世界著名的短短篇小說

⑴ 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

⑵ 世界上著名的短篇小說，一定要短

雨果： 克洛德.格
歐文： 鬼新郎
左拉： 陪襯人
都德： 三部大彌撒內
哈代： 富於想容象的婦人
海涅： 帕格尼尼
普希金： 黑桃皇後
莫泊桑： 蠻子大媽
梅里美： 伊爾的美神
狄更斯： 窮人的專利
果戈理： 舊式的地主
司各特： 流浪漢威利的故事
契科夫： 寶貝兒
高爾基： 切爾卡希
巴爾扎克： 不為人知的傑作
馬克.吐溫 田納西的新聞界
傑克.倫敦 變節者
屠格涅夫： 總管
歐. 亨利 愛的犧牲

⑶ 世界三大短篇小說是哪些

法國莫泊桑代表作是莫泊桑作品《羊脂球》《漂亮朋友》》、《我的叔叔於勒》版、《項鏈》等。契訶夫俄國的代表權作有難以捉摸的性格 公務員之死 壞孩子 說情 胖子和瘦子 站長 誹謗 意見簿 文官考試 變色龍 戴假面具的人 可怕的一夜等等 歐·亨利代表作有小說集《白菜與國王》、《四百萬》、《命運之路》等。其中一些名篇如《愛的犧牲》、《警察與贊美詩》、《麥琪的禮物》等等。

⑷ 中國著名短篇小說·世界著名短篇小說的介紹

《中國著名短篇小說·世界著名短篇小說（合訂本）》主要內容包括：醍醐天女、潘先生在難中、春風沉醉的晚上、微雪的早晨、麗石的日記、斷魂槍、在其香居茶館里、春陽、套不住的手等。

⑸ 想知道世界著名的短篇小說家及主要作品

世界三大短篇小說家
(1)莫泊桑
十九世紀法國著名的批判現實主義小說家.1880年發表第一個短篇小說《羊脂球》,此後陸續寫了一大批思想性和藝術性完美結合的短篇小說,博得世界短篇小說巨匠的贊譽.他的創作廣泛而深刻地反映了十九世紀後半期的法國社會現實,無情地揭露了資產階級道德風尚的丑惡,對下層社會的"小人物"寄予同情.小說構思新穎,描寫生動,人物語言個性化,布局謀篇別具匠心.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.
(2)契可夫
十世世紀俄國批判現實主義作家,戲劇家和短篇小說藝術大師.他的早期合作諷刺和揭露了俄國社會官場人物媚上欺下的丑惡面目,寫得諧趣橫生,發人深思.八十年代中期,他創作了既幽默又富於悲劇的短篇小說,反映了社會底層人民的被侮辱被損害的不幸生活,具有深刻的思想意義.代表作有短篇小說《變色龍》,《苦惱》,《萬卡》,《第六病室》,《套中人》等.
(3)歐.亨利
十九世紀末二十世紀初美國現實主義著名作家.曾被誣告罪入獄三年.後遷居紐約,專事寫作,他幾乎每周寫一篇短篇小說,供報刊發表.他一生創作了近三百篇短篇小說和一部長篇小說,對腐朽的資本主義制度,反人道的法律,虛偽的道德給予揭露和諷刺.代表作有長篇小說《白菜與皇帝》,短篇小說《麥琪的禮物》,《警察與贊美詩》等.

⑹ 求世界短篇名著

可以試試世界三大短篇小說大師的作品:
莫泊桑:《漂亮朋友》、《我的叔叔於勒》、《羊脂球》、《項鏈》、《珠寶》；
契訶夫：《變色龍》;《小公務員之死》
歐·亨利：《愛的犧牲》、《警察與贊美詩》、《帶傢具出租的房間》、《賢人的禮物》（或《麥琪的禮物》）、《最後一片藤葉》等。

（1）莫泊桑
十九世紀法國著名的批判現實主義小說家。1880年發表第一個短篇小說《羊脂球》，此後陸續寫了一大批思想性和藝術性完美結合的短篇小說，博得世界短篇小說巨匠的贊譽。他的創作廣泛而深刻地反映了十九世紀後半期的法國社會現實，無情地揭露了資產階級道德風尚的丑惡，對下層社會的「小人物」寄予同情。小說構思新穎，描寫生動，人物語言個性化，布局謀篇別具匠心。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。

（2）契可夫
十世世紀俄國批判現實主義作家、戲劇家和短篇小說藝術大師。他的早期合作諷刺和揭露了俄國社會官場人物媚上欺下的丑惡面目，寫得諧趣橫生，發人深思。八十年代中期，他創作了既幽默又富於悲劇的短篇小說，反映了社會底層人民的被侮辱被損害的不幸生活，具有深刻的思想意義。代表作有短篇小說《變色龍》、《苦惱》、《萬卡》、《第六病室》、《套中人》等。

（3）歐.亨利
十九世紀末二十世紀初美國現實主義著名作家。曾被誣告罪入獄三年。後遷居紐約，專事寫作，他幾乎每周寫一篇短篇小說，供報刊發表。他一生創作了近三百篇短篇小說和一部長篇小說，對腐朽的資本主義制度、反人道的法律、虛偽的道德給予揭露和諷刺。代表作有長篇小說《白菜與皇帝》，短篇小說《麥琪的禮物》、《警察與贊美詩》等。

⑺ 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.

⑻ 世界著名短篇小說有哪些

莫泊桑 《羊脂球》,《項鏈》
契可夫 《變色龍》,《苦惱》,《萬卡》,《第六病室》,《套中人》
歐.亨利 《麥琪的禮物》,《警察與贊美詩》
這三個是短篇小說巨匠，有很多優秀作品呢~

⑼ 能推薦一些好看的世界著名的短篇小說給我嗎

短篇是要多短呢？
博爾赫斯：小徑分叉的花園屬於短篇
斯蒂芬金：肖申克的救贖
阿莎加克里斯蒂：無人生還，東方快車謀殺案
東野圭吾的書也很有可讀性啊。
岩井俊二：情書
推薦的都是可讀性很強的小說，不會看著看著犯困的那種啊。但好像都不算短篇誒！但是都很有名，也許你都看過了啊，如果看過了就當我沒推薦過吧，哈哈哈哈哈。