安徒生童话THE METAL PIG.docx
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安徒生童话THEMETALPIG
1872
FAIRYTALESOFHANSCHRISTIANANDERSEN
THEMETALPIG
byHansChristianAndersen
INthecityofFlorence,notfarfromthePiazzadelGranduca,
runsalittlestreetcalledPortaRosa.Inthisstreet,justin
frontofthemarket-placewherevegetablesaresold,standsapig,
madeofbrassandcuriouslyformed.Thebrightcolorhasbeen
changedbyagetodarkgreen;butclear,freshwaterpoursfromthe
snout,whichshinesasifithadbeenpolished,andsoindeedit
has,forhundredsofpoorpeopleandchildrenseizeitintheir
handsastheyplacetheirmouthsclosetothemouthoftheanimal,
todrink.Itisquiteapicturetoseeahalf-nakedboyclaspingthe
well-formedcreaturebythehead,ashepresseshisrosylips
againstitsjaws.EveryonewhovisitsFlorencecanveryquickly
findtheplace;hehasonlytoaskthefirstbeggarhemeetsforthe
MetalPig,andhewillbetoldwhereitis.
Itwaslateonawinterevening;themountainswerecoveredwith
snow,butthemoonshonebrightly,andmoonlightinItalyislikea
dullwinter'sdayinthenorth;indeeditisbetter,forclearair
seemstoraiseusabovetheearth,whileinthenorthacold,gray,
leadenskyappearstopressusdowntoearth,evenasthecolddamp
earthshallonedaypressonusinthegrave.Inthegardenofthe
grandduke'spalace,undertheroofofoneofthewings,wherea
thousandrosesbloominwinter,alittleraggedboyhadbeensitting
thewholedaylong;aboy,whomightserveasatypeofItaly,
lovelyandsmiling,andyetstillsuffering.Hewashungryand
thirsty,yetnoonegavehimanything;andwhenitbecamedark,and
theywereabouttoclosethegardens,theporterturnedhimout.He
stoodalongtimemusingonthebridgewhichcrossestheArno,and
lookingattheglitteringstars,reflectedinthewaterwhichflowed
betweenhimandtheelegantmarblebridgeDellaTrinita.Hethen
walkedawaytowardstheMetalPig,halfkneltdown,claspeditwith
hisarms,andthenputhismouthtotheshiningsnoutanddrankdeep
draughtsofthefreshwater.Closeby,layafewsalad-leavesand
twochestnuts,whichweretoserveforhissupper.Noonewasinthe
streetbuthimself;itbelongedonlytohim,soheboldlyseated
himselfonthepig'sback,leanedforwardsothathiscurlyheadcould
restontheheadoftheanimal,and,beforehewasaware,hefell
asleep.
Itwasmidnight.TheMetalPigraisedhimselfgently,andthe
boyheardhimsayquitedistinctly,"Holdtight,littleboy,forI
amgoingtorun;"andawayhestartedforamostwonderfulride.
First,theyarrivedatthePiazzadelGranduca,andthemetalhorse
whichbearstheduke'sstatue,neighedaloud.Thepainted
coats-of-armsontheoldcouncil-houseshoneliketransparent
pictures,andMichaelAngelo'sDavidtossedhissling;itwasasif
everythinghadlife.Themetallicgroupsoffigures,amongwhich
werePerseusandtheRapeoftheSabines,lookedlikeliving
persons,andcriesofterrorsoundedfromthemallacrossthenoble
square.BythePalazzodegliUffizi,inthearcade,wherethenobility
assembleforthecarnival,theMetalPigstopped."Holdfast,"said
theanimal;"holdfast,forIamgoingupstairs."
Thelittleboysaidnotaword;hewashalfpleasedandhalf
afraid.Theyenteredalonggallery,wheretheboyhadbeenbefore.
Thewallswereresplendentwithpaintings;herestoodstatuesand
busts,allinaclearlightasifitwereday.Butthegrandest
appearedwhenthedoorofasideroomopened;thelittleboycould
rememberwhatbeautifulthingshehadseenthere,butto-night
everythingshoneinitsbrightestcolors.Herestoodthefigureofa
beautifulwoman,asbeautifullysculpturedaspossiblebyoneofthe
greatmasters.Hergracefullimbsappearedtomove;dolphinssprangat
herfeet,andimmortalityshonefromhereyes.Theworldcalledher
theVenusde'Medici.Byhersidewerestatues,inwhichthespiritof
lifebreathedinstone;figuresofmen,oneofwhomwhettedhissword,
andwasnamedtheGrinder;wrestlinggladiatorsformedanother
group,theswordhadbeensharpenedforthem,andtheystrovefor
thegoddessofbeauty.Theboywasdazzledbysomuchglitter;forthe
wallsweregleamingwithbrightcolors,allappearedlivingreality.
Astheypassedfromhalltohall,beautyeverywhereshoweditself;
andastheMetalPigwentstepbystepfromonepicturetothe
other,thelittleboycouldseeitallplainly.Onegloryeclipsed
another;yettherewasonepicturethatfixeditselfonthelittle
boy'smemory,moreespeciallybecauseofthehappychildrenit
represented,forthesethelittleboyhadseenindaylight.Many
passthispicturebywithindifference,andyetitcontainsatreasure
ofpoeticfeeling;itrepresentsChristdescendingintoHades.They
arenotthelostwhomthespectatorsees,buttheheathenofolden
times.TheFlorentine,AngioloBronzino,paintedthispicture;most
beautifulistheexpressiononthefaceofthetwochildren,who
appeartohavefullconfidencethattheyshallreachheavenatlast.
Theyareembracingeachother,andonelittleonestretchesouthis
handtowardsanotherwhostandsbelowhim,andpointstohimself,as
ifheweresaying,"Iamgoingtoheaven."Theolderpeoplestandas
ifuncertain,yethopeful,andtheybowinhumbleadorationtothe
LordJesus.Onthispicturetheboy'seyesrestedlongerthanonany
other:
theMetalPigstoodstillbeforeit.Alowsighwasheard.
Diditcomefromthepictureorfromtheanimal?
Theboyraisedhis
handstowardsthesmilingchildren,andthenthePigranoffwith
himthroughtheopenvestibule.
"Thankyou,thankyou,youbeautifulanimal,"saidthelittleboy,
caressingtheMetalPigasitrandownthesteps.
"Thankstoyourselfalso,"repliedtheMetalPig;"Ihavehelped
youandyouhavehelpedme,foritisonlywhenIhaveaninnocent
childonmybackthatIreceivethepowertorun.Yes;asyousee,I
canevenventureundertheraysofthelamp,infrontofthepicture
oftheMadonna,butImaynotenterthechurch;stillfromwithout,
andwhileyouareuponmyback,Imaylookinthroughtheopendoor.
Donotgetdownyet,forifyoudo,thenIshallbelifeless,asyou
haveseenmeinthePortaRosa."
"Iwillstaywithyou,mydearcreature,"saidthelittleboy.
Sothentheywentonatarapidpacethroughthestreetsof
Florence,tilltheycametothesquarebeforethechurchofSanta
Croce.Thefolding-doorsflewopen,andlightstreamedfromthe
altarthroughthechurchintothedesertedsquare.Awonderfulblaze
oflightstreamedfromoneofthemonumentsintheleft-sideaisle,
andathousandmovingstarsseemedtoformagloryroundit;even
thecoat-of-armsonthetomb-stoneshone,andaredladderonablue
fieldgleamedlikefire.ItwasthegraveofGalileo.Themonument
isunadorned,buttheredladderisanemblemofart,signifying
thatthewaytogloryleadsupashiningladder,onwhichtheprophets
ofmindrisetoheaven,likeEliasofold.Intherightaisleofthe
churcheverystatueontherichlycarvedsarcophagiseemedendowed
withlife.HerestoodMichaelAngelo;thereDante,withthelaurel
wreathroundhisbrow;AlfieriandMachiavelli;forheresideby
siderestthegreatmen-theprideofItaly.Thechurchitselfisvery
beautiful,evenmorebeautifulthanthemarblecathedralat
Florence,thoughnotsolarge.Itseemedasifthecarvedvestments
stirred,andasifthemarblefigurestheycoveredraisedtheir
headshigher,togazeuponthebrightlycoloredglowingaltarwhere
thewhite-robedboysswungthegoldencensers,amidmusicandsong,
whilethestrongfragranceofincensefilledthechurch,and
streamedforthintothesquare.Theboystretchedforthhishands
towardsthelight,andatthesamemomenttheMetalPigstarted
againsorapidlythathewasobligedtoclingtightlytohim.Thewind
whistledinhisears,heheardthechurchdoorcreakonitshinges
asitclosed,anditseemedtohimasifhehadlosthissenses-
thenacoldshudderpassedoverhim,andheawoke.
Itwasmorning;theMetalPigstoodinitsoldplaceonthe
PortaRosa,andtheboyfoundhehadslippednearlyoffitsback.Fear
andtremblingcameuponhimashethoughtofhismother;shehad
senthimoutthedaybeforetogetsomemoney,hehadnotdoneso,and
nowhewashungryandthirsty.Oncemoreheclaspedtheneckofhis
metalhorse,kisseditsnose,andnoddedfarewelltoit.Thenhe
wanderedawayintooneofthenarroweststreets,wheretherewas
scarcelyroomforaloadeddonkeytopass.Agreatiron-bounddoor
stoodajar;hepassedthrough,andclimbedupabrickstaircase,
withdirtywallsandaropeforabalustrade,tillhecametoan
opengalleryhungwithrags.Fromhereaflightofstepsleddowntoa
court,wherefromawellwaterwasdrawnupbyironrollerstothe
differentstoriesofthehouse,andwherethewater-bucketshung
sidebyside.Sometimestherollerandthebucketdancedintheair,
splashingthewateralloverthecourt.Anotherbroken-down
staircaseledfromthegallery,andtwoRussiansailorsrunningdown
italmostupsetthepoorboy.Theywerecomingfromtheirnightly
carousal.Awomannotveryyoung,withanunpleasantfaceanda
quantityofblackhair,followedthem."Whathaveyoubroughthome?
"
sheasked.whenshesawtheboy.
"Don'tbeangry,"hepleaded;"Ireceivednothing,Ihave
nothingatall;"andheseizedhismother'sdressandwouldhave
kissedit.Thentheywentintoalittleroom.Ineednotdescribe
it,butonlysaythattherestoodinitanearthenpotwithhandles,
madeforholdingfire,whichinItalyiscalledamarito.Thispotshe
tookinherlap,warmedherfingers,andp
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