略19世纪的法国小人物无法决定自身命运的悲剧现实。
3.《变色龙》。是俄国作家契诃夫早期创作的一篇讽刺小说。在这篇著名的小说里，他以精湛的艺术手法，塑造了一个专横跋扈、欺下媚上、见风使舵的沙皇专制制度走狗奥楚蔑洛夫的典型形象，具有广泛的艺术概括性。小说的名字起得十分巧妙。变色龙本是一种蜥蜴类的四脚爬行动物，能够根据四周物体的颜色改变自己的肤色，以防其它动物的侵害。

D. 世界著名短篇小说

THE GIFT OF THE
One dollar and eighty-seven cents. That was all. And sixty cents of it was in pennies. Pennies saved one and two at a time by bulldozing the grocer and the vegetable man and the butcher until one's cheeks burned with the silent imputation of parsimony that such close dealing implied. Three times Della counted it. One dollar and eighty- seven cents. And the next day would be Christmas.

There was clearly nothing to do but flop down on the shabby little couch and howl. So Della did it. Which instigates the moral reflection that life is made up of sobs, sniffles, and smiles, with sniffles predominating.

While the mistress of the home is graally subsiding from the first stage to the second, take a look at the home. A furnished flat at $8 per week. It did not exactly beggar description, but it certainly had that word on the lookout for the mendicancy squad.

In the vestibule below was a letter-box into which no letter would go, and an electric button from which no mortal finger could coax a ring. Also appertaining thereunto was a card bearing the name "Mr. James Dillingham Young."

The "Dillingham" had been flung to the breeze ring a former period of prosperity when its possessor was being paid $30 per week. Now, when the income was shrunk to $20, though, they were thinking seriously of contracting to a modest and unassuming D. But whenever Mr. James Dillingham Young came home and reached his flat above he was called "Jim" and greatly hugged by Mrs. James Dillingham Young, already introced to you as Della. Which is all very good.

Della finished her cry and attended to her cheeks with the powder rag. She stood by the window and looked out lly at a gray cat walking a gray fence in a gray backyard. Tomorrow would be Christmas Day, and she had only $1.87 with which to buy Jim a present. She had been saving every penny she could for months, with this result. Twenty dollars a week doesn't go far. Expenses had been greater than she had calculated. They always are. Only $1.87 to buy a present for Jim. Her Jim. Many a happy hour she had spent planning for something nice for him. Something fine and rare and sterling--something just a little bit near to being worthy of the honor of being owned by Jim.

There was a pier-glass between the windows of the room. Perhaps you have seen a pier-glass in an $8 flat. A very thin and very agile person may, by observing his reflection in a rapid sequence of longitudinal strips, obtain a fairly accurate conception of his looks. Della, being slender, had mastered the art.

Suddenly she whirled from the window and stood before the glass. her eyes were shining brilliantly, but her face had lost its color within twenty seconds. Rapidly she pulled down her hair and let it fall to its full length.

Now, there were two possessions of the James Dillingham Youngs in which they both took a mighty pride. One was Jim's gold watch that had been his father's and his grandfather's. The other was Della's hair. Had the queen of Sheba lived in the flat across the airshaft, Della would have let her hair hang out the window some day to dry just to depreciate Her Majesty's jewels and gifts. Had King Solomon been the janitor, with all his treasures piled up in the basement, Jim would have pulled out his watch every time he passed, just to see him pluck at his beard from envy.

So now Della's beautiful hair fell about her rippling and shining like a cascade of brown waters. It reached below her knee and made itself almost a garment for her. And then she did it up again nervously and quickly. Once she faltered for a minute and stood still while a tear or two splashed on the worn red carpet.

On went her old brown jacket; on went her old brown hat. With a whirl of skirts and with the brilliant sparkle still in her eyes, she fluttered out the door and down the stairs to the street.

Where she stopped the sign read: "Mne. Sofronie. Hair Goods of All Kinds." One flight up Della ran, and collected herself, panting. Madame, large, too white, chilly, hardly looked the "Sofronie."

"Will you buy my hair?" asked Della.

"I buy hair," said Madame. "Take yer hat off and let's have a sight at the looks of it."

Down rippled the brown cascade.

"Twenty dollars," said Madame, lifting the mass with a practised hand.

"Give it to me quick," said Della.

Oh, and the next two hours tripped by on rosy wings. Forget the hashed metaphor. She was ransacking the stores for Jim's present.

She found it at last. It surely had been made for Jim and no one else. There was no other like it in any of the stores, and she had turned all of them inside out. It was a platinum fob chain simple and chaste in design, properly proclaiming its value by substance alone and not by meretricious ornamentation--as all good things should do. It was even worthy of The Watch. As soon as she saw it she knew that it must be Jim's. It was like him. Quietness and value--the description applied to both. Twenty-one dollars they took from her for it, and she hurried home with the 87 cents. With that chain on his watch Jim might be properly anxious about the time in any company. Grand as the watch was, he sometimes looked at it on the sly on account of the old leather strap that he used in place of a chain.

When Della reached home her intoxication gave way a little to prudence and reason. She got out her curling irons and lighted the gas and went to work repairing the ravages made by generosity added to love. Which is always a tremendous task, dear friends--a mammoth task.

Within forty minutes her head was covered with tiny, close-lying curls that made her look wonderfully like a truant schoolboy. She looked at her reflection in the mirror long, carefully, and critically.

"If Jim doesn't kill me," she said to herself, "before he takes a second look at me, he'll say I look like a Coney Island chorus girl. But what could I do--oh! what could I do with a dollar and eighty- seven cents?"

At 7 o'clock the coffee was made and the frying-pan was on the back of the stove hot and ready to cook the chops.

Jim was never late. Della doubled the fob chain in her hand and sat on the corner of the table near the door that he always entered. Then she heard his step on the stair away down on the first flight, and she turned white for just a moment. She had a habit for saying little silent prayer about the simplest everyday things, and now she whispered: "Please God, make him think I am still pretty."

The door opened and Jim stepped in and closed it. He looked thin and very serious. Poor fellow, he was only twenty-two--and to be burdened with a family! He needed a new overcoat and he was without gloves.

Jim stopped inside the door, as immovable as a setter at the scent of quail. His eyes were fixed upon Della, and there was an expression in them that she could not read, and it terrified her. It was not anger, nor surprise, nor disapproval, nor horror, nor any of the sentiments that she had been prepared for. He simply stared at her fixedly with that peculiar expression on his face.

Della wriggled off the table and went for him.

"Jim, darling," she cried, "don't look at me that way. I had my hair cut off and sold because I couldn't have lived through Christmas without giving you a present. It'll grow out again--you won't mind, will you? I just had to do it. My hair grows awfully fast. Say `Merry Christmas!' Jim, and let's be happy. You don't know what a nice-- what a beautiful, nice gift I've got for you."

"You've cut off your hair?" asked Jim, laboriously, as if he had not arrived at that patent fact yet even after the hardest mental labor.

"Cut it off and sold it," said Della. "Don't you like me just as well, anyhow? I'm me without my hair, ain't I?"

Jim looked about the room curiously.

"You say your hair is gone?" he said, with an air almost of idiocy.

"You needn't look for it," said Della. "It's sold, I tell you--sold and gone, too. It's Christmas Eve, boy. Be good to me, for it went for you. Maybe the hairs of my head were numbered," she went on with sudden serious sweetness, "but nobody could ever count my love for you. Shall I put the chops on, Jim?"

Out of his trance Jim seemed quickly to wake. He enfolded his Della. For ten seconds let us regard with discreet scrutiny some inconsequential object in the other direction. Eight dollars a week or a million a year--what is the difference? A mathematician or a wit would give you the wrong answer. The magi brought valuable gifts, but that was not among them. This dark assertion will be illuminated later on.

Jim drew a package from his overcoat pocket and threw it upon the table.

"Don't make any mistake, Dell," he said, "about me. I don't think there's anything in the way of a haircut or a shave or a shampoo that could make me like my girl any less. But if you'll unwrap that package you may see why you had me going a while at first."

White fingers and nimble tore at the string and paper. And then an ecstatic scream of joy; and then, alas! a quick feminine change to hysterical tears and wails, necessitating the immediate employment of all the comforting powers of the lord of the flat.

For there lay The Combs--the set of combs, side and back, that Della had worshipped long in a Broadway window. Beautiful combs, pure tortoise shell, with jewelled rims--just the shade to wear in the beautiful vanished hair. They were expensive combs, she knew, and her heart had simply craved and yearned over them without the least hope of possession. And now, they were hers, but the tresses that should have adorned the coveted adornments were gone.

But she hugged them to her bosom, and at length she was able to look up with dim eyes and a smile and say: "My hair grows so fast, Jim!"

And them Della leaped up like a little singed cat and cried, "Oh, oh!"

Jim had not yet seen his beautiful present. She held it out to him eagerly upon her open palm. The ll precious metal seemed to flash with a reflection of her bright and ardent spirit.

"Isn't it a dandy, Jim? I hunted all over town to find it. You'll have to look at the time a hundred times a day now. Give me your watch. I want to see how it looks on it."

Instead of obeying, Jim tumbled down on the couch and put his hands under the back of his head and smiled.

"Dell," said he, "let's put our Christmas presents away and keep 'em a while. They're too nice to use just at present. I sold the watch to get the money to buy your combs. And now suppose you put the chops on."

The magi, as you know, were wise men--wonderfully wise men--who brought gifts to the Babe in the manger. They invented the art of giving Christmas presents. Being wise, their gifts were no doubt wise ones, possibly bearing the privilege of exchange in case of plication. And here I have lamely related to you the uneventful chronicle of two foolish children in a flat who most unwisely sacrificed for each other the greatest treasures of their house. But in a last word to the wise of these days let it be said that of all who give gifts these two were the wisest. O all who give and receive gifts, such as they are wisest. Everywhere they are wisest. They are the magi.

E. 优秀短篇小说推荐

1.《都柏林人》

作者：詹姆斯·乔伊斯

詹姆斯·乔伊斯是意识流文学的开山鼻祖，其长篇小说《尤利西斯》是意识流文学的代表作，二十世纪最伟大的小说之一。

《都柏林人》是詹姆斯·乔伊斯久负盛名的短篇小说集，称得上20世纪整个西方最著名的短篇小说集。如果说《十一种孤独》是属于美国人的孤独，那么，《都柏林人》则是属于爱尔兰人的孤独。

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G. 世界著名短篇小说有哪些 世界十大短篇小说名著排行榜

世界上以短篇小说闻名的作家非常多，他们的作品大多以谐谑的话语讽刺现实的黑暗与腐朽，言简意赅又发人深省。短篇小说在现代甚为流行，特点是篇幅短小，情节简洁，人物集中，字数一般在几千字到三万字。你知道世界著名短篇小说有哪些呢？现在小编就给各位介绍下世界十大短篇小说名著，快来了解一下吧。
世界十大短篇小说名著1、变色龙
变色龙是由俄国作家契诃夫创作于1884年的短篇小说，讲述的是一个见风使舵的巡警遇到一只将军的狗的故事，通过巡警对待一只狗的前后态度变化，来反映出沙皇制度下，巡警对待上级人员卑躬屈膝的嘴脸，这部小说的名字也是对人物态度前后变化极尽讽刺。
2、十字勋章
这是一部由亨利巴比塞创作的短篇小说作品，以19世纪法国对非洲发动战争为背景进行创作。这部小说作品可能并不像欧亨利、莫泊桑等人创作的那么出名，但这部作品通过巧妙的构思和精炼的篇幅来反映战争残酷且真实的一面。
3、项链
项链是由莫泊桑创作于1884年的短篇小说，讲述的是为了满足自身虚荣心的玛蒂尔德为偿还一条假钻石项链的债务劳苦工作十年的故事。这部作品曾被收录在我国中文语言课本镇南关，并且小说以项链为主要线索，展现出法国小资产阶级爱慕虚荣的特点。
4、麦琪的礼物
这是一部相对来说较为温馨的短篇小说，由欧亨利创作于1906年，讲述的是本身生活困苦的贫贱夫妻为了送给对方礼物，忍痛卖出自己最宝贵的物品的故事，一方面反映出夫妻两人温馨甜蜜的感情，另一方面又从侧面揭露了美国下层人民困苦的生活。
5、警察与赞美诗
这部由欧亨利创作于1906年的短篇小说作品，被收录在《四百万》小说集中，讲述的是一个想进监狱的流浪汉准备改邪归正，最终却被警察关进监狱的简单故事，而这个故事却也明确告知人们在当时情境下，美国下层人民悲惨的命运。
6、我的叔叔于勒
我的叔叔于勒这部由莫泊桑于1883年发表在《高卢人日报》中的短篇小说，可以说是较为经典的世界十大短篇小说名著，曾经还被收录在我国语文书教材中。整片文章通过对菲利普夫妇对待于勒前后不同的表现，展现出资产阶级社会中人情淡薄的情形。
7、漂亮朋友
漂亮朋友是法国作家莫泊桑创作于1885年的讽刺小说作品，主要讲述的是名叫杜洛瓦和苏珊之间的故事，通过杜洛瓦流氓式的发迹过程，批判了19世纪当时法国社会的黑暗与丑恶。
8、羊脂球
羊脂球是由莫泊桑创作于1880年的小说作品，提到莫泊桑就不得不提到他的这部成名作。整部小说以一个名叫羊脂球的妓女为视角，揭露了普法战争期间法国资产阶级对待下等阶层人们的丑恶嘴脸。
9、小公务员之死
小公务员之死这部由契诃夫创作于1883年的短篇小说，讲述的是疑心自己的一个喷嚏冒犯到将军的小公务员，因自己小心卑微、絮絮叨叨的道歉行为最终惹怒将军使得自己小命不保的故事，这个故事为大家呈现出当时俄国社会对人们的压迫，使得人们性格和心理开始扭曲。
10、装在套子里的人
这部名著由俄国作家契诃夫创作于1898年，较短的篇幅却将其中名叫别里科夫的主人公的人物形象刻画的十分清楚，胆小怕事、性格孤僻的主人公从侧面反映出沙皇专制管辖下的社会大众。