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不一会儿，我感到轻飘飘的，再也不去想什么。生活显得很美……很美！他邀请我去一家大饭馆晚餐，我也觉得非常自然。他给我的手指上戴满了华丽的戒指，然后把我带出门。我看上去一定很滑稽：满手的珠宝，一身寒酸的衣服；头上一顶奥地利山区小帽，肩披大斗篷。他借给我一根金柄手杖，我们就这样上了街。
人们打趣地盯着我看，他很高兴我们所到之处都能产生轰动。他简直是欣喜若狂，带我到处招摇，请我到一家非常高级的餐馆吃饭，又把我带回他家里。
据说他有一只镶嵌着宝石的金哨子，他想把它当礼物送给我，可是我们怎么找也没找到！
第二天，我离开了他。两天以后，我接到一份电报：
“吉吉，哨子找到，来取。”
但是，我再没有去他那儿，我记不得是为了什么原因。
谁知道他后来怎么样了呢？
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第三部分 我为吉斯林当模特
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现在，我为吉斯林当模特。我尽量准时到达，因为我知道，如果迟到的话等待我的是什么！……我常常领教。
我熟知他的招待方式。我敲门，后退一步。门开得好大，坏兆头！我不上前！
这时，他出现了，笑嘻嘻的。可是，我在心里提防。我看得出，他笑里藏刀。
最终，我还是得进去！他对我说：
“进来，骚货，还要我来请你？”
我假装磨磨蹭蹭地进了门，可是一过门槛，我就像长了翅膀。
可还是不够快，没逃过他为我的屁股准备好的漂亮一脚。他的抬腿动作出类拔萃，一定是向跳法兰西康康舞的女孩子们学的！
我很喜欢给他当模特，他是个好伙伴。我感到厌烦的时候，他一看我的鼻子就能猜出来。他对我说：
“今天，鼻子不开心了。”
我走的时候，他给我塞上些钱，足够让鼻子开心。还对我说：
“拿着，骚货，拿去找个小白脸。”或者说，“去买丝袜，明天穿着，我们画上一幅。”
在他的生活中，工作占着很重要的位置。他画画的时候很快活，又是吹口哨，又是唱歌，在他那儿时间过得很快。他经常被打断，有时是电话，有时是漂亮女人来访。
经常，人们来找他是为了让他帮忙。
如果我不见有人进来，差不多总能看见他在关上门之前把手伸进口袋或钱包里。
他是个好人，非常好的人，坚硬的外壳下一个非常敏感的人。
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Kiki of Montparnasse Is Brought Back to Life
小说
by mary blume
published： saturday； june 12； 1999
paris： by the 1920s； montparnasse was so famous that one could； it was said； buy a direct ticket from des moines； iowa； to the café du dome。 the quarters ample hub was kiki； the artists model and good…time girl who was； ernest hemingway wrote； 〃about as close as people get nowadays to being a queen but that； of course； is very different from being a lady。〃
hemingways words e from his preface to kikis memoirs； written in 1929 when she was just 28。 there is clearly something to be said for writing memoirs when young： along with kikis； the liveliest evocation of the period is john glasscos 〃memoirs of montparnasse；〃 pleted when he was 23 and thought； wrongly； that he was dying from tuberculosis。 〃the celebrated kiki〃 was one of the first locals he met。
〃her maquillage was a work of art in itself … her mouth painted a deep scarlet that emphasized the sly erotic humor of its contours；〃 glassco wrote。 〃her face was beautiful from every angle； but i liked it best in full profile； when it had the lineal purity of a stuffed salmon。〃
kiki was painted by soutine； modigliani； foujita and kisling and most famously photographed by man ray； whose lover she was for eight stormy years。 she sang bawdy songs in nightclubs； showed her naive paintings at what the paris edition of the chicago tribune called 〃the most successful vernissage of the year；〃 and in 1929 was named queen of montparnasse。
the memoirs she wrote that year were republished this spring in paris by hazan （an american edition came out last year） in a richly illustrated edition piled by billy kluver； who was a student in paris when kiki died in 1953 and remembers the newspaper pictures of foujita and other artists gathered at her deathbed。 the new york times printed an obituary and life magazine gave kiki three pages； ending with a memory from one of her chums； 〃we laughed； my god how we laughed。〃
born alice ernestine prin in burgundy； kiki had a wretched childhood that could only lead to laughter or despair； and being solid and brave she chose laughter。 her parents were unmarried； her mother； a linotypist； went to paris and left kiki with her grandmother； whom she adored。 she didnt learn much in school； she wrote； because her teacher disliked the poor and when； at 12； she was obliged to join her mother in paris to find work； she boarded the train with a sausage and red wine 〃to show off and to hide my sorrow。〃
harsh； degrading jobs followed； lightened by her lifelong joy in decorating herself。 she would crumble a petal from her mothers fake geraniums to give color to her cheeks and was fired from a nasty job at a bakery because she darkened her eyebrows with burnt matchsticks。
with her large and splendid body she drifted into posing for artists； including utrillo who； to her astonishment when she looked at his canvas； had painted a landscape。 she was also doing such menial jobs as dishwashing。 〃i was so filled with gaiety that i wasnt affected by my poverty and words like the blues were like hebrew to me — i simply didnt understand them。〃
large in spirit and； increasingly； in girth as man rays photos over the years show； kiki was a natural for montparnasse； but even naturals can use help； she moved in with an amiable journalist named henri broca after breaking up with man ray in 1929。
djuna barnes had already described kiki for an american magazine； 〃charm；〃 in 1924； and local english…language newspapers regularly recorded her activities； broca created a little news magazine； 〃paris…montparnasse；〃 and published the first chapters of her memoirs。
edward titus； who had a small publishing house in paris and had just published 〃lady chatterleys lover；〃 hired samuel putnam to translate kikis memoirs。 bennett cerf of random house ordered 150 copies； which were seized by american customs officers。 even today； kluver says； the memoirs are kept in a special reserve section of the new york public library。
it is hard to see why。 they are filled with a buoyant innocence； not naive but generous。 her shamelessness meant that she remained simple； not that she was corrupt。 〃all i need in life is an onion； a bit of bread and a bottle of red wine； and ill always find someone to give me that；〃 she said late in life。
her memoirs tell of her squalid childhood； the early days in montparnasse when 〃papa〃 libion； the otherwise lovable owner of la rotonde refused her entrance to the cafés main room because she didnt have a hat。 she quickly invented a conical cap and became one of libions favorites。
〃i had found my real milieu；〃 she wrote。 〃the painters adopted me。 finished； sadness。 sometimes i didnt have enough to eat but the jokes made me forget all that。〃
in 1923 she spent three months in new york； bewildered by the local habit of drinking booze from teacups — she doesnt seem to have heard of prohibition — and hoping for a film contract。 however； on the day of her paramount test； she realized she had forgotten her b and never showed up。 〃its for the best；〃 she remarked typically。 〃its much nicer to go to the movies than to make them。〃
two years later； in scandalous villefranche； where homosexuals and local tarts peted for visiting sailors （〃cocteau and i had the same passion for all that es from the sea；〃 she delicately noted）； she slugged a café owner and a policeman and was put in the pokey。 she