The Family of Litt1e Feet

　　There was a family. All were little. Their arms were little, and their hands were little, and their height was not tall, and their feet very small.
　　The grandpa slept on the living room couch and snored through his teeth. His feet were fat and doughy like thick tamales, and these he powdered and stuffed into white socks and brown leather shoes.
　　The grandma's feet were lovely as pink pearls and dressed in velvety high heels that made her walk with a wobble, but she wore them anyway because they were pretty.
　　The baby's feet had ten tiny toes, pale and see-through like a salamander's, and these he popped into his mouth whenever he was hungry.
　　The mother's feet, plump and polite, descended like white pigeons from the sea of pillow, across the linoleum roses, down down the wooden stairs, over the chalk hopscotch squares，5，6，7，blue sky.
　　Do you want this? And gave us a paper bag with one pair of lemon shoes and one red and one pair of dancing shoes that used to be white but were now pale blue. Here, and we said thank you and waited until she went upstairs.
　　Hurray！Today we are Cinderella because our feet fit exactly, and we laugh at Rachel's one foot with a girl's grey sock and a lady's high heel. Do you like these shoes? But the truth is it is scary to look down at your foot that is no longer yours and see attached a long long leg.
　　Everybody wants to trade. The lemon shoes for the red shoes, the red for the pair that were once white but are now pale blue, the pale blue for the lemon, and take them off and put them back on and keep on like this a long time until we are tired.
　　Then Lucy screams to take our socks off and yes, it's true. We have legs. Skinny and spotted with satin scars where scabs were picked, but legs, all our own, good to look at, and long.
　　It's Rachel who learns to walk the best all strutted in those magic high heels. She teaches us to cross and uncross our legs, and to run like a double-dutch rope, and how to walk down to the corner so that the shoes talk back to you with every step. Lucy, Rachel, me tee-tottering like so. Down to the corner where the men can't take their eyes off us. We must be Christmas.
　　Mr. Benny at the corner grocery puts down his important cigar：Your mother know you got shoes like that? Who give you those?
　　Nobody.
　　Them are dangerous, he says. You girls too young to be wearing shoes like that. Take them shoes off before I call the cops, but we just run.
　　On the avenue a boy on a homemade bicycle calls out：Ladies, lead me to heaven.
　　But there is nobody around but us.
　　Do you like these shoes? Rachel says yes, and Lucy says yes, and yes I say, these are the best shoes. We will never go back to wearing the other kind again. Do you like these shoes?
　　In front of the laundromat six girls with the same fat face pretend we are invisible. They are the cousins, Lucy says, and always jealous. We just keep strutting.
　　Across the street in front of the tavern a bum man on the stoop.
　　Do you like these shoes?
　　Bum man says, Yes, little girl. Your little lemon shoes are so beautiful. But come closer. I can't see very well. Come closer. Please.
　　You are a pretty girl, bum man continues. What's your name, pretty girl?
　　And Rachel says Rachel, just like that.
　　Now you know to talk to drunks is crazy and to tell them your name is worse, but who can blame her. She is young and dizzy to hear so many sweet things in one day, even if it is a bum man's whiskey words saying them.
　　Rachel, you are prettier than a yellow taxicab. You know that?
　　But we don't like it. We got to go, Lucy says.
　　If I give you a dollar will you kiss me? How about a dollar. I give you a dollar, and he looks in his pocket for wrinkled money.
　　We have to go right now, Lucy says taking Rachel's hand because she looks like she's thinking about that dollar.
　　Bum man is yelling something to the air but by now we are running fast and far away, our high heel shoes taking us all the way down the avenue and around the block, past the ugly cousins, past Mr. Benny's, up Mango Street, the back way, just in case.
　　We are tired of being beautiful. Lucy hides the lemon shoes and the red shoes and the shoes that used to be white but are now pale blue under a powerful bushel basket on the back porh,until one Tuesday her mother,who is very clean,throws them away. But no one complains.

中文版

雨

芒果街上的小屋

頭髮

男孩和女孩

我的名字

貓皇后凱茜【註】

我們的好日子

笑聲

吉爾的舊傢俱買賣

麼麼·奧提茲

路易、他的表姐和表兄

瑪琳

那些人不明白

有一個老女人她有很多孩子不知道怎麼辦

看見老鼠的阿莉西婭

大流士和雲

還有……

小腳之家

米飯三明治

塌跟的舊鞋【註】

髖骨

第一份工

黑暗裡醒來的疲憊的爸爸

生辰不吉

伊倫妮塔、牌、手掌和水

沒有姓的傑拉爾多

埃德娜的鷺鷥兒

田納西的埃爾【註】

塞爾

四棵細瘦的樹

別說英語

在星期二喝可可和木瓜汁的拉菲娜

薩莉

密涅瓦寫詩

閣樓上的流浪者

美麗的和殘酷的

一個聰明人

薩莉說的

猴子花園

紅色小丑

亞麻地氈上的玫瑰

三姐妹

阿莉西婭和我在埃德娜的臺階上交談

一所我自己的房子

芒果有時說再見

作品背景

故事背後的故事

作者的寫作生涯

青芒果之味

英文版

The House on Mango Street

Hairs

Boys&Girls

My Name

Cathy Queen of Cats

Our Good Day

Laughter

Gil's Furniture Bought&Sold

Meme Ortiz

Louie, His Cousin&His Other Cousin

Marin

Those Who Don't

There Was an Old Woman She Had So Many Children She Didn't Know What to Do

Alicia Who Sees Mice

Darius&the Clouds

And Some More

The Family of Litt1e Feet

A Rice Sandwich

Chanclas

Hips

The First Job

Papa Who Wakes Up Tired in the Dark

Born Bad

Elenita, Cards, Palm, Water

Geraldo No Last Name

Edna's Ruthie

The Earl of Tennessee

Sire

Four Skinny Trees

No Speak English

Rafaela Who Drinks Coconut&Papaya Juice on Tuesdays

Sally

Minerva Writes Poems

Bums in the Attic

Beautiful&Cruel

A Smart Cookie

What Sally Said

The Monkey Garden

Red Clowns

Linoleum Roses

The Three Sisters

Alicia&I Talking on Edna's Steps

A House of My Own

Mango Says Goodbye Sometimes

英文版

Mango Says Goodbye Sometimes

A House of My Own

Alicia&I Talking on Edna's Steps

The Three Sisters

Linoleum Roses

Red Clowns

The Monkey Garden

What Sally Said

A Smart Cookie

Beautiful&Cruel

Bums in the Attic

Minerva Writes Poems

Sally

Rafaela Who Drinks Coconut&Papaya Juice on Tuesdays

No Speak English

Four Skinny Trees

Sire

The Earl of Tennessee

Edna's Ruthie

Geraldo No Last Name

Elenita, Cards, Palm, Water

Born Bad

Papa Who Wakes Up Tired in the Dark

The First Job

Hips

Chanclas

A Rice Sandwich

The Family of Litt1e Feet

And Some More

Darius&the Clouds

Alicia Who Sees Mice

There Was an Old Woman She Had So Many Children She Didn't Know What to Do

Those Who Don't

Marin

Louie, His Cousin&His Other Cousin

Meme Ortiz

Gil's Furniture Bought&Sold

Laughter

Our Good Day

Cathy Queen of Cats

My Name

Boys&Girls

Hairs

The House on Mango Street

中文版

青芒果之味

作者的寫作生涯

故事背後的故事

作品背景

芒果有時說再見

一所我自己的房子

阿莉西婭和我在埃德娜的臺階上交談

三姐妹

亞麻地氈上的玫瑰

紅色小丑

猴子花園

薩莉說的

一個聰明人

美麗的和殘酷的

閣樓上的流浪者

密涅瓦寫詩

薩莉

在星期二喝可可和木瓜汁的拉菲娜

別說英語

四棵細瘦的樹

塞爾

田納西的埃爾【註】

埃德娜的鷺鷥兒

沒有姓的傑拉爾多

伊倫妮塔、牌、手掌和水

生辰不吉

黑暗裡醒來的疲憊的爸爸

第一份工

髖骨

塌跟的舊鞋【註】

米飯三明治

小腳之家

還有……

大流士和雲

看見老鼠的阿莉西婭

有一個老女人她有很多孩子不知道怎麼辦

那些人不明白

瑪琳

路易、他的表姐和表兄

麼麼·奧提茲

吉爾的舊傢俱買賣

笑聲

我們的好日子

貓皇后凱茜【註】

我的名字

男孩和女孩

頭髮

芒果街上的小屋

雨