世界短篇小說名作精選

A. 世界短篇小說都有什麼

世界三大短篇小說之王有以下三人： （1）莫泊桑 （2）契可夫 （3）歐.亨利。 而能被稱為「世界短篇小說巨匠」的只有莫泊桑。代表作有短篇小說《羊脂球》、《項鏈》等，長篇小說《一生》、《俊友》（又譯做《漂亮的朋友》等。
契可夫代表作有短篇小說《變色龍》、《苦惱》、《萬卡》、《第六病室》、《套中人》等。
歐.亨利 短篇小說《麥琪的禮物》、《警察與贊美詩》等。

《世界最好短篇小說大全集》精選薈萃了中外著名的短篇小說代表作品，許多都是名家名作，都經歷過長期的考驗，非常具有文學價值，是廣大讀者朋友閱讀和珍藏的良好版本。

第一輯 某國秘密故事
頭發的故事
一件小事
庄園恐怖夜
命系一發
避雷針
光榮的事情
一千元
喂鴿者
一個悲劇
雨中的貓
三聲槍響
幸福的紅玫瑰
奧利和特魯芳
飛行員的抉擇
小布托拉
白菜湯
瑪莎
出名
在郵局裡
紀念冊
幸福
傷痕
狗的嗅覺
天才的真正智慧
勞動、死亡和疾病
森林之路
羨慕
美麗的女店主
神秘的敲擊聲
吃白食
雪比亞麻布更白
瓊斯先生的悲慘命運
「諾曼底」號遇難記
西班牙的婚禮
廣告的受害者
最後一課
一局檯球
兩所客棧
養老金
玩笑
猶大的面孔
兄弟
桔子
「惡」的化身
檸檬女
陰謀
解脫
某國秘密故事
香粉
騎桶者
往事一頁

第二輯 被盜去的情書
寒宵
毒蛇
渺茫中
被盜去的情書
橢圓形肖像
誤會
經紀人的羅曼蒂克
心與手
魔術師的報復
忠心不二的公牛
外國佬
美滿的婚姻
初戀
雅普雅普島的金喇叭
最好的忠告
寬恕
一個東方的傳說
路過
橫禍
威脅
柔弱的人
柯留沙
一隻套鞋
窮苦人
三個問題
幸福
離家出走
身教言傳
逃往埃及
看望
選擇
貓的天堂
侯爵夫人的粉肩
知事下鄉
無罪的女傭
可笑的悲劇
屠殺不朽的人
蛙
戀愛圈套
假如是你的話
墳墓掩蓋了醫生的罪過
馬術表演
默哀
通向天堂的彎路

第三輯 敞開著的窗戶
白光
紙幣的跳躍
太太與西瓜
老婆婆的故事
好朋友
等著的轎車
財神與愛神
橋畔的老人
聖潔的東西
瞎子
黃手絹
金星人的挫折
白手起家者
失敗
一本令人不安的書
公民證
裝電話
幸福的女人
失眠
維佳，往窗外看
查無此人
綁架
被遺忘在角落的人
聰明的法官

……
第四輯 獲得愛的磨難
第五輯 難解決的問題
第六輯 他們要學狗叫

B. 世界著名短篇小說有哪些

001.《指環王》約翰·羅納德·瑞爾·托爾金其他作品 《精靈寶鑽》、《未完成的故事》
002.《荒原》T.S.艾略特
003.《傲慢與偏見》簡·奧斯汀 作家其他作品： 《理智與情感》《愛瑪》
004.《羅密歐與朱麗葉》莎士比亞 作家其他作品： 《奧賽羅》《李爾王》《麥克白》《哈姆雷特》（四大悲劇）《仲夏夜之夢》、《威尼斯商人》、《第十二夜》、《皆大歡喜》（四大喜劇）
005.《論人生》培根
006.《失樂園》彌爾頓
007.《魯濱遜漂流記》笛福
008.《格列佛游記》斯威夫特
009.《拜倫詩選》拜倫 作家其他作品：《唐璜》
010.《雪萊詩選》雪萊
011.《簡·愛》 夏洛蒂·勃朗特 作家其他作品：《教師》、《維萊特》、《雪莉》、《艾瑪》（未完成）
012.《呼嘯山莊》艾米莉·勃朗特
013.《大衛·科波菲爾》狄更斯 作家其他作品：《雙城記》《匹克威克先生外傳》《遠大前程》.《霧都孤兒》、《董貝父子》《馬丁·瞿述偉》、《荒涼山莊》、《聖誕故事集》
014.《福爾摩斯探案集》阿瑟·柯南·道爾 作家其他作品： 《遺失的世界》
015.《道連·葛雷的畫像》奧斯卡·王爾德
016.《苔絲》托馬斯·哈代 作家其他作品： 《遠離塵囂》、《還鄉》
017.《華倫夫人的職業》蕭伯納 作家其他作品：《聖女貞德》
018.《牛虻》伏尼契
019.《月亮與六便士》 毛姆 作家其他作品：《刀鋒》
020. 《艾凡赫》司各特 作家其他作品：《城堡風雲》
021. 《湯姆瓊斯史》 菲爾丁
022. 《東方快車謀殺案》阿加莎·克里斯蒂 作家其他作品：《陽光下的罪惡》、《三幕悲劇》、《國際學舍謀殺案》、《尼羅河上的慘案》、《羅傑疑案》、《無人生還》
024. 《時間機器》 威爾斯 作家：其他作品《莫羅博士島》、《隱身人》
025. 《坎德伯雷故事集》 喬叟
026. 《1984》 喬治·奧威爾
027. 《查泰萊夫人的情人》 勞倫斯 作家其他作品：《兒子與情人》，《虹》、《戀愛中的女人》
028. 《蝴蝶夢》 達夫妮·杜穆里埃其他作品《牙買加旅店》
029. 《名利場》 薩克雷其他作品 《潘登尼斯》、《亨利·埃斯蒙德》、《紐克姆一家》、《弗吉尼亞人》
030. 《蠅王》戈爾丁
031. 《愛麗絲漫遊仙境》 查爾斯·勒特維奇 ·道奇森 其他作品《愛麗絲鏡中奇緣》
032. 《白衣女人》 威廉·威爾基·柯林斯
033. 《金銀島》 羅伯特·路易斯·斯蒂文森 作家其他作品：《化身博士》
034. 《天路歷程》 約翰·班揚
035. 《盧宮秘史》 安東尼·霍普
036. 《阿格尼絲·格雷》 安妮·勃朗特其他作品《懷爾德菲爾山莊的房客》
037.《福爾賽世家》高爾斯華綏
038.《憤怒的回顧》奧斯本
039.《尤利西斯》詹姆斯·喬伊斯
040.《德拉庫拉》布拉姆·斯托克

C. 世界著名短篇小說有哪些

1、《羊脂球》。「短篇小說大師」之稱的法國作家莫泊桑先生創作的小說。《羊脂球》是他的成名作，也是他的代表作之一。故事以羊脂球的悲慘遭遇反襯了資本主義下的丑惡骯臟的靈魂。他們虛偽的面具下藏的都是腐朽的內臟和污穢的思想。
2.《項鏈》。莫泊桑作於1884年。故事講述了小公務員的妻子瑪蒂爾德為參加一次晚會，向朋友借了一串鑽石項鏈，來炫耀自己的美麗。不料，項鏈在回家途中不慎丟失。她只得借錢買了新項鏈還給朋友。為了償還債務，她節衣縮食，為別人打短工，整整勞苦了十年。最後，得知所借的項鏈原是一串假鑽石項鏈。本文以項鏈本身為線索，通過借項鏈、丟項鏈、還項鏈的線索自然地帶領讀者走進女主人公瑪蒂爾德的生活及其內心世界，深刻領略19世紀的法國小人物無法決定自身命運的悲劇現實。
3.《變色龍》。是俄國作家契訶夫早期創作的一篇諷刺小說。在這篇著名的小說里，他以精湛的藝術手法，塑造了一個專橫跋扈、欺下媚上、見風使舵的沙皇專制制度走狗奧楚蔑洛夫的典型形象，具有廣泛的藝術概括性。小說的名字起得十分巧妙。變色龍本是一種蜥蜴類的四腳爬行動物，能夠根據四周物體的顏色改變自己的膚色，以防其它動物的侵害。

D. 世界著名短篇小說

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. 優秀短篇小說推薦

1.《都柏林人》

作者：詹姆斯·喬伊斯

詹姆斯·喬伊斯是意識流文學的開山鼻祖，其長篇小說《尤利西斯》是意識流文學的代表作，二十世紀最偉大的小說之一。

《都柏林人》是詹姆斯·喬伊斯久負盛名的短篇小說集，稱得上20世紀整個西方最著名的短篇小說集。如果說《十一種孤獨》是屬於美國人的孤獨，那麼，《都柏林人》則是屬於愛爾蘭人的孤獨。

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G. 世界著名短篇小說有哪些 世界十大短篇小說名著排行榜

世界上以短篇小說聞名的作家非常多，他們的作品大多以諧謔的話語諷刺現實的黑暗與腐朽，言簡意賅又發人深省。短篇小說在現代甚為流行，特點是篇幅短小，情節簡潔，人物集中，字數一般在幾千字到三萬字。你知道世界著名短篇小說有哪些呢？現在小編就給各位介紹下世界十大短篇小說名著，快來了解一下吧。
世界十大短篇小說名著1、變色龍
變色龍是由俄國作家契訶夫創作於1884年的短篇小說，講述的是一個見風使舵的巡警遇到一隻將軍的狗的故事，通過巡警對待一隻狗的前後態度變化，來反映出沙皇制度下，巡警對待上級人員卑躬屈膝的嘴臉，這部小說的名字也是對人物態度前後變化極盡諷刺。
2、十字勛章
這是一部由亨利巴比塞創作的短篇小說作品，以19世紀法國對非洲發動戰爭為背景進行創作。這部小說作品可能並不像歐亨利、莫泊桑等人創作的那麼出名，但這部作品通過巧妙的構思和精煉的篇幅來反映戰爭殘酷且真實的一面。
3、項鏈
項鏈是由莫泊桑創作於1884年的短篇小說，講述的是為了滿足自身虛榮心的瑪蒂爾德為償還一條假鑽石項鏈的債務勞苦工作十年的故事。這部作品曾被收錄在我國中文語言課本鎮南關，並且小說以項鏈為主要線索，展現出法國小資產階級愛慕虛榮的特點。
4、麥琪的禮物
這是一部相對來說較為溫馨的短篇小說，由歐亨利創作於1906年，講述的是本身生活困苦的貧賤夫妻為了送給對方禮物，忍痛賣出自己最寶貴的物品的故事，一方面反映出夫妻兩人溫馨甜蜜的感情，另一方面又從側面揭露了美國下層人民困苦的生活。
5、警察與贊美詩
這部由歐亨利創作於1906年的短篇小說作品，被收錄在《四百萬》小說集中，講述的是一個想進監獄的流浪漢准備改邪歸正，最終卻被警察關進監獄的簡單故事，而這個故事卻也明確告知人們在當時情境下，美國下層人民悲慘的命運。
6、我的叔叔於勒
我的叔叔於勒這部由莫泊桑於1883年發表在《高盧人日報》中的短篇小說，可以說是較為經典的世界十大短篇小說名著，曾經還被收錄在我國語文書教材中。整片文章通過對菲利普夫婦對待於勒前後不同的表現，展現出資產階級社會中人情淡薄的情形。
7、漂亮朋友
漂亮朋友是法國作家莫泊桑創作於1885年的諷刺小說作品，主要講述的是名叫杜洛瓦和蘇珊之間的故事，通過杜洛瓦流氓式的發跡過程，批判了19世紀當時法國社會的黑暗與丑惡。
8、羊脂球
羊脂球是由莫泊桑創作於1880年的小說作品，提到莫泊桑就不得不提到他的這部成名作。整部小說以一個名叫羊脂球的妓女為視角，揭露了普法戰爭期間法國資產階級對待下等階層人們的丑惡嘴臉。
9、小公務員之死
小公務員之死這部由契訶夫創作於1883年的短篇小說，講述的是疑心自己的一個噴嚏冒犯到將軍的小公務員，因自己小心卑微、絮絮叨叨的道歉行為最終惹怒將軍使得自己小命不保的故事，這個故事為大家呈現出當時俄國社會對人們的壓迫，使得人們性格和心理開始扭曲。
10、裝在套子里的人
這部名著由俄國作家契訶夫創作於1898年，較短的篇幅卻將其中名叫別里科夫的主人公的人物形象刻畫的十分清楚，膽小怕事、性格孤僻的主人公從側面反映出沙皇專制管轄下的社會大眾。