安徒生童话Little Idas Flowers 小意达的花儿.docx
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安徒生童话LittleIdasFlowers小意达的花儿
安徒生童话:
LittleIda'sFlowers小意达的花儿
MYpoorflowersarequitedead,”saidlittleIda,“theyweresoprettyyesterdayevening,andnowalltheleavesarehangingdownquitewithered.Whatdotheydothatfor,”sheasked,ofthestudentwhosatonthesofa;shelikedhimverymuch,hecouldtellthemostamusingstories,andcutouttheprettiestpictures;hearts,andladiesdancing,castleswithdoorsthatopened,aswellasflowers;hewasadelightfulstudent.“Whydotheflowerslooksofadedto-day?
”sheaskedagain,andpointedtohernosegay,whichwasquitewithered.
“Don’tyouknowwhatisthematterwiththem?
”saidthestudent.“Theflowerswereataballlastnight,andtherefore,itisnowondertheyhangtheirheads.”
“Butflowerscannotdance?
”criedlittleIda.
“Yesindeed,theycan,”repliedthestudent.“Whenitgrowsdark,andeverybodyisasleep,theyjumpaboutquitemerrily.Theyhaveaballalmosteverynight.”
“Canchildrengototheseballs?
”
“Yes,”saidthestudent,“littledaisiesandliliesofthevalley.”
“Wheredothebeautifulflowersdance?
”askedlittleIda.
“Haveyounotoftenseenthelargecastleoutsidethegatesofthetown,wherethekinglivesinsummer,andwherethebeautifulgardenisfullofflowers?
Andhaveyounotfedtheswanswithbreadwhentheyswamtowardsyou?
Well,theflowershavecapitalballsthere,believeme.”
“Iwasinthegardenoutthereyesterdaywithmymother,”saidIda,“butalltheleaveswereoffthetrees,andtherewasnotasingleflowerleft.Wherearethey?
Iusedtoseesomanyinthesummer.”
“Theyareinthecastle,”repliedthestudent.“Youmustknowthatassoonasthekingandallthecourtaregoneintothetown,theflowersrunoutofthegardenintothecastle,andyoushouldseehowmerrytheyare.Thetwomostbeautifulrosesseatthemselvesonthethrone,andarecalledthekingandqueen,thenalltheredcockscombsrangethemselvesoneachside,andbow,thesearethelords-in-waiting.Afterthattheprettyflowerscomein,andthereisagrandball.Thebluevioletsrepresentlittlenavalcadets,anddancewithhyacinthsandcrocuseswhichtheycallyoungladies.Thetulipsandtiger-liliesaretheoldladieswhositandwatchthedancing,sothateverythingmaybeconductedwithorderandpropriety.”
“But,”saidlittleIda,“istherenoonetheretohurttheflowersfordancingintheking’scastle?
”
“Nooneknowsanythingaboutit,”saidthestudent.“Theoldstewardofthecastle,whohastowatchthereatnight,sometimescomesin;buthecarriesagreatbunchofkeys,andassoonastheflowershearthekeysrattle,theyrunandhidethemselvesbehindthelongcurtains,andstandquitestill,justpeepingtheirheadsout.Thentheoldstewardsays,‘Ismellflowershere,’buthecannotseethem.”
“Ohhowcapital,”saidlittleIda,clappingherhands.“ShouldIbeabletoseetheseflowers?
”
“Yes,”saidthestudent,“mindyouthinkofitthenexttimeyougoout,nodoubtyouwillseethem,ifyoupeepthroughthewindow.Ididsoto-day,andIsawalongyellowlilylyingstretchedoutonthesofa.Shewasacourtlady.”
“CantheflowersfromtheBotanicalGardensgototheseballs?
”askedIda.“Itissuchadistance!
”
“Ohyes,”saidthestudent“whenevertheylike,fortheycanfly.Haveyounotseenthosebeautifulred,white.andyellowbutterflies,thatlooklikeflowers?
Theywereflowersonce.Theyhaveflownofftheirstalksintotheair,andflaptheirleavesasiftheywerelittlewingstomakethemfly.Then,iftheybehavewell,theyobtainpermissiontoflyaboutduringtheday,insteadofbeingobligedtositstillontheirstemsathome,andsointimetheirleavesbecomerealwings.Itmaybe,however,thattheflowersintheBotanicalGardenshaveneverbeentotheking’spalace,and,therefore,theyknownothingofthemerrydoingsatnight,whichtakeplacethere.Iwilltellyouwhattodo,andthebotanicalprofessor,wholivesclosebyhere,willbesosurprised.Youknowhimverywell,doyounot?
Well,nexttimeyougointohisgarden,youmusttelloneoftheflowersthatthereisgoingtobeagrandballatthecastle,thenthatflowerwilltellalltheothers,andtheywillflyawaytothecastleassoonaspossible.Andwhentheprofessorwalksintohisgarden,therewillnotbeasingleflowerleft.Howhewillwonderwhathasbecomeofthem!
”
“Buthowcanoneflowertellanother?
Flowerscannotspeak?
”
“No,certainlynot,”repliedthestudent;“buttheycanmakesigns.Haveyounotoftenseenthatwhenthewindblowstheynodatoneanother,andrustlealltheirgreenleaves?
”
“Cantheprofessorunderstandthesigns?
”askedIda.
“Yes,tobesurehecan.Hewentonemorningintohisgarden,andsawastingingnettlemakingsignswithitsleavestoabeautifulredcarnation.Itwassaying,‘Youaresopretty,Ilikeyouverymuch.’Buttheprofessordidnotapproveofsuchnonsense,soheclappedhishandsonthenettletostopit.Thentheleaves,whichareitsfingers,stunghimsosharplythathehasneverventuredtotouchanettlesince.”
“Ohhowfunny!
”saidIda,andshelaughed.
“Howcananyoneputsuchnotionsintoachild’shead?
”saidatiresomelawyer,whohadcometopayavisit,andsatonthesofa.Hedidnotlikethestudent,andwouldgrumblewhenhesawhimcuttingoutdrolloramusingpictures.Sometimesitwouldbeamanhangingonagibbetandholdingaheartinhishandasifhehadbeenstealinghearts.Sometimesitwasanoldwitchridingthroughtheaironabroomandcarryingherhusbandonhernose.Butthelawyerdidnotlikesuchjokes,andhewouldsayashehadjustsaid,“Howcananyoneputsuchnonsenseintoachild’shead!
whatabsurdfanciesthereare!
”
ButtolittleIda,allthesestorieswhichthestudenttoldherabouttheflowers,seemedverydroll,andshethoughtoverthemagreatdeal.Theflowersdidhangtheirheads,becausetheyhadbeendancingallnight,andwereverytired,andmostlikelytheywereill.Thenshetookthemintotheroomwhereanumberoftoyslayonaprettylittletable,andthewholeofthetabledrawerbesideswasfullofbeautifulthings.HerdollSophylayinthedoll’sbedasleep,andlittleIdasaidtoher,“YoumustreallygetupSophy,andbecontenttolieinthedrawerto-night;thepoorflowersareill,andtheymustlieinyourbed,thenperhapstheywillgetwellagain.”Soshetookthedollout,wholookedquitecross,andsaidnotasingleword,forshewasangryatbeingturnedoutofherbed.Idaplacedtheflowersinthedoll’sbed,anddrewthequiltoverthem.Thenshetoldthemtoliequitestillandbegood,whileshemadesometeaforthem,sothattheymightbequitewellandabletogetupthenextmorning.Andshedrewthecurtainscloseroundthelittlebed,sothatthesunmightnotshineintheireyes.Duringthewholeeveningshecouldnothelpthinkingofwhatthestudenthadtoldher.Andbeforeshewenttobedherself,shewasobligedtopeepbehindthecurtainsintothegardenwhereallhermother’sbeautifulflowersgrew,hyacinthsandtulips,andmanyothers.Thenshewhisperedtothemquitesoftly,“Iknowyouaregoingtoaballto-night.”Buttheflowersappearedasiftheydidnotunderstand,andnotaleafmoved;stillIdafeltquitesuresheknewallaboutit.Shelayawakealongtimeaftershewasinbed,thinkinghowprettyitmustbetoseeallthebeautifulflowersdancingintheking’sgarden.“Iwonderifmyflowershavereallybeenthere,”shesaidtoherself,andthenshefellasleep.Inthenightsheawoke;shehadbeendreamingoftheflowersandofthestudent,aswellasofthetiresomelawyerwhofoundfaultwithhim.ItwasquitestillinIda’sbedroom;thenight-lampburntonthetable,andherfatherandmotherwereasleep.“IwonderifmyflowersarestilllyinginSophy’sbed,”shethoughttoherself;“howmuchIshouldliketoknow.”Sheraisedherselfalittle,andglancedatthedooroftheroomwhereallherflowersandplaythingslay;itwaspartlyopen,andasshelistened,itseemedasifsomeoneintheroomwasplayingthepiano,butsoftlyandmoreprettilythanshehadeverbeforeheardit.“Nowalltheflowersarecertainlydancinginthere,”shethought,“ohhowmuchIshouldliketoseethem,”butshedidnotdaremoveforfearofdisturbingherfatherandmother.“Iftheywouldonlycomeinhere,”shethought;buttheydidnotcome,andthemusiccontinuedtoplaysobeautifully,andwassopretty,thatshecouldresistnolonger.Shecreptoutofherlittlebed,wentsoftlytothedoorandlookedintotheroom.Ohwhatasplendidsighttherewastobesure!
Therewasnonight-lampburning,buttheroomappearedquitelight,forthemoonshonethroughthewindowuponthefloor,andmadeitalmostlikeday.Allthehyacinthsandtulipsstoodintwolongrowsdowntheroom,notasingleflowerremainedinthewindow,andtheflower-potswereallempty.Theflowersweredancinggracefullyonthefloor,makingturnsandholdingeachotherbytheirlonggreenleavesastheyswunground.AtthepianosatalargeyellowlilywhichlittleIdawassureshehadseeninthesummer,forsherememberedthestudentsayingshewasverymuchlikeMissLina,oneofIda’sfriends.Theyalllaughedathimthen,butnowitseemedtolittleIdaasifthetall,yellowflowerwasreallyliketheyounglady.Shehadjustthesamemannerswhileplaying,bendingherlongyellowfacefromsidetoside,andnoddingintimetothebeautifulmusic.Thenshesawalargepurplecrocusjumpintothemiddleofthetablewheretheplaythingsstood,gouptothedoll’sbedsteadanddrawbackthecurtains;therelaythesickflowers,buttheygotupdirectly,andnoddedtotheothersasasignthattheywishedtodancewiththem.Theold
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