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ThePhantomofthe《歌劇院的》內(nèi)容簡故事，但我們并非真的相信有鬼……是不是？0在的走廊里遇見了鬼它穿越墻壁來到面前它的臉上沒有眼睛一個(gè)舞臺(tái)工人看見一個(gè)穿黑色晚禮服的但他卻有一個(gè)死聲音，而那個(gè)房間卻是空的。這就是歌劇院的一個(gè)名叫蓋斯頓·勒羅克斯的法國人最早創(chuàng)作了這個(gè)關(guān)于歌劇院的幽靈的故事。他的書很受歡迎，5年它被拍成一部無聲，由著名演員朗·扮演從那以后已經(jīng)出現(xiàn)了許多其他的和戲劇，以及最近由安德魯·勞埃德·創(chuàng)作的著名的英國音樂片。1The'Quick！Quick！Closethedoor！It'shim！'AnnieSorelliranintothedressing-room，herfacewhite．Oneofthegirlsranandclosedthedoor，andthentheyallturnedAnnie'Who？Where？What'sthematter？'theyghostAnniesaid'InpassageIhimHethewallinfrontofme!And…andIsawhisface！'Mostofthegirlswereafraid，butoneofthem，atallgirlwithblack'Pooh!'shesaid．'EverybodysaystheyseetheOperaghost，butthereisn'treallyaghost．Yousawashadowonthewall．'Butshedidnotopenthedoor，orlookintothepassage.'Lotsofpeopleseehim，'asecondgirlsaid．'JosephBuquetsawhimtwodaysago.Don'tyouremember？'Thenallthegirlsbegantotalkat'Josephsaystheghostistallandhewearsablackeveningcoat．''Hehastheheadofadeadman，withayellowfaceandnonose…''…Andnoeyes-onlyblackholes！'ThenlittleMegGiryspokeforthefirsttime．'Don'ttalkabouthim．Hedoesn'tlikeit．Mymothertoldme．''Yourmother？'thegirlwithblackhairsaid．'Whatdoesyourmotherknowabouttheghost？''ShesaysthatJosephBuquetisafool．Theghostdoesn'tlikepeopletalkingabouthim，andonedayJosephBuquetisgoingtobesorry，verysorry．''Butwhatdoesyourmotherknow？ lus mymotheristhedoorkeeperforsomeoftheboxesintheOperaHouse．Well，Box5istheghost'sbox！Hewatchestheoperasfromthatbox，andsometimesheleavesflowersformymother！'Theghosthasabox！Andleavesflowersin'Oh，Meg，yourmother's lingyoustories！Howcantheghosthaveabox？''It'strue，it'strue，I lyou！'Megsaid．'NobodybuysticketsforBox5，buttheghostalwayscomestoitonoperanights．''Sosomebodydoescome'Why，no！…Theghostcomes，butthereisnobodyThedancerslookedatMeg．'Buthowdoesyourmotherknow？'oneofthemasked．'There'snomaninablackeveningcoat，withayellowface．That'sallwrong．MymotherneverseestheghostinBox5，butshehearspeopletalkingabouthim！'ButthateveningthedancerscouldnotstoptalkingabouttheOperatheopera．Buttheytalkedveryquietly，andtheylookedbehindthembeforetheyspoke．Whentheoperafinished，thegirlswentbacktotheirdressing-room．Suddenly，theyheardsomebodyinthepassage，andMadameGiry，Meg'smother，ranintotheroom．Shewasafat，motherlywoman，withared，happyface．Buttonightherfacewaswhite．'Ohgirls，'shecried'．'JosephBuquetisdead！Youknowhewalksalongwaydown，onthe floorunderthestage．Theotherstageworkersfoundhisdeadbodythereanhourago-witharopearoundhisneck！''It'stheghost!'criedMegGiry.'Theghostkilledhim！'2ThedirectorsoftheOperaHouseTheOperaHousewasfamous，andthedirectorsoftheOperaHousewereveryimportantmen．Itwasthefirstweekofworkforthetwonewdirectors，MonsieurArmandMoncharminandMonsieurFirminRichardInthedirectors'officethenextdaythetwomentalkedaboutJosephBuquet．'Itwasanaccident，'MonsieurArmandsaidangrily．'OrBuquetkilled'Anaccident？…Killedhimself？'MonsieurFirminsaid．'Whichstorydoyouwant，myfriend？Ordoyouwantthestoryoftheghost？''Don'ttalktomeaboutghosts！'MonsieurArmandsaid．'Wehave1，500peopleworkingforusinthisOperaHouse，andeverybodyistalkingabouttheghost．They'reallmad!Idon'twanttoheartheghost，MonsieurFirminlookedataletteronthetablenexttohim．Andwhatarewegoingtodoaboutthisletter，Armand？''Do？'criedMonsieurArmand'Why，donothing，ofcourse！Whatcanwedo？'Thetwomenreadtheletteragain．Itwasn'tverylong．TothenewdirectorsBecauseyouarenewintheOperaHouse，Iamwritingtolyousomeimportantthings．NeversellticketsforBox5；thatismyboxforeveryoperanight．MadameGiry，thedoorkeeper，knowsallaboutit．Also，IneedmoneyformyworkintheOperaHouse．Iamnotexpensive，andIamhappytotakeonly20，000francsamonth．Thatisall．Butpleaseremember，Icanbeagoodfriend，butabad'Don'tsellticketsforBox5!20000francsamonth!'MonsieurArmandwasveryangryagain．'That'sthebestboxintheOperaHouse，andweneedthemoney，F(xiàn)irmin！AndwhoisthisO．G，eh？lme'OperaGhost，ofcourse，'Monsieurtirminsaid．'Butyou'reright，Somebodythinkswearefools，becausewearenewhere．TherearenoghostsintheOperaHouse！'Thetwomenthentalkedabouttheoperaforthatnight．ItwasFaust，andusuallyLaCarlottasangMargarita．LaCarlottawasSpanish，andthebestsingerinParis．Buttoday，LaCarlottawasill．'EverybodyinParisisgoingtobeattheoperatonight，'saidMonsieurArmand，'andcurbestsingerisill．Suddenly！Shewritesalettertousjustthismorning-sheisill，shecannotsingtonight！'haveChristineDaae，thatyoungsingerfromNorway．ShecansingMargaritatonight．Shehasagoodvoice．''Butshe'ssoyoung，andnobodyknowsher！Nobodywantstolistentoanewsinger．''Waitandsee．PerhapsDaaecansingbetterthanLaCarlotta．WhoChristineMonsieurFirminwasright．AllParistalkedaboutthenewMargaritainFaust，thegirlwiththebeautifulvoice,thegirlwiththevoiceofanangel．Peoplelovedher.Theylaughedandcriedandcalledformore．Daaéwaswonderful，thebestsingerintheworld！BehindthestageMegGirylookedatAnnieSorelli．'ChristineDaaéneversanglikethatbefore．'shesaidtoAnnie．'Whywasshesogoodtonight？''Perhapsshe'sgotanewmusicteacher，'AnnieThenoiseintheOperaHousewentonforalongtime．InBoxtheComtedeChagny，turnedtohisyoungerbrotherandsd．'Well，Raoul，whatdidyouthinkofDaaétonight？' tedeChagny，wastwenty－oneyearsold．Hehadblueeyesandblackhair，andawonderfuls．TheChagnyfamilywasoldandrich，andmanygirlsinPariswereinlovewiththeyoung te．ButRaoulwasnotinterestedinthem．Hesdbackathisbrother．'WhatcanIsay？Christineisanangel，that'sall．I'mgoingtoherdressing-roomtoseehertonight．'Philippelaughed．HewastwentyyearsolderthanRaoul，andwasmorelikeafatherthanabrother．'Ah，Iunderstand，'hesaid．'Youareinlove！ButthisisyourfirstnightinParis，yourfirstvisittotheopera．HowdoyouknowChristineDaaé？''Yourememberfouryearsago，whenIwasonholidaybythesea，inBrittany？'Raoulsaid．'Well，ImetChristinethere．Iwasinlovewithherthen，andI'mstillinlovewithhertoday！'rothr'Mmm，see'heslwly'Well，Raoul，remembersheisonlyanoperasinger．WeknownothingaboutherButRaouldidnotlisten．Tohim，goodfamilieswerenotimportant，andyoungmenneverlistentotheirolderbrothers．wasadoctorwithChristine，andherbeautifulfaceLookedwhiteandwentquicklyacrosstheroomandtookher'Christine！What'sthematter？Areyouill？'Hewentdownonthefloorbyherchair．'Don'tyouremembermeRaouldeChagny，inBrittany？'Christinelookedathim，andherblueeyeswereafraid．Shetookherhandaway．'No，Idon'tknowyou．Pleasegoaway．I'mnotwell．'Raoulstoodup，hisfacered．Beforehecouldspeak，thedoctorsaidquickly，'Yes，yes，pleasegoaway．Everybody，pleaseleavetheroom．MademoiselleDaaéneedstobequiet．Sheisverytired．'Hemovedtothedoor，andsooneverybodylefttheroom.ChristineDaaéwasaloneinherdressing－room．Outsideinthepassagetheyoung tewasangryandunhappy．HowcouldChristineforgethim？Howcouldshesaythattohim？Hewaitedforsomemits，thenvrycarefullyhe－room．Buthedidnotopenthedoor，becausejustthenheheardaman'svoiceintheroom!'Christine，youmustloveme！'thevoiceThenRaoulheardChristine'svoice．'Howcanyoutalklikethat？WhenIsingonlyforyou…？Tonight，Igaveeverythingtoyou，everything．AndnowI'msotired．'Hervoicewasunhappyandafraid．'Yousanglikeanangel，'theman'svoiceRaoulwalkedaway．Sothatwastheanswer！ChristineDaaéhadalover．Butwhywashervoicesounhappy？Hewaitedintheshadowsnearherroom．Hewantedtoseeherlover-hisAfterabouttenminutesChristinecameoutofherroom，alone，andwalkedawaydownthepassage．Raoulwaited，butnomancameoutafterher．Therewasnobodyinthepassage，soRaoulwentquicklyuptothedoorofthedressing－room，openeditandwentin．Heclosedthedoorquietlybehindhim，thencalled'Whereareyou？Iknowyou'reinhere！ComeTherewasnoanswer．Raoullookedeverywhere-underthechairs，behindalltheclothes，inallthedarkcornersoftheroom．Therewasnobodythere．ThePhantomisThatwasTuesdaynightOnWednesdaymorningMonsieurArmandandMonsieurFirminwerehappymen．ParislikedthenewMargarita-everythinginlifewasgood．ThenextoperanightwasFriday．ItwasFaustagain，butthistimewithLaCarlottasingingMargarita．ByWednesdayafternoontheywerenotsohappy．Asecondletterarrivedforthem-fromO．G．Whydon'tyoulistentome？Iamgettingangry．LeaveBox5forme．Andwherearemy20，000francs？OnFridayDaaémustsingMargaritaagain．SheisnowthebestsingerinParis．LaCarlottacannotsing-shehasaveryuglyvoice，likeatoad．Remember，Iamabadenemy．O．'So，F(xiàn)irmin，isthisstillajoke？'MonsieurArmandshouted．'Whatarewetodonow，eh？IsO．G．thedirectorhere，orare'Don'tshout，Armand，'saidMonsieurFirmintiredly．'Idon'tknowtheanswers．Let'stalktoMadameGiry，thedoorkeeperofBox5．Perhapsshecanhelpus．'ButMadameGirywasnothelpful．MadameGirywasnotafraidofghosts，andshewasnotafraidofdirectorsofOperaHouses.'Peoplesaythatyou'reafriendoftheOperaghost，MadameGiry，'MonsieurArmandbegan．'lusabouthim．Somepeoplesayhehasnohead．''Andsomepeoplesayhehasnobody'saidMonsieurFirmin'Whatdoyousay，MadameGiry？'MadameGirylookedatthetwomenandlaughed．'IsaythatthedirectorsoftheOperaHousearefools！''What！'MonsieurArmandshouted．Hestoodup，andhisfacewasredandangry．'Listentome，woman-'that，MadameGiry？''Because，Monsieur，theOperaghostisangrywithyou．Whentheghostwantssomething，hemusthaveit．Heiscleveranddangerous，thisghost．Theolddirectorsbeforeyou，theyknewthat，ohyes.Atfirsttheytriedtostophim.ThenthereweremanyaccidentsintheOperaHouse，manystrangeaccidents．Andwhendidtheseaccidentshappen？Whentheghostwasangry！So，theolddirectorslearntveryquickly．TheghostwantsBox5？Hecanhaveiteverynight．Theghostwantsmoney？Let'sgivethemoneytohimatonce．Ohyes，theolddirectorsunderstoodverywell．''Butwearethedirectors，nottheOperaghost！'MonsieurArmandshouted．HeturnedtoMonsieurFirmin．'Thiswomanismad．Whydowelistentoher？OnFridaynightLaCarlottaisgoingtosingMargarita．AndyouandI，F(xiàn)irmin，aregoingtowatchtheoperafromBox5．''Well，wecantrythat，Armand．Butwedon'twantanyaccidents．'MadameGirycamenearertothetwomen．'Listentome，'shesaidquietly'Rememberyouthebutabadenemy．'yousaythosewords，MadameGiry？'hasaverynicevoiceandhedoesn'tshoutatpeople．'AletterforThatWednesdayaletteralsoarrivedfortheyoungVicomtedeChagny．Heopenedtheletter，sawthenameatthebottom，andsdforthefirsttimethatDearOfcourseIrememberyou！HowcouldIforgetMeetmeonThursdayatthreeo'clockintheTuileriesGardens．Don'tbeangrywithme，Raoul，please．ChristineRaoulputthelettercarefullyintohispocket.Angry？Howcouldhebeangrywithanangel？OnThursdayhewasintheTuileriesGardensbytwoo'clock．Attenpastthreehebegantofeelunhappy．Athalfpastthreehewantedtodie，ortokillsomebody．Andthen…shecame．Sheranthroughthegardenstohim，andinasecondshewasinhisarms．thegardenstogetherandtalkedforalongtime．TheyrememberedtheirhappyweeksinBrittany，fouryearsago．'ButwhydidyougoawayChristine？'Raoulasked'Whydidn'tyouwritetome？ForaminuteortwoChristinesaidnothing．Thenshesaidslowly，'Weweresoyoung，youandI．IwasjustapoorsingerfromNorway，andyou…youwere tedeChagny．IknewIcouldneverbeyourwife．''ButIloveyou，Christine-'No，shh．Listentome，Raoul，please．Iwenthome