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FAIRY TALES OF HANS CHRISTIAN ANDERSENA CHEERFUL TEMPERby Hans Christian AndersenFROM my father I received the best inheritance, namely a "good temper." "And who was my father?" That has nothing to do with the good temper; but I will say he was lively, good-looking round, and fat;he was both in appearance and character a complete contradiction tohis profession. "And pray what was his profession and his standingin respectable society?" Well, perhaps, if in the beginning of abook these were written and printed, many, when they read it, wouldlay the book down and say, "It seems to me a very miserable title, Idon't like things of this sort." And yet my father was not askin-dresser nor an executioner; on the contrary, his employment placed him at the head of the grandest people of the town, and itwas his place by right. He had to precede the bishop, and even the princes of the blood; he always went first,- he was a hearse driver! There, now, the truth is out. And I will own, that when people sawmy father perched up in front of the omnibus of death, dressed inhis long, wide, black cloak, and his black-edged, three-cornered haton his head, and then glanced at his round, jocund face, round asthe sun, they could not think much of sorrow or the grave. That face said, "It is nothing, it will all end better than people think." SoI have inherited from him, not only my good temper, but a habit of going often to the churchyard, which is good, when done in a proper humor; and then also I take in the Intelligencer, just as he used todo.I am not very young, I have neither wife nor children, nor a library, but, as I said, I read the Intelligencer, which is enough forme; it is to me a delightful paper, and so it was to my father. Itis of great use, for it contains all that a man requires to know;the names of the preachers at the church, and the new books whichare published; where houses, servants, clothes, and provisions maybe obtained. And then what a number of subscriptions to charities, and what innocent verses! Persons seeking interviews and engagements,all so plainly and naturally stated. Certainly, a man who takes in the Intelligencer may live merrily and be buried contentedly, and by theend of his life will have such a capital stock of paper that he canlie on a soft bed of it, unless he prefers wood shavings for hisresting-place. The newspaper and the churchyard were always exciting objects to me. My walks to the latter were like bathing-places to my good humor. Every one can read the newspaper for himself, but come with me to the churchyard while the sun shines and the trees are green, and let us wander among the graves. Each of them is like aclosed book, with the back uppermost, on which we can read the titleof what the book contains, but nothing more. I had a great deal of information from my father, and I have noticed a great deal myself.I keep it in my diary, in which I write for my own use and pleasurea history of all who lie here, and a few more beside.Now we are in the churchyard. Here, behind the white iron railings, once a rose-tree grew; it is gone now, but a little bit of evergreen, from a neighboring grave, stretches out its green tendrils, and makes some appearance; there rests a very unhappy man, and yet while he lived he might be said to occupy a very good position. He had enough to live upon, and something to spare; but owing to hisrefined tastes the least thing in the world annoyed him. If he went toa theatre of an evening, instead of enjoying himself he would be quite annoyed if the machinist had put too strong a light into one side ofthe moon, or if the representations of the sky hung over the scenes when they ought to have hung behind them; or if a palm-tree was introduced into a scene representing the Zoological Gardens of Berlin,or a cactus in a view of Tyrol, or a beech-tree in the north of Norway. As if these things were of any consequence! Why did he not leave them alone? Who would trouble themselves about such trifles? especially at a comedy, where every one is expected to be amused. Then sometimes the public applauded too much, or too little, to please him. "They are like wet wood," he would say, looking round to see what sort of people were present, "this evening; nothing fires them." Then he would vex and fret himself because they did not laugh at the right time, or because they laughed in the wrong places; and so he fretted and worried himself till at last the unhappy man fretted himselfinto the grave.Here rests a happy man, that is to say, a man of high birth and position, which was very lucky for him, otherwise he would have been scarcely worth notice. It is beautiful to observe how wisely nature orders these things. He walked about in a coat embroidered all over, and in the drawing-rooms of society looked just like one of those rich pearl-embroidered bell-pulls, which are only made for show; and behind them always hangs a good thick cord for use. This man also had a stout, useful substitute behind him, who did duty for him, and performed all his dirty work. And there are still, even now, these serviceable cords behind other embroidered bell-ropes. It is all so wisely arranged, that a man may well be in a good humor.Here rests,- ah, it makes one feel mournful to think of him!-but here rests a man who, during sixty-seven years, was never remembered to have said a good thing; he lived only in the hope of having a good idea. At last he felt convinced, in his own mind, thathe really had one, and was so delighted that he positively died of joyat the thought of having at last caught an idea. Nobody got anythingby it; indeed, no one even heard what the good thing was. Now I can imagine that this same idea may prevent him from resting quietly inhis grave; for suppose that to produce a good effect, it isnecessary to bring out his new idea at breakfast, and that he can only make his appearance on earth at midnight, as ghosts are believed generally to do; why then this good idea would not suit the hour,and the man would have to carry it down again with him into the grave- that must be a troubled grave.The woman who lies here was so remarkably stingy, that duringher life she would get up in the night and mew, that her neighbors might think she kept a cat. What a miser she was!Here rests a young lady, of a good family, who would always make her voice heard in society, and when she sang "Mi manca la voce,"*it was the only true thing she ever said in her life.* "I want a voice," or, "I have no voice."Here lies a maiden of another description. She was engaged to be married,- but, her story is one of every-day life; we will leave herto rest in the grave.Here rests a widow, who, with music in her tongue, carried gall inher heart. She used to go round among the families near, and searchout their faults, upon which she preyed with all the envy and maliceof her nature. This is a family grave. The members of this family heldso firmly together in their opinions, that they would believe in no other. If the newspapers, or even the whole world, said of a certain subject, "It is so-and-so;" and a little schoolboy declared he had learned quite differently, they would take his assertion as the onlytrue one, because he belonged to the family. And it is well known thatif the yard-cock belonging to this family happened to crow at midnight, they would declare it was morning, although the watchman and all the clocks in the town were proclaiming the hour of twelve at night.The great poet Goethe concludes his Faust with the words, "maybe continued;" so might our wanderings in the churchyard be continued.I come here often, and if any of my friends, or those who are not my friends, are too much for me, I go out and choose a plot of groundin which to bury him or her. Then I bury them, as it were; therethey lie, dead and powerless, till they come back new and better characters. Their lives and their deeds, looked at after my own fashion, I write down in my diary, as every one ought to do. Then,if any of our friends act absurdly, no one need to be vexed aboutit. Let them bury the offenders out of sight, and keep their goodtemper. They can also read the Intelligencer, which is a paper writtenby the people, with their hands guided. When the time comes for the history of my life, to be bound by the grave, then they will writeupon it as my epitaph-"The man with a cheerful temper."And this is my story.THE ENDFAIRY TALES OF HANS CHRISTIAN ANDERSENA GREAT GRIEFby Hans Christian AndersenTHIS story really consists of two parts. The first part might beleft out, but it gives us a few particulars, and these are usefulWe were staying in the country at a gentleman's seat, where it happened that the master was absent for a few days. In the meantime, there arrived from the next town a lady; she had a pug dog with her, and came, she said, to dispose of shares in her tan-yard. She hadher papers with her, and we advised her to put them in an envelope, and to write thereon the address of the proprietor of the estate, "General War-Commissary Knight," &c.She listened to us attentively, seized the pen, paused, and beggedus to repeat the direction slowly. We complied, and she wrote; butin the midst of the "General War-" she struck fast, sighed deeply, and said, "I am only a woman!" Her Puggie had seated itself on the ground while she wrote, and growled; for the dog had come with her for amusement and for the sake of its health; and then the bare floor ought not to be offered to a visitor. His outward appearance was characterized by a snub nose and a very fat back."He doesn't bite," said the lady; "he has no teeth. He is like oneof the family, faithful and grumpy; but the latter is mygrandchildren's fault, for they have teased him; they play at wedding, and want to give him the part of the bridesmaid, and that's too much for him, poor old fellow."And she delivered her papers, and took Puggie upon her arm. And this is the first part of the story which might have been left out.PUGGIE DIED!! That's the second part.It was about a week afterwards we arrived in the town, and putup at the inn. Our windows looked into the tan-yard, which was dividedinto two parts by a partition of planks; in one half were many skinsand hides, raw and tanned. Here was all the apparatus necessary to carry on a tannery, and it belonged to the widow. Puggie had died in the morning, and was to be buried in this part of the yard; the grandchildren of the widow (that is, of the tanner's widow, for Puggie had never been married) filled up the grave, and it was a beautiful grave- it must have been quite pleasant to lie there.The grave was bordered with pieces of flower-pots and strewnover with sand; quite at the top they had stuck up half a beer bottle, with the neck upwards, and that was not at all allegorical.The children danced round the grave, and the eldest of the boys among them, a practical youngster of seven years, made the proposition that there should be an exhibition of Puggie's burial-place for allwho lived in the lane; the price of admission was to be a trouser button, for every boy would be sure to have one, and each might also give one for a little girl. This proposal was adopted by acclamation.And all the children out of the lane- yes, even out of thelittle lane at the back- flocked to the place, and each gave a button. Many were noticed to go about on that afternoon with only one suspender; but then they had seen Puggie's grave, and the sight was worth much more.But in front of the tan-yard, close to the entrance, stood alittle girl clothed in rags, very pretty to look at, with curlyhair, and eyes so blue and clear that it was a pleasure to look into them. The child said not a word, nor did she cry; but each time the little door was opened she gave a long, long look into the yard. She had not a button- that she knew right well, and therefore she remained standing sorrowfully outside, till all the others had seen the graveand had gone away; then she sat down, held her little brown hands before her eyes, and burst into tears; this girl alone had not seen Puggie's grave. It was a grief as great to her as any grown person can experience.We saw this from above; and looked at from above, how many a grief of our own and of others can make us smile! That is the story, and whoever does not understand it may go and purchase a share in the tan-yard from the window.THE ENDFAIRY TALES OF HANS CHRISTIAN ANDERSENA LEAF FROM HEAVENby Hans Christian AndersenHIGH up in the clear, pure air flew an angel, with a flowerplucked from the garden of heaven. As he was kissing the flower a very little leaf fell from it and sunk down into the soft earth in themiddle of a wood. It immediately took root, sprouted, and sent out shoots among the other plants."What a ridiculous little shoot!" said one. "No one will recognizeit; not even the thistle nor the stinging-nettle.""It must be a kind of garden plant," said another; and so they sneered and despised the plant as a thing from a garden."Where are you coming?" said the tall thistles whose leaves wereall armed with thorns. "It is stupid nonsense to allow yourself toshoot out in this way; we are not here to support you."Winter came, and the plant was covered with snow, but the snow glittered over it as if it had sunshine beneath as well as above.When spring came, the plant appeared in full bloom: a more beautiful object than any other plant in the forest. And now the professor of botany presented himself, one who could explain his knowledge in black and white. He examined and tested the plant, but it did not belong to his system of botany, nor could he possibly find outto what class it did belong. "It must be some degenerate species,"said he; "I do not know it, and it is not mentioned in any system.""Not known in any system!" repeated the thistles and the nettles.The large trees which grew round it saw the plant and heard the remarks, but they said not a word either good or bad, which is the wisest plan for those who are ignorant.There passed through the forest a poor innocent girl; her heartwas pure, and her understanding increased by her faith. Her chief inheritance had been an old Bible, which she read and valued. From its pages she heard the voice of God speaking to her, and telling her to remember what was said of Joseph's brethren when persons wished to injure her. "They imagined evil in their hearts, but God turned itto good." If we suffer wrongfully, if we are misunderstood or despised, we must think of Him who was pure and holy, and who prayed for those who nailed Him to the cross, "Father forgive them, forthey know not what they do."The girl stood still before the wonderful plant, for the greenleaves exhaled a sweet and refreshing fragrance, and the flowers glittered and sparkled in the sunshine like colored flames, and the harmony of sweet sounds lingered round them as if each concealed within itself a deep fount of melody, which thousands of years couldnot exhaust. With pious gratitude the girl looked upon this glorious work of God, and bent down over one of the branches, that she might examine the flower and inhale the sweet perfume. Then a light broke in on her mind, and her heart expanded. Gladly would she have plucked aflower, but she could not overcome her reluctance to break one off.She knew it would so soon fade; so she took only a single greenleaf, carried it home, and laid it in her Bible, where it remainedever green, fresh, and unfading. Between the pages of the Bible itstill lay when, a few weeks afterwards, that Bible was laid underthe young girl's head in her coffin. A holy calm rested on her face,as if the earthly remains bore the impress of the truth that she now stood in the presence of God.In the forest the wonderful plant still continued to bloom till itgrew and became almost a tree, and all the birds of passage bowed themselves before it."That plant is a foreigner, no doubt," said the thistles and the burdocks. "We can never conduct ourselves like that in this country." And the black forest snails actually spat at the flower.Then came the swineherd; he was collecting thistles and shrubsto burn them for the ashes. He pulled up the wonderful plant, rootsand all, and placed it in his bundle. "This will be as useful as any,"he said; so the plant was carried away.Not long after, the king of the country suffered from thedeepest melancholy. He was diligent and industrious, but employment did him no good. They read deep and learned books to him, and then the lightest and most trifling that could be found, but all to no purpose. Then they applied for advice to one of the wise men of the world,and he sent them a message to say that there was one remedy which would relieve and cure him, and that it was a plant of heavenly origin which grew in the forest in the king's own dominions. The messenger described the flower so that is appearance could not be mistaken.Then said the swineherd, "I am afraid I carried this plant awayfrom the forest in my bundle, and it has been burnt to ashes long ago. But I did not know any better.""You did not know, any better! Ignorance upon ignorance indeed!"The poor swineherd took these words to heart, for they were addressed to him; he knew not that there were others who were equally ignorant. Not even a leaf of the plant could be found. Therewas one, but it lay in the coffin of the dead; no one knew anything about it.Then the king, in his melancholy, wandered out to the spot inthe wood. "Here is where the plant stood," he said; "it is a sacred place." Then he ordered that the place should be surrounded with a golden railing, and a sentry stationed near it.The botanical professor wrote a long treatise about the heavenly plant, and for this he was loaded with gold, which improved the position of himself and his family.And this part is really the most pleasant part of the story. Forthe plant had disappeared, and the king remained as melancholy and sad as ever, but the sentry said he had always been so.THE ENDFAIRY TALES OF HANS CHRISTIAN ANDERSENA ROSE FROM HOMER'S GRAVEby Hans Christian AndersenALL the songs of the east speak of the love of the nightingale forthe rose in the silent starlight night. The winged songsterserenades the fragrant flowers.Not far from Smyrna, where the merchant drives his loaded camels, proudly arching their long necks as they journey beneath the lofty pines over holy ground, I saw a hedge of roses. Theturtle-dove flew among the branches of the tall trees, and as the sunbeams fell upon her wings, they glistened as if they weremother-of-pearl. On the rose-bush grew a flower, more beautiful than them all, and to her the nightingale sung of his woes; but the rose remained silent, not even a dewdrop lay like a tear of sympathy on her leaves. At last she bowed her head over a heap of stones, and said, "Here rests the greatest singer in the world; over his tomb will Ispread my fragrance, and on it I will let my leaves fall when thestorm scatters them. He who sung of Troy became earth, and from that earth I have sprung. I, a rose from the grave of Homer, am too loftyto bloom for a nightingale." Then the nightingale sung himself to death. A camel-driver came by, with his loaded camels and his black slaves; his little son found the dead bird, and buried the lovely songster in the grave of the great Homer, while the rose trembled inthe wind.The evening came, and the rose wrapped her leaves more closely round her, and dreamed: and this was her dream.It was a fair sunshiny day; a crowd of strangers drew near who had undertaken a pilgrimage to the grave of Homer. Among the strangers was a minstrel from the north, the home of the clouds and the brilliantlights of the aurora borealis. He plucked the rose and placed it ina book, and carried it away into a distant part of the world, his fatherland. The rose faded with grief, and lay between the leaves ofthe book, which he opened in his own home, saying, "Here is a rose from the grave of Homer."Then the flower awoke from her dream, and trembled in the wind.A drop of dew fell from the leaves upon the singer's grave. The sun rose, and the flower bloomed more beautiful than ever. The day washot, and she was still in her own warm Asia. Then footsteps approached, strangers, such as the rose had seen in her dream, came by, and among them was a poet from the north; he plucked the rose, pressed a kiss upon her fresh mouth, and carried her away to the home of the clouds and the northern lights. Like a mummy, the flower now rests in his "Iliad," and, as in her dream, she hears him say,as he opens the book, "Here is a rose from the grave of Homer."THE ENDFAIRY TALES OF HANS CHRISTIAN ANDERSENA STORYby Hans Christian AndersenIN the garden all the apple-trees were in blossom. They had hastened to bring forth flowers before they got green leaves, and inthe yard all the ducklings walked up and down, and the cat to it basked in the sun and licked the sunshine from its own paws. And when one looked at the fields, how beautifully the corn stood andhow green it shone, without comparison! and there was a twittering and a fluttering of all the little birds, as if the day were a greatfestival; and so it was, for it was Sunday. All the bells wereringing, and all the people went to church, looking cheerful, and dressed in their best clothes. There was a look of cheerfulness on everything. The day was so warm and beautiful that one might well have said: "God's kindness to us men is beyond all limits." But insidethe church the pastor stood in the pulpit, and spoke very loudly and angrily. He said that all men were wicked, and God would punish them for their sins, and that the wicked, when they died, would be castinto hell, to burn for ever and ever. He spoke very excitedly,saying that their evil propensities would not be destroyed, norwould the fire be extinguished, and they should never find rest.That was terrible to hear, and he said it in such a tone of conviction; he described hell to them as a miserable hole where allthe refuse of the world gathers. There was no air beside the hot burning sulphur flame, and there was no ground under their feet; they, the wicked ones, sank deeper and deeper, while eternal silence surrounded them! It was dreadful to hear all that, for the preacher spoke from his heart, and all the people in the church were terrified. Meanwhile, the birds sang merrily outside, and the sun was shiningso beautifully warm, it seemed as though every little flower said: "God, Thy kindness towards us all is without limits." Indeed,outside it was not at all like the pastor's sermon.The same evening, upon going to bed, the pastor noticed his wife sitting there quiet and pensive."What is the matter with you?" he asked her."Well, the matter with me is," she said, "that I cannot collect my thoughts, and am unable to grasp the meaning of what you said to-day in church- that there are so many wicked people, and that they should burn eternally. Alas! eternally- how long! I am only a woman and a sinner before God, but I should not have the heart to let even the worst sinner burn for ever, and how could our Lord to do so, who is so infinitely good, and who knows how the wickedness comes from without and within? No, I am unable to imagine that, although you say so."It was autumn; the trees dropped their leaves, the earnest and severe pastor sat at the bedside of a dying person. A pious,faithful soul closed her eyes for ever; she was the pastor's wife...."If any one shall find rest in the grave and mercy before ourLord you shall certainly do so," said the pastor. He folded herhands and read a psalm over the dead woman.She was buried; two large tears rolled over the cheeks of the earnest man, and in the parsonage it was empty and still, for itssun had set for ever. She had gone home.It was night. A cold wind swept over the pastor's head; he opened his eyes, and it seemed to him as if the moon was shininginto his room. It was not so, however; there was a being standing before his bed, and looking like the ghost of his deceased wife. She fixed her eyes upon him with such a kind and sad expression, just as if she wished to say something to him. The pastor raised himself in bed and stretched his arms towards her, saying, "Not even you can find eternal rest! You suffer, you best and most pious woman?"The dead woman nodded her head as if to say "Yes," and put her hand on her breast."And can I not obtain rest in the grave for you?""Yes," was the answer."And how?""Give me one hair- only one single hair- from the head of the sinner for whom the fire shall never be extinguished, of the sinner whom God will condemn to eternal punishment in hell.""Yes, one ought to be able to redeem you so easily, you pure, pious woman," he said."Follow me," said the dead woman. "It is thus granted to us. By my side you will be able to fly wherever your thoughts wish to go. Invisible to men, we shall penetrate into their most secret chambers; but with sure hand you must find out him who is destinedto eternal torture, and before the cock crows he must be found!" As quickly as if carried by the winged thoughts they were in the great city, and from the walls the names of the deadly sins shone in flaming letters: pride, avarice, drunkenness, wantonness- in short, thewhole seven-coloured bow of sin."Yes, therein, as I believed, as I knew it," said the pastor, "are living those who are abandoned to the eternal fire." And they were standing before the magnificently illuminated gate; the broad steps were adorned with carpets and flowers, and dance music was sounding through the festive halls. A footman dressed in silk and velvetstood with a large silver-mounted rod near the entrance."Our ball can compare favourably with the king's," he said, and turned with contempt towards the gazing crowd in the street. What he thought was sufficiently expressed in his features and movements: "Miserable beggars, who are looking in, you are nothing in comparison to me.""Pride," said the dead woman; "do you see him?""The footman?" asked the pastor. "He is but a poor fool, and not doomed to be tortured eternally by fire!""Only a fool!" It sounded through the whole house of pride: they were all fools there.Then they flew within the four naked walls of the miser. Lean as a skeleton, trembling with cold, and hunger, the old man was clinging with all his thoughts to his money. They saw him jump up feverishly from his miserable couch and take a loose stone out of the wall; there lay gold coins in an old stocking. They saw him anxiously feeling over an old ragged coat in which pieces of gold were sewn, and his clammy fingers trembled."He is ill! That is madness- a joyless madness- besieged by fear and dreadful dreams!"They quickly went away and came before the beds of the criminals; these unfortunate people slept side by side, in longrows. Like a ferocious animal, one of them rose out of his sleep and uttered a horrible cry, and gave his comrade a violent dig in the ribs with his pointed elbow, and this one turned round in his sleep:"Be quiet, monster- sleep! This happens every night!""Every night!" repeated the other. "Yes, every night he comesand tortures me! In my violence I have done this and that. I wasborn with an evil mind, which has brought me hither for the second time; but if I have done wrong I suffer punishment for it. One thing, however, I have not yet confessed. When I came out a little while ago, and passed by the yard of my former master, evil thoughts rose within me when I remembered this and that. I struck a match a little bit on the wall; probably it came a little too close to the。
《野天鹅》安徒生童话故事英文版
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今天小编在这给大家整理了一些关于《野天鹅》英文版故事，我们一起来看看吧!《野天鹅》安徒生童话故事英文版Once upon a time, there was a king. He has eleven handsome sons and one beautiful daughter. The daughter’s name was Elise.One day, he called all his children together. Children, three years ago, your mother died. We all love her very much.But the kingdom needs a queen. I met a wonderful woman.I asked her to marry me, and she said yes. She will be your new mother. Is she beautiful? Yes, she’s very beautiful. Is she smart? Yes, she’s very smart. Is she kind? Yes, she’s very kind.I’m sure she will love you all. Please help me make her happy. We will, father!The next week, the new queen came to the castle. She was very beautiful and very smart, but she was not kind at all. Husband, who are all these children? They are my sons and my daughter. Children, say hello to your new mother.Hello, pleased to meet you. I hate children. Keep them in their rooms.But, my dear, everyone loves my children. They can’t stay in their rooms all the time. Then keep them away from me. I never want to see them, especially the little girl. I hate little girls the most of all.Elise ran to her room. She was crying. She was so sad that the queen hated her. Soon her brothers came to see her. It’ s ok,Elise. Don’t cry. We love you.Why does the queen hate us so much? I don’t know. But we won’t let her hurt you. No, we won’t. John had an ideas. Tell father that you want to live in the country with aunt mina. She will take care of you. We can visit you on weekends, and you will be safe from the queen there. She scares us. We don’t like her. Thank you so much. I will do that.The next morning, Elise found the king. Father, may I ask you for a favor? I want to live with Aunt Mina in the country. Why do you want to do that? The queen doesn’t like me. If I stay, she will be angry all the time. If I go, maybe she will be happier here.I think you are right. I’m sorry to cause so much trouble for you. It’s alright, father. I like aunt mina. And my brothers will visit on weekends. I will be very happy there.That afternoon, Elise left the castle. Everyone was sad to see her go , except the queen. The queen smiled. That night, the queen called for the eleven brothers. Boys, I’m sorry. I was very mean to you when we first met. Let’s be friends. We thought you hated children.I hate children who are loud and run around. But you are polit e and quiet. I think I will like you .Let’s have a picnic tomorrow. We will go to the lake to have lunch. We can talk and become friends. Ok. We will have lunch with you tomorrow. Thank you. That was very strange. Do you trust her? No, I don’t trust her. B ut we can’t say no to the queen. Let’s be careful tomorrow.Chapter 2The next day, the queen and the brothers went to the lake. It was a beautiful day. It was sunny, and the birds were singing in the trees. The lunch was delicious. These cookies are great. Whatare they? They are special cookies my family makes. They are called swan cakes.Swan cakes? Why do you call them swan cakes? Because anyone who eats them turns into a swan. What?! Oh, no! I’m not an ordinary queen. I’m a powerful witch, and I will turn you all into wild swans. Suddenly, the boys’ arms turned into wings. Their necks grew long and thin. Their noses became black beaks. And white feathers grew all over their bodies. Now fly away. Fly far, far away! The eleven swans flew away into the sky. The queen laughed and laughed. Then she hurried back to the king. She rubbed her eyes and pretended to cry. Oh, husband, it was terrible. Your sons and I had a picnic by the lake. Then they wanted to go swimming. I told them to wait. You should not swim right after you eat. But they didn’t listen. They all jumped into the lake, and they all drowned. It was so terrible. All my sons are drowned?All my strong, handsome sons? I can’t believe it. I tried to stop them. I’m so sorry. All my sons are dead. What will I do?The king was very sad, but the queen was very happy, for all the children were gone. Five years passed, and the king became very sick. He called for his servant. When my sons died, my heart broke. Now I think I am dying. Please bring my daughter, Elise. I want to see her before I die. Yes, my king. Elise returned to the castle. Now she was a beautiful young woman. When the queen saw her , she hated her even more. She had plan to get rid of her.Elise, welcome home. Your father missed you very much. But you are dirty from the road. You must take a bath. Thank you, stepmother. But I will only wash my face and hands. I want to see father soon. Here. This is walnut juice soap. Use it to clean up. Elise took the walnut juice soap and washed.The walnut juice made her skin dry and wrinkled. It put dark stains on her face and hands. But Elise did not know it. When her father saw her, he did not recognize her. Who are you? I want to see my daughter. It’s me, father. I’m Elise. You can’t trick me.My daughter is young and beautiful. You are ugly and wrinkled. Go away! I don’t want to see you. Elise was so sad. She ran away into the forest. Soon she came to the lake. She looked in the lake and saw her face. Oh, no! Now I know why father was so angry. I don’t look like me. Elise washed off the walnut juice in the lake. Soon, she looked young again, and all the stains were gone.Chapter 3She sat by the lake and thought about what to do next. Then she heard someone singing.She walked along the lake and saw an old woman picking berries and singing. Hello, ma’am. What are you doing here? Hello, miss. I am waiting for the swans to come. Swans? What swans? Every year, a flock of eleven swans comes to his lake. They are so beautiful, and they have golden crowns on their heads. They will come here soon. Oh, there they are!Eleven swans flew down to the lake. They were as white as new snow, and they had small, golden crowns on their heads. The biggest swan saw Elise on the lake shore. Then all the swans swam over to her and bowed their heads. It looks like they know you. But I don’t know them. This is very strange. I must go home. The sun is going down. Please wait with me, something is happening to the swans.The sun disappeared behind the mountain. Suddenly, the swans became eleven handsome princes. My brothers! You are alive! Yes, Elise. The queen put an evil spell on us. In the day, weare swans. At night , we are princes again.We come to this lake every year. We hoped to find you some day. Please take me with you.Don’t leave me with the queen. Let’s build a bit net. Then we can carry Elise with us. Old woman, please find our father, the king. Tell him that his sons are alive. Tell him to keep hoping. I will try to help them break the spell. I will. Good luck, miss. The brothers built a big net to carry Elise. When the morning came, they all turned into swans again. Elise got in the net.The swans picked her up and flew away with her. They flew for many hours. Finally, they came to a cave by a different lake. The swans landed in front of the cave.。
安徒生童话英语故事
安徒生童话英语故事安徒生童话对中国现代儿童文学有深远的影响,中国儿童文学的许多特质,都与安徒生的童话有着隐形的关系。
下面是小编搜集的安徒生童话英语故事供大家阅读。
The Darning-Needle 织补针Once upon a time there was a darning needle who imagined she was so fine that she really was a sewing needle."Be careful and hold me tightly!" she warned the fingers that picked her up. "Don't drop me! If I fall on the floor you may never find me again; that's how fine I am!""That's what you think!" replied the fingers, and squeezed her around the waist."Look, here I come with my train!" said the darning needle, and she drew a long thread behind her, but there was no knot in the thread.The fingers aimed the needle straight at the cook's slipper, where the upper leather had burst and had to be sewed together."My! What vulgar work!" sniffed the darning needle. "I'll never get through! Look out! I'm breaking! I'm breaking in two." And just then she did break. "I told you so," she said. "I'm much too delicate!""Well, she's no good now," thought the fingers, but they had to hold on to her all the same. For the cook dropped a little sealing wax on the end of the needle to make a head, and then she pinned her kerchief together with it in front."Look! Now I'm a breastpin," said the needle. "I knew perfectly well I'd be honored. If you are something you always amount to something."Then she laughed, but it was inwardly, because no one canever really see a darning needle laugh. There she sat on the cook's bosom, proud as if she were in a state coach, and looked all around her."May I be permitted to inquire if you're made of gold?" she very politely asked a little pin near her. "You look pretty, and you have a head of your own, but it's rather small. You must be careful to grow bigger. Not everyone can have sealing wax on one end like me!"Then the darning needle drew herself up so proudly that she fell right out of the kerchief into the sink, at the very moment the cook was rinsing it out."Looks now as if we are off on a journey," she said to herself. "Let's hope I don't get lost." But she really was lost down the drain."I'm too fine for this world," she observed calmly as she lay in the gutter outside. "But I know who I am, and that's always a satisfaction." So the darning needle was still proud, and she never lost her good humor. She watched the many strange things floating above her-chips and straws and pieces of old newspapers."Look at them sail!" she said to herself. "They don't know what's down below them! Here I sit! I can sting! Look at that stick go, thinking of nothing in the world but himself-a stick! And that's exactly what he is! And there's a straw floating by; look at him twist and look how he turns! You'd better not think so much about yourself up there! You'll run into the curb! There goes a newspaper. Everybody has forgotten what was written on it, but still it spreads itself out, while I sit quietly down here below. I know who I am, and I shall never forget it!"One day the darning needle saw something beside her that glittered splendidly in the sunbeams. It was only a bit of brokenbottle, but because the darning needle was quite sure it was something valuable like a diamond she spoke to it, introducing herself as a breastpin."I suppose you're a diamond?" she asked."Yes, something like that," was the reply.Then, since each thought the other was very important, they began talking about the world, and how conceited everyone was."I used to live in a lady's case," said the darning needle. "And this lady was a cook. On each hand she had five fingers, and you never saw anything so conceited as those five fingers! And yet they were only there so that they could hold me, take me out of my case, and put me back into it.""Did they shine?" asked the bit of bottle glass."Shine? Not at all," said the darning needle. "They were arrogant. There were five brothers, all belonging to the Finger family, and they kept close together, although they were all of different lengths. The one on the outside, Thumbling, who walked out in front of the others, was short and fat and had only one joint in his back, so he could only make a single bow. But he insisted that if he were cut off a person's hand, that person could not be a soldier. Lickpot, the second one, pushed himself into sweet and sour, and pointed at the sun and the moon, and it was he who pressed on the pen when they wrote. Longman, the third, looked over the heads of the others. Guldbrand was the fourth-he always wore a golden belt around his waist. And little Peter Playfellow didn't do anything at all, and was very proud of it. They did nothing but brag all the time; that's why I went down the sink.""And now we just sit here and glitter," said the bit of broken bottle. But just then a flood of water came rushing down thegutter so that it overflowed and swept the bottle glass away."See now! He's been promoted," remarked the darning needle, "but I'm still here. I'm too fine for that sort of thing. But that's my pride, and that is very commendable!" So she sat up straight, lost in many big thoughts. "I almost think I was born a sunbeam, I'm so fine; besides, the sunbeams always seem to be trying to get to me, under the water. I'm so fine that even my mother can't find me. If I had my old eye, the one that broke off, I think I might cry about that. But no! I think I wouldn't cry anyway; it's not at all refined to cry."One day some street boys were grubbing in the gutter, looking for coins and things of that sort. It was filthy work, but they were having a wonderful time."Ouch!" one cried as he pricked himself on the darning needle. "You're a pretty sharp fellow!""I'm not a fellow; I'm a young lady," replied the darning needle. But of course they couldn't hear her.Her sealing wax had come off, and she had turned black; but black always makes you look more slender, and she was sure she was even finer than before."Look!" cried the boys. "Here comes an eggshell sailing along," And they stuck the darning needle fast into the shell."White walls, and I am black myself!" cried the darning needle. "That's very becoming! People can really see me now! I only hope I'm not seasick; that would surely break me!" But she wasn't seasick, and she did not break. "It's a very good protection against seasickness to have a steel stomach and to remember that one is a little finer than ordinary human beings. Oh, yes! I'm all right. The finer you are, the more you can bear.""Crack!" went the eggshell at that moment, for a heavilyloaded wagon ran over it."Goodness, I'm being crushed!" cried the darning needle. "I'm going to get really seasick now! I'm breaking! I'm breaking!" But she didn't break, though the wagon went over her; she lay at full length along the cobblestones, and there we'll leave her.The Angel 安琪儿WHENEVER a good child dies, an angel of God comes down from heaven, takes the dead child in his arms, spreads out his great white wings, and flies with him over all the places which the child had loved during his life. Then he gathers a large handful of flowers, which he carries up to the Almighty, that they may bloom more brightly in heaven than they do on earth. And the Almighty presses the flowers to His heart, but He kisses the flower that pleases Him best, and it receives a voice, and is able to join the song of the chorus of bliss."These words were spoken by an angel of God, as he carried a dead child up to heaven, and the child listened as if in a dream. Then they passed over well-known spots, where the little one had often played, and through beautiful gardens full of lovely flowers."Which of these shall we take with us to heaven to be transplanted there?" asked the angel.Close by grew a slender, beautiful, rose-bush, but some wicked hand had broken the stem, and the half-opened rosebuds hung faded and withered on the trailing branches."Poor rose-bush!" said the child, "let us take it with us to heaven, that it may bloom above in God's garden."The angel took up the rose-bush; then he kissed the child, and the little one half opened his eyes. The angel gathered also some beautiful flowers, as well as a few humble buttercups and heart's-ease."Now we have flowers enough," said the child; but the angel only nodded, he did not fly upward to heaven.It was night, and quite still in the great town. Here they remained, and the angel hovered over a small, narrow street, in which lay a large heap of straw, ashes, and sweepings from the houses of people who had removed. There lay fragments of plates, pieces of plaster, rags, old hats, and other rubbish not pleasant to see. Amidst all this confusion, the angel pointed to the pieces of a broken flower-pot, and to a lump of earth which had fallen out of it. The earth had been kept from falling to pieces by the roots of a withered field-flower, which had been thrown amongst the rubbish."We will take this with us," said the angel, "I will tell you why as we fly along."And as they flew the angel related the history."Down in that narrow lane, in a low cellar, lived a poor sick boy; he had been afflicted from his childhood, and even in his best days he could just manage to walk up and down the room on crutches once or twice, but no more. During some days in summer, the sunbeams would lie on the floor of the cellar for about half an hour. In this spot the poor sick boy would sit warming himself in the sunshine, and watching the red blood through his delicate fingers as he held them before his face. Then he would say he had been out, yet he knew nothing of the green forest in its spring verdure, till a neighbor's son brought him a green bough from a beech-tree. This he would place over his head, and fancy that he was in the beech-wood while the sun shone, and the birds carolled gayly. One spring day the neighbor's boy brought him some field-flowers, and among them was one to which the root still adhered. This he carefullyplanted in a flower-pot, and placed in a window-seat near his bed. And the flower had been planted by a fortunate hand, for it grew, put forth fresh shoots, and blossomed every year. It became a splendid flower-garden to the sick boy, and his little treasure upon earth. He watered it, and cherished it, and took care it should have the benefit of every sunbeam that found its way into the cellar, from the earliest morning ray to the evening sunset. The flower entwined itself even in his dreams- for him it bloomed, for him spread its perfume. And it gladdened his eyes, and to the flower he turned, even in death, when the Lord called him. He has been one year with God. During that time the flower has stood in the window, withered and forgotten, till at length cast out among the sweepings into the street, on the day of the lodgers' removal. And this poor flower, withered and faded as it is, we have added to our nosegay, because it gave more real joy than the most beautiful flower in the garden of a queen.""But how do you know all this?" asked the child whom the angel was carrying to heaven."I know it," said the angel, "because I myself was the poor sick boy who walked upon crutches, and I know my own flower well."Then the child opened his eyes and looked into the glorious happy face of the angel, and at the same moment they found themselves in that heavenly home where all is happiness and joy. And God pressed the dead child to His heart, and wings were given him so that he could fly with the angel, hand in hand. Then the Almighty pressed all the flowers to His heart; but He kissed the withered field-flower, and it received a voice. Then it joined in the song of the angels, who surrounded the throne, some near, and others in a distant circle, but all equally happy. They all joinedin the chorus of praise, both great and small,- the good, happy child, and the poor field-flower, that once lay withered and cast away on a heap of rubbish in a narrow, dark street.。
安徒生童话故事之《小红帽和大灰狼》英文版
安徒生童话故事之《小红帽和大灰狼》英文版《小红帽和大灰狼》这个故事告诉我们不要轻易地去相信别人，或许一时间傻傻的去相信一个认识不久的人最后会受到伤害，正所谓“害人不可有,防人之心不可无”。
今天小编在这给大家整理了一些关于《小红帽和大灰狼》故事英文版，我们一起来看看吧!《小红帽和大灰狼》故事英文版Once upon a time, there was a little girl who lived with her parents in a cottage on the edge of the forest. Her father was a woodcutter. He worked all day long in the forest, chopping down trees with his huge axe.Right in the middle of the forest was another cottage. It belonged to the little girl's grandmother.The kind old lady loved her granddaughter very much, and one day decided to make her a present. It was a red cloak with a red hood to match.The cloak looked so nice that the little girl wore it all the time. And that is why everybody called her Red Riding Hood.One day Grandmother fell ill, so Red Riding Hood's mother baked her a cake and made her some fresh butter, just to make her feel better."Red Riding Hood," called her mother. "Take this cake and butter to Grandmother's cottage, a visit from you will cheer her up!"So Red Riding Hood picked up the basket, waved goodbye to her mother and went off down the path.She hadn't gone very far when she met a wolf. He trotted up, pretending to be friendly. "Good morning, Red Riding Hood. What have you got in your basket today?""I have some fresh butter and a cake," replied the little girl."They are for my grandmother, who lives in the middle of the forest. She is ill and needs cheering up."The wolf licked his lips. "How I would love to gobble up this little girl. But is I am clever, I can eat her grandmother as well," he sniggered."Red Riding Hood," said the wolf slyly. "We will both go to visit your grandmother and cheer her up. I'll race you there!"Then the clever wolf said to Red Riding Hood, "You follow this path and I will find another one. Then we'll see who reaches Grandmother's cottage first."No sooner was Red Riding Hood out of sight, than the wolf ran off at top speed.As for Red Riding Hood, she wandered slowly along the path picking flowers and wild strawberries for her grandmother. She had forgotten all about the race.The wicked wolf knew every secret path and short cut in the forest. He ran so fast, the animals and birds didn't even notice him.Quietly he crept round a clearing in the trees where the woodcutter was chopping wood. On and on he raced until he came to the middle of the forest.The wolf reached Grandmother's cottage in next to no time. He ran up the path and knocked on the door."Who is that?" cried Grandmother from her bed."It is Red Riding Hood," replied the wolf, in his softest voice."Lift the latch and come right in," the old lady called, "the door isn't locked, my dear."The wolf bounded in and gobbled poor Grandmother whole!"That was delicious," sighed the wicked wolf, smacking his lips. "Now for Red Riding Hood!"The wolf looked around the bedroom. He found one of Grandmother's spare nightdresses and her nightcap, so he put them on as fast as he could.Then the wolf jumped into bed and waited for Red Riding Hood.At last the little girl reached the cottage door and tapped very gently. "Who it it?" asked the wolf, trying to sound like Grandmother."It's Red Riding Hood and I've bought you some cake and fresh butter."The wolf grinned. "Lift the latch and walk right in," he croaked. So Red Riding Hood opened the door and came inside."You sound very strange," called Red Riding Hood."I have a cold my dear!" the wolf replied. "Come here so that I can see you."Little Red Riding Hood was shocked when she saw her grandmother. "Why Grandmother, what strong arms you have!" she said."All the better to hug you with!" replied the wolf."Why Grandmother, what big eyes you have!" said Red Riding Hood staring at him."All the better to see you with!" the wolf grinned."Why Grandmother, what big teeth you have!""All the better to EAT you with!" snarled the wolf.And with that, he threw back the bedclothes and leapt out of bed. Poor Red Riding Hood screamed at the top of her voice as the wolf tried to grab her and gobble her up. She escaped from the bedroom and dashed out of the house, the hungry wolf close behind!Now Red Riding Hood's father was chopping wood nearbyand he heard the little girl's screams.He grabbed his huge axe and ran towards the cottage. He saw the wolf chasing Red Riding Hood and guessed what had happened. The brave woodcutter raised his axe and chopped the wolf in two with one blow. The wolf fell dead and Red Riding Hood was saved.The frightened little girl ran to her father and kissed and hugged him.But what a surprise they got when they turned round ... there stood Grandmother safe and sound! Because the woodcutter had chopped the wolf in two, Grandmother was able to climb out quite unharmed.So all three went back inside the cottage. They unpacked the basket Red Riding Hood had brought and ate the delicious cake.Little Red Riding Hood never again went walking in Th. forest alone, and Grandmother took great care to lock her cottage door.。
安徒生童话英文阅读
安徒生童话英文阅读安徒生童话英文阅读安徒生的童话一般大家都是看中文版的.，英文版的大家有没有看过呢?安徒生童话英文版之(THE TINDER-BOX)TIRE came a soldier marching along the high road---- one , two ! one , two ! He had his knapsack on his back and a sabre by his side, for he had been in the wars , and now he wanted to go home . And on the way he met with an old witch: she was very hideous, and her under lip hung down upon her breast . She said , “ Good evening, soldier. What a fine sword yo u have, and what a big knapsack ! You're a proper soldier! Now you shall have as much money as you like to have .”“I thank you , you old witch ! ”said the soldier .“ Do you see that great tree?” quoth the witch ; and she pointed to a tree which stood bes ide them . “It' s quite hollow in side . You must climb to the top , and then you'll see a hole , through which you can let yourself down and get deep into the tree . I' ll tie a rope round your body, so that I can pull you up again when you call me.”“ What am I to do down in the tree?” asked the soldier.“Get money , ” replied the witch . “ Listen to me . When you come down to the earth under the tree, you will find yourself in a great hall: it is quite light, for many hundred lamps are burning there . Then you will see three doors; these you can open, for the keys are in the locks. If you go into the first chamber, you'll see a great chest in the middle of the floor; on this chest sits a dog, and he's got a pair of eyes as big as two tea-cups. But you need not care for that . I'll give you my blue ---- checked apron,and you can spread it out upon the floor; then go up quickly and take the dog, and set him on my apron; then open the chest, and take as many farthings as you like. They are of copper: if you prefer silver, you must go into the second chamber. But there sits a dog with a pair of eyes as big as mill-wheels . But do not you care for that . Set him upon my apron , and take some of the money . And if you want gold , you can have that too ---- in fact , as much as you can carry ---- if you go into the third chamber. But the dog that sits on the money-chest there has two eyes as big as the round tower of Copenhagen. He is a fierce dog, you may be sure ; but you needn't be afraid , for all that . Only set him on my apron, and he won't hurt you; and take out of the chest as much gold as you like . ”“That's not so bad,” said the soldier. “But what am I to give you, you old witch? for you will not do it for nothing, I fancy . ”“No,” replied the witch, “n ot a single farthing will I have . You shall only bring me an old tinder-box which my grandmother forgot when she was down there last . ”“Then tie the rope round my body,” cried the soldier.“Here it is,” said the witch, “and here's my bluechecked apron . ”Then the soldier climbed up into the tree, let himself slip down into the hole, and stood, as the witch had said, in the great hall where the many hundred lamps were burning.Now he opened the first door. Ugh! There sat the dog with eyes as big as tea-c ups, staring at him. “You' re a nice fellow!” exclaimed the soldier; and he set him on the witch' s apron, and took as many copper farthings as his pockets would hold, and then locked the chest, set the dog on it again, and went into the second chamber. Aha! There sat the dog with eyes as big as mill-wheels .“You should not stare so hard at me , ” said the soldier; “you might strain your eyes.” And he set the dog up on the witch' s apron . When he saw the silver money in the chest, he threw away all the copper money he had, and filled his pockets and his knapsack with silver only . Then he went into the third chamber. Oh, but that was horrid ! The dog there really had eyes as big as the round tower and they turned round and round in his head like wheels .“Good evening!” said the soldier; and he touched his cap , for he had never seen such a dog as that before . When he had looked at him a little more closely, he thought, “That will do,” and lifted him down to the floor, and opened the chest . Mercy ! What a quantity of gold was there ! He could buy with it the whole of Copenhagen , and the sugar pigs of the cake-woman , and all the tin soldiers , whips , and rocking-horses in the whole world . Yes , that was a quantity of money ! Now the soldier threw away all the silver coin with which he had filled his pockets and his knapsack, and took gold instead : yes , all his pockets , his knapsack, his boots, and his cap were filled , so that he could scarcely walk . Now indeed he had plenty of money. He put the dog, on the chest , shut the door , and then called up through the tree , “Now pull me up , you old witch . ”“Have you the tinder-box?” asked the witch .“Plague on it ! ” exclaimed the soldier, “I had clean forgotten that . ” And he went and brought it .The witch drew him up, and he stood on the high road again , with pockets , boots , knapsack , and cap full of gold .“What are you going to do with the tinder-box?” asked the soldier.“That's nothing to you , ” retorted the witch . “You've had your money ---- just give me the tinder-box . ”“Nonsense!” said the soldier. “Tell me directly what you're going to do with it , or I'll draw my sword and cut off your head .”“No ! ” cried the witch .So the soldier cut off her head . There she lay ! But he tied up all his money in her apron, took it on his back like a bundle, put the tinder-box in his pocket, and went straight off towards the town.That was a splendid town ! He put up at the very best inn, asked for the finest rooms, and ordered his favourite dishes, for now he was rich, having got so much money. The servant who had to clean his boots certainly thought them a remarkably old pair for such a rich gentleman; but he had not bought any new ones yet . The next day he procured proper boots and handsome clothes . Now our soldier had become a fine gentleman; and the people told him of all the splendid things which were in their city, and about the king, and what a pretty princess the king's daughter was.“Where can one get to see her?” asked the soldier.“She is not to be seen at all , ” said they all together; “ she lives in a great copper castle, with a great many walls and towers round about it; no one but the king may go in and out there , for it has been proph esied that she shall marry a common soldier, and the king can' t bear that . ”“I should like to see her,” thought the soldier; but he could not get leave to do so. Now he lived merrily, went to the theatre, drove in the king's garden, and gave much money to the poor; and this was very kind of him, for he knew from old times how hard it is when one has not a shilling. Now he was rich, had fineclothes, and gained many friends , who all said he was a rare one , a true cavalier; and that pleased the soldier welt . But as he spent money every day and never earned any, he had at last only two shillings left ; and he was obliged to turn out of the fine moms in which he had dwelt, and had to live in a little garret under the roof, and clean his boots for himself, and mend them with a darning-needle . None of his friends came to see him, for there were too many stairs to climb.It was quite dark one evening, and he could not even buy himself a candle , when it occurred to him that there was a candle-end in the tinder-box which he hadtaken out of the hollow tree into which the witch had helped him .He brought out the tinder-box and the candle-end; but as soon as he struck fire and the sparks rose up from the flint, the door flew open, and the dog who had eyes as big as a couple of tea-cups, and whom he had seen in the tree, stood before him, and said:“What are my lord's commands?”“What is this?” said the soldier. “That's a famous tinder-box, if I can get everything with it that I want! Bring me some money , ” said he to the dog ; and whisk ! the dog was gone, and whisk! he was back again, with a great bag full of shillings in his mouth.Now the soldier knew what a capital tinder-box this was . If he struck it once , the dog came who sat upon the chest of copper money; if he struck it twice, the dog came who had the silver; and if he struck it three times, then appeared the dog who had the gold . Now the soldier moved back into the fine rooms, and appeared again in handsome clothes; and all his friends knew him again, and cared very much for him indeed .Once he thou ght to himself, “It is a very strange thing thatone cannot get to see the princess . They all say she is very beautiful; but what is the use of that, if she has always to sit in the great copper castle with the many towers? Can I not get to see her at all? Where is my tinder-box?” And so he struck a light , and whisk ! came the dog with eyes as big as tea-cups.“It is midnight, certainly,” said the soldier, “but I should very much like to see the princess, only for one little moment . ”The dog was outside the door directly, and, before the soldier thought it, came back with the princess. She sat upon the dog's back and slept; and every one could see she was a real princess , for she was so lovely . The soldier could not refrain from kissing her, for he was a thorough soldier.Then the dog ran back again with the princess . But when morning came, and the King and Queen were drinking tea, the princess said she had had a strange dream the night before, about a dog and a soldier ---- that she had ridden upon the dog, and the soldier had kissed her.“That would be a fine history!” said the Queen.So one of the old court ladies had to watch the next night by the princess's bed, to see if this was really a dream, or what it might be.The soldier had a great longing to see the lovely princess again; so the dog came in the night, took her away, and ran as fast as he could. But the old lady put on waterboots, and ran just as fast after him. When she saw that they both entered a great house , she thought ; “Now I know where it is;” and with a bit of chalk she drew a great cross on the door. Then she went home and lay down, and the dog came up with the princess; but when he saw that there was a cross drawn on the door where the soldier lived, he took a piece of chalk too, and drew crosses onall the doors in the town . And that was cleverly done , for now the lady could not find the right door, because all the doors had crosses upon them.In the morning early came the King and the Queen, the old court lady and all the officers , to see where it was the princess had been. “Here it is !” said the King, when he saw the first door with a cross upon it. “No, my dear husband, it is there !” said the Queen , who descried another door which also showed a cross . “But there is one ,and there is one !” said all , for wherever they looked there were crosses on the doors . So they saw that it would avail them nothing if they searched on .But the Queen was an exceedingly clever woman , who could do more than ride in a coach. She took her great gold scissors , cut a piece of silk into pieces , and made a neat little bag; this bag she filled with fine wheat flour, and tied it on the princess's back; and when that was done, she cut a little hole in the bag, so that the flour would be scattered along all the way which the princess should take.In the night the dog came again, took the princess on his back , and ran with her to the soldier, who loved her very much, and would gladly have been a prince, so that he might have her for his wife. The dog did not notice at all how the flour ran out in a stream from the castle to the windows of the soldier's house, where he ran up the wall with the princess . In the morning the King and the Queen saw well enough where their daughter had been, and they took the soldier and put him in prison .There he sat. Oh, but it was dark and disagreeable there! And they said to him. “Tomorrow you shall be hanged . ” That was not amusing to hear, and he had left his tinder-box at the inn. In the morning he could see, through the iron grating of the littlewindow, how the people were hurrying out of the town to see him hanged . He heard the drums beat and saw the soldiers marching. All the people were running out , and among them was a shoemaker's boy with leather apron and slippers, and he galloped so fast that one of his slippers flew off, and came right against the wall where the soldier sat looking through the iron grating.“Halloo , you shoemaker' s boy ! You needn't be in such a hurry,” cried the soldier to him: “it will not begin till I come. But if you will run to where I lived, and bring me my tinder-box, you shall have four shillings; but you must put your best leg foremost . ”The shoemaker' s boy wanted to get the four shillings , so he went and brought the tinder-box , and ---- well , we shall hear now what happened .Outside the town a great gallows had been built , and round it stood the soldiers and many hundred thousand people. The King and Queen sat on a splendid throne, opposite to the judges and the whole council. The soldier already stood upon the ladder; but as they were about to put the rope round his neck , he said that before a poor criminal suffered his punishment an innocent request was always granted to him. He wanted very much to smoke a pipe of tobacco, and it would be the last pipe he should smoke in the world. The King would not say “No” to this ; so the soldier took his tinder-box , and struck fire . One ---- two ---- three ! ---- and there suddenly stood all the dogs ---- the one with eyes as big as tea-cups, the one with eyes as large as mill-wheels, and the one whose eyes were as big as the round tower .“Help me now, so that I may not be hanged,” said the soldier.And the dogs fell upon the judge and all the council, seized one by the leg and another by the nose, and tossed them all many feet into the air, so that they fell“I won't!” cried the King; but the biggest dog took him and the Queen , and threw them after the others . Then the soldiers were afraid , and the people cried, “L ittle soldier, you shall be our king, and marry the beautiful princess ! ”So they put the soldier into the king's coach, and all the three dogs danced in front and cried “Hurrah!” and the boys whistled through their fingers, and the soldiers presented aims. The princess came out of the copper castle, and became queen, and she liked that well enough. The wedding lasted a whole week, and the three dogs sat at the table too, and opened their eyes wider than ever at all they saw .。
安徒生童话英文版：TheWildSwans野天鹅
安徒生童话英文版：TheWildSwans野天鹅It was broad daylight, and close by where she had been sleeping lay a nettle like the one she had seen in her dream. She fell on her knees and offered her thanks to God. Then she went forth from the cave to begin her work with her delicate hands. She groped in amongst the ugly nettles, which burnt great blisters on her hands and arms, but she determined to bear it gladly if she could only release her dear brothers. So she bruised the nettles with her bare feet and spun the flax. At sunset her brothers returned and were very much frightened when they found her dumb. They believed it to be some new sorcery of their wicked step-mother. But when they saw her hands they understood what she was doing on their behalf, and the youngest brother wept, and where his tears fell the pain ceased, and the burning blisters vanished. She kept to her work all night, for she could not rest till she had released her dear brothers. During the whole of the following day, while her brothers were absent, she sat in solitude, but never before had the time flown so quickly. One coat was already finished and she had begun the second, when she heard the huntsman’s horn, and was struck with fear. The sound came nearer and nearer, she heard the dogs barking, and fled with terror into the cave. She hastily bound together the nettles she had gathered into a bundle and sat upon them. Immediately a great dog came bounding towards her out of the ravine, and then another and another; they barked loudly, ran back, and then came again. In a very few minutes all the huntsmen stood before the cave, and the handsomest of them was the king of the country. He advanced towards her, for he had never seen a more beautiful maiden.“How did you come here, my sweet child?” he asked. But Eliza shook her head. She dared not speak, at the cost of her brothers’ lives. And she hid her hands under her apron, so that the king might not see how she must be suffering.“Come with me,” he said; “here you cannot remain. If you are as good as you are beautiful, I will dress you in silk and velvet, I will place a golden crown upon your head, and you shall dwell, and rule, and make your home in my richest castle.” And then he lifted her on his horse. She wept and wrung her hands, but the king said, “I wish only for your happiness. A time will come when you will thank me for this.” And then he galloped away over the mountains, holding her before him on this horse, and the hunters followed behind them. As the sun went down, they approached a fair royal city, with churches, and cupolas. On arriving at the castle the king led her into marble halls, where large fountains played, and where the walls and the ceilings were covered with rich paintings. But she had no eyes for all these glorious sights, she could only mourn and weep. Patiently she allowed the women to array her in royal robes, to weave pearls in her hair, and draw soft gloves over her blistered fingers. As she stood before them in all her rich dress, she looked so dazzingly beautiful that the court bowed low in her presence. Then the king declared his intention of making her his bride, but the archbishop shook his head, and whispered that the fair young maiden was only a wit ch who had blinded the king’s eyes and bewitched his heart. But the king would not listen to this; he ordered the music to sound, the daintiest dishes to be served, and the loveliest maidens to dance. After-wards he led her through fragrant gardens and lofty halls, but not a smile appeared on her lips or sparkled in her eyes. She looked the very picture of grief. Thenthe king opened the door of a little chamber in which she. was to sleep; it was adorned with rich green tapestry, and resembled the cave in which he had found her. On the floor lay the bundle of flax which she had spun from the nettles, and under the ceiling hung the coat she had made. These things had been brought away from the cave as curiosities by one of the huntsmen.“Here you can dream yo urself back again in the old home in the cave,” said the king; “here is the work with which you employed yourself. It will amuse you now in the midst of all this splendor to think of that time.”When Eliza saw all these things which lay so near her heart, a smile played around her mouth, and the crimson blood rushed to her cheeks. She thought of her brothers, and their release made her so joyful that she kissed the king’s hand. Then he pressed her to his heart. Very soon the joyous church bells announced the marriage feast, and that the beautiful dumb girl out of the wood was to be made the queen of the country. Then the archbishop whispered wicked words in the king’s ear, but they did not sink into his heart. The marriage was still to take place, and the archbishop himself had to place the crown on the bride’s head; in his wicked spite, he pressed the narrow circlet so tightly on her forehead that it caused her pain. But a heavier weight encircled her heart—sorrow for her brothers. She felt not bodily pain. Her mouth was closed; a single word would cost the lives of her brothers. But she loved the kind, handsome king, who did everything to make her happy more and more each day; she loved him with all her heart, and her eyes beamed with the love she dared not speak. Oh! if she had only been able to confide in him and tell him of her grief. But dumb she must remain till her task was finished. Therefore at night she crept away into her littlechamber, which had been decked out to look like the cave, and quickly wove one coat after another. But when she began the seventh she found she had no more flax. She knew that the nettles she wanted to use grew in the churchyard, and that she must pluck them herself. How should she get out there? “Oh, what is the pain in my fingers to the torment which my heart endures?” said she. “I must venture, I shall not be denied help from heaven.” Then with a trembling heart, as if she were about to perform a wicked deed, she crept into the garden in the broad moonlight, and passed through the narrow walks and the deserted streets, till she reached the churchyard. Then she saw on one of the broad tombstones a group of ghouls. These hideous creatures took off their rags, as if they intended to bathe, and then clawing open the fresh graves with their long, skinny fingers, pulled out the dead bodies and ate the flesh! Eliza had to pass close by them, and they fixed their wicked glances upon her, but she prayed silently, gathered the burning nettles, and carried them home with her to the castle. One person only had seen her, and that was the archbishop—he was awake while everybody was asleep. Now he thought his opinion was evidently correct. All was not right with the queen. She was a witch, and had bewitched the king and all the people. Secretly he told the king what he had seen and what he feared, and as the hard words came from his tongue, the carved images of the saints shook their heads as if they would say. “It is not so. Eliza is innocent.”。
安徒生童话英文版-THE PRINCE AND PRINCESS
THE PRINCE AND PRINCESSGERDA was compelled to rest again; then there came hopping across the snow, just opposite the spot where she was sitting, a great Crow. This Crow had long been sitting looking at her, nodding its head----now it said,“Krah!krah! Good day! good day!”It could not pronounce better, but it felt friendly towards the little girl, and asked where she was going all alone in the wide world. The word“alone”Gerda understood very well, and felt how much it expressed; and she told the Crow the whole story of her life and fortunes, and asked if it had not seen Kay.And the Crow nodded very gravely, and said,“That maybe! that may be!”“What, do you think so?”cried the little girl, and nearly pressed the Crow to death, she kissed it so.“Gently, gently!”said the Crow.“I think I know: I believe it maybe little Kay, but he has certainly forgotten you, with the Princess.”“Does he live with a Princess?”asked Gerda.“Yes; listen,”said the Crow.“But it's so difficult for me to speak your language. If you know the Crows' Language, I can tell it much better.”“No, I never learned it,”said Gerda;“but my grand mother understood it, and could speak the language too. I only wish I had learned it.”“That doesn't matter,”said the Crow.“I shall tell you as well as I can.”And then the Crow told what it knew.“In the country in which we now are, lives a Princess who is quite wonderfully clever, but then she has read all the newspapers in the world, and has forgotten them again, she is so clever. Lately she was sitting on the throne----and that's not so pleasant as is generally supposed----and she began to sing a song, and it was just this, ‘Why should I not marry now?’You see, there was something in that,”said the Crow.“An d so she wanted to marly, but she wished for a husband who could answer when he was spoken to, not one who only stood and looked handsome, for that is so tiresome. And so she had all her maids of honour summoned, and when they heard her intention they were very glad.‘I like that,’said they;‘I thought the very same thing the other day.’You may be sure that every word I am telling you is true,”added the Crow.“I have a tame sweetheart who goes about freely in the castle, and she told me everything.”Of course the sweetheart was a crow, for one crow always finds out another, and birds of a feather flock together.“Newspapers were published directly, with a border of hearts and the Princess's initials. One could read in them that every young man who was good-looking might come to the castle and speak with the Princess, and him who spoke so that one could hear he was at home there, and who spoke best, the Princess would choose for her husband. Yes, yes,”said the Cr ow,“you may believe me. It's as true as I sit here. Young men came flocking in; there was a great crowding and much running to and fro, but no one succeeded the first or second day. They could all speak well when they were out in the streets, but when they entered at the palace gates, and saw the guards standing in their silver lace, and went up the staircase, and saw the lackeys in their golden liveries, and the great lighted halls, they became confused. And when they stood before the throne itself, on which the Princess sat, they could do nothing but repeat the last word she had spoken, and she did not care to hear her own words again. It was just as if the people in there had taken some narcotic and fallen asleep, till they got into the street again, for not till then were they able to speak. There stood a whole row of them, from the town gate to the palace gate. I went in myself to see it,”said the Crow.“They were hungry and thirsty, bu t in the palace they did not receive so much as a glass of lukewarm water. A few of the wisest had brought bread and butter with them, but they would not share with their neighbours, for they thought,‘Let him look hungry, and the Princess won't have him.’”“But Kay, little Kay?”asked Gerda.“When did he come? Was he among the crowd?”“Wait, wait! We're just coming to him. It was on the third day that there came a little personage, without horse or carriage, walking quite merrily up to the castle;his eyes sparkled like yours, he had fine long hair, but his clothes were shabby.”“That was Kay!”cried Gerda, rejoicingly. “Oh, then I have found him!”And she clapped her hands.“He had a little knapsack on his back,”observed the Crow.“No, that must certainly have been his sledge,”said Gerda,“for he went away with a sledge.”“That may well be,”said the Crow,“for I did not look to it very closely. But this much I know from my tame sweetheart, that when he passed under the palace gate andsaw the Life Guards in silver, and mounted the stair case and saw the lackeys in gold, he was not in the least embarrassed. He nodded, and said to them, ‘It must be tedious work standing on the stairs----I'd rather go in’The halls shone full of lights; privy councillors and Excellencies walked about with bare feet, and carried golden vessels; any one might have become solemn; and his boots creaked most noisily, but he was not embarrassed.”“That is certainly Kay!”cried Gerda. “He had new boots on; I've heard them creak in grandmother's room.”“Yes, certainly they creaked,”resumed the Cro w.“And he went boldly in to the Princess herself, who sat on a pearl that was as big as a spinning-wheel; and all the maids of honour with their attendants, and the attendants' attendants, and all the cavaliers with their followers, and the followers of their followers, who themselves kept a page apiece, were standing round; and the nearer they stood to the door, the prouder they looked. 'The followers' followers' pages, who always went in slippers, could hardly be looked at, so proudly did they stand in the doorway!”“That must be terrible!” faltered little Gerda. “And yet Kay won he Princess?”“If I had not been a crow, I would have married her myself, notwithstanding that I am engaged. They say he spoke as well as I can when I speak the crows' language; I heard that from my tame sweet-heart. He was merry and agreeable; he had not come to woo, but only to hear the wisdom of the Princess; and he approved of her, and she of him.”“Yes, certainly that was Kay!”said Gerda.“He was so clever, he could do mental arithmetic cup to fractions.Oh! won't you lead me to the castle too?”“That's easily said,”replied the Crow.“But how are we to manage it? I'll talk it over with my tame sweet heart; she can probably advise us; for this I must tell you----a little girl like yourself will never get leave to go quite in.”“Yes, I shall get leave,”said Gerda.“When Kay hears that I'm there he'll come out directly, and bring me in.”“Wait for me yonder a t the stile,”said the Crow; and it wagged its headand flew away. It was already late in the evening when the Crow came back.“Rare! Rare!”it said.“I'm to greet you kindly from my sweetheart, and here's a little loaf for You. She took it from the kitchen. There's plenty of bread there, and youmust be hungry. You can't possibly get into the palace, for you are barefoot, and the guards in silver and the lackeys in gold would not allow it. But don't cry; you shall go up. My sweetheart knows a little back staircase that leads up to the bedroom, and she knows where she can get the key.”And they went into the garden, into the great avenue,where one leaf was falling down after another; and when the lights were extinguished in the palace one after the other, the Crow led Gerda to a backdoor, which stood ajar.Oh, how Gerda's heart beat with fear and longing! It was just as if she had been going to do something wicked;and yet she only wanted to know if it was little Kay. Yes,it must be he. She thought so deeply of his clear eyes and his long hair, she could fancy she saw how he smiled as he had smiled at home when they sat among the roses. He would certainly be glad to see her; to hear what a long distance she had come for his sake; to know how sorry they had all been at home when he did not come back. Oh, what a fear and what a joy that was!Now they were on the staircase. A little lamp was burning upon a cupboard, and in the middle of the floor stood the tame Crow turning her head on every side and looking at Gerda, who curtsied as her grandmother had taught her to do.“My betrothed has spoken to me very favourably of you, my little lady,”said the tame Crow.“Your history,as it may be called, is very moving. Will you take the lamp? then I will precede you. We will go the straight way, for we shall meet nobod y.”“I feel as if some one were coming after us,”said Gerda, as something rushed by her: it seemed like shadows on the wall; horses with flying manes and thin legs, hunters, and ladies and gentlemen on horseback.“These are only dreams,”said the Crow; “they are coming to carry the high masters thoughts out hunting. That's all the better, for you may look at them the more closely, in bed. But I hope,whenyou come to honour and dignity, you will show a grateful heart.”“Of that we maybe sure!”observed the Crow from the wood.Now they came into the first hall: it was hung with rose-coloured satin, and artificial flowers were worked on the walls; and here the dreams already came flitting by them, but they moved so quickly that Gerda could not see the high-born lords and ladies. Each hall was more splendid than the last; yes, one could almost become bewildered! Now they were in the bedchamber. Here the ceiling was like a greatpalm-tree with leaves of glass, of costly glass, and in the middle of the floor two beds hung on a thick stalk of gold, and each of them looked like a lily.One of them was white, and in that lay the Princess; the other was red, and in that Gerda was to seek little Kay. She bent one of the red leaves aside, and then she saw a little brown neck. Oh, that was Kay! She called out his name quite loud,and held the lamp towards him. The dreams rushed into the room again on horseback----he awoke,turned his head and----it was not little Kay!The prince was only like him in the neck; but he was young and good-looking, and the Princess looked up, blinking,from the white lily,and asked who was there. Then little Gerda wept, and told her whole history, and all that the Crows had done for her.“You poor child!”said the Prince and Princess.And they praised the Crows, and said that they were not angry with them at all, but the Crows were not to do it again. However, they should be rewarded.“Will you fly out free?”asked the Princess,“or will you have fixed positions as court crows, with the right to everything that is left in the kitchen?”And the two Crows bowed, and begged for fixed positions, for they thought of their old age, and said,“It is so good to have some provisions for one's old days, as they called them.”And the Prince got up out of his bed, and let Gerda sleep in it, and he could not do more than that. She folded her little hands, and thought,“How good men and animals are!”and then she shut her eyes and went quietly to sleep.All the dreams came flying in again, looking like angels, and they drew a little sledge, on which Kay sat nodding;but all this was only a dream, and therefore it was gone again as soon as she awoke.The next day she was clothed from head to foot in silk and velvet; and an offer was made her that she should stay in the castle and enjoy pleasant times; but she only begged for a little carriage, with a horse to draw it, and a pair of little boots; then she would drive out into the world and seek for Kay.And she received not only boots, but a muff likewise,and was neatly dressed; and when she was ready to depart a coach made of pure gold stopped before the door. Upon it shone like a star the coat of arms of the Prince and Princess; coachman, footmen, and outriders----for there were outriders too----sat on horseback with gold crowns on their heads. The Prince and Princess themselves helped her intothe carriage, and wished her all good fortune. The forest Crow, who was now married, accompanied her the first three miles; he sat by Gerda's side, for he could not bear riding backwards: the other Crow stood in the doorway flapping her wings; she did not go with them, for she suffered from headache, that had come on since she had obtained a fixed position and was allowed to eat too much. The coach was lined with sugar-biscuits, and in the seat there were gingerbread-nuts and fruit.“Farewell, farewell!”cried the Prince and Princess;and little Gerda wept, and the Crow wept. So they went on for the first three miles; and then the Crow said good-bye,and that was the heaviest parting of all. The Crow flew up on a tree, and beat his black wings as long as he could see the coach, which glittered like the bright sunshine.。
安徒生童话-拇指姑娘（中英对照版）
安徒生童话-拇指姑娘HERE was once a woman who wished very much to have a little child, but she could not obtain her wish. At last she went to a fairy, and said, “I should so very much like to have a little child; can you tell me where I can find one?”“Oh, that can be easily managed,” said the fairy. “Here is a barleycorn of a different kind to those which grow in the farmer‟s fields, and which the chickens eat; put it into a flower-pot, and see what will happen.”“Thank you,” said the woman, and she gave the fai ry twelve shillings, which was the price of the barleycorn. Then she went home and planted it, and immediately there grew up a large handsome flower, something like a tulip in appearance, but with its leaves tightly closed as if it were still a bud. “It is a beautiful flower,” said the woman, and she kissed the red and golden-colored leaves, and while she did so the flower opened, and she could see that it was a real tulip. Within the flower, upon the green velvet stamens, sat a very delicate and graceful little maiden. She was scarcely half as long as a thumb, and they gave her the name of “Thumbelina,” or Tiny, because she was so small. A walnut-shell, elegantly polished, served her for a cradle; her bed was formed of blue violet-leaves, with a rose-leaf for a counterpane. Here she slept at night, but during the day she amused herself on a table, where the woman had placed a plateful of water. Round this plate were wreaths of flowers with their stems in the water, and upon it floated a large tulip-leaf, which served Tiny for a boat. Here the little maiden sat and rowed herself from side to side, with two oars made of white horse-hair. It really was a very pretty sight. Tiny could, also, sing so softly and sweetly that nothing like her singing had ever before been heard. One night, while she lay in her pretty bed, a large, ugly, wet toad crept through a broken pane of glass in the window, and leaped right upon the table where Tiny lay sleeping under her rose-leaf quilt. “What a pretty little wife this would make for my son,” said the toad, and she took up the walnut-shell in which little Tiny lay asleep, and jumped through the window with it into the garden.In the swampy margin of a broad stream in the garden lived the toad, with her son. He was uglier even than his mother, and when he saw the pretty little maiden in her elegant bed, he could only cry, “Croak, croak, croak.”“Don‟t speak so loud, or she will wake,” said the toad, “and then she might run away, for she is as light as swan‟s down. We will place her on one of the water-lily leaves out in the stream; it will be like an island to her, she is so light and small, and then she cannot escape; and, while she is away, we will make haste and prepare the state-room under the marsh, in which you are to live when you are married.”Far out in the stream grew a number of water-lilies, with broad green leaves, which seemed to float on the top of the water. The largest of these leaves appeared farther off than the rest, and the old toad swam out to it with the walnut-shell, in which little Tiny lay still asleep. The tiny little creature woke very early in the morning, and began to cry bitterly when she found where she was, for she could see nothing but water on every side of the large green leaf, and no way of reaching the land. Meanwhile the old toad was very busy under the marsh, decking her room with rushes and wild yellow flowers, to make it look pretty for her new daughter-in-law. Then she swam out with her ugly son to the leaf on which she had placed poor little Tiny. She wanted to fetch the pretty bed, that she might put it in the bridal chamber to be ready for her. The old toad bowed low to her in the water, and said, “Here is my son, he will be your husband, and you will live happily in the marsh by the str eam.”“Croak, croak, croak,” was all her son could say for himself; so the toad took up the elegant little bed, and swam away with it, leaving Tiny all alone on the green leaf, where she sat and wept. She could not bear to think of living with the old toad, and having her ugly son for a husband. The little fishes, who swam about in the water beneath, had seen the toad, and heard what she said, so they lifted their heads above the water to look at the little maiden. As soon as they caught sight of her, they saw she was very pretty, and it made them very sorry to think that she must go and live with the ugly toads. “No, it must never be!” so they assembled together in the water, round the green stalk which held theleaf on which the little maiden stood, and gnawed it away at the root with their teeth. Then the leaf floated down the stream, carrying Tiny far away out of reach of land.Tiny sailed past many towns, and the little birds in the bushes saw her, and sang, “What a lovely little creature;” so the lea f swam away with her farther and farther, till it brought her to other lands. A graceful little white butterfly constantly fluttered round her, and at last alighted on the leaf. Tiny pleased him, and she was glad of it, for now the toad could not possibly reach her, and the country through which she sailed was beautiful, and the sun shone upon the water, till it glittered like liquid gold. She took off her girdle and tied one end of it round the butterfly, and the other end of the ribbon she fastened to the leaf, which now glided on much faster than ever, taking little Tiny with it as she stood. Presently a large cockchafer flew by; the moment he caught sight of her, he seized her round her delicate waist with his claws, and flew with her into a tree. The green leaf floated away on the brook, and the butterfly flew with it, for he was fastened to it, and could not get away.Oh, how frightened little Tiny felt when the cockchafer flew with her to the tree! But especially was she sorry for the beautiful white butterfly which she had fastened to the leaf, for if he could not free himself he would die of hunger. But the cockchafer did not trouble himself at all about the matter. He seated himself by her side on a large green leaf, gave her some honey from the flowers to eat, and told her she was very pretty, though not in the least like a cockchafer. After a time, all the cockchafers turned up their feelers, and said, “She has only two legs! how ugly that looks.” “She has no feelers,” said another. “Her waist is q uite slim. Pooh! she is like a human being.”“Oh! she is ugly,” said all the lady cockchafers, although Tiny was very pretty. Then the cockchafer who had run away with her, believed all the others when they said she was ugly, and would have nothing more to say to her, and told her she might go where she liked. Then he flew down with her from the tree, and placed her on a daisy, and she wept at the thought that she was so ugly that even the cockchafers would have nothing to say to her. And all the while she was really the loveliest creature that one could imagine, and as tender and delicate as a beautiful rose-leaf. During the whole summer poor little Tinylived quite alone in the wide forest. She wove herself a bed with blades of grass, and hung it up under a broad leaf, to protect herself from the rain. She sucked the honey from the flowers for food, and drank the dew from their leaves every morning. So passed away the summer and the autumn, and then came the winter,— the long, cold winter. All the birds who had sung to her so sweetly were flown away, and the trees and the flowers had withered. The large clover leaf under the shelter of which she had lived, was now rolled together and shrivelled up, nothing remained but a yellow withered stalk. She felt dreadfully cold, for her clothes were torn, and she was herself so frail and delicate, that poor little Tiny was nearly frozen to death. It began to snow too; and the snow-flakes, as they fell upon her, were like a whole shovelful falling upon one of us, for we are tall, but she was only an inch high. Then she wrapped herself up in a dry leaf, but it cracked in the middle and could not keep her warm, and she shivered with cold. Near the wood in which she had been living lay a corn-field, but the corn had been cut a long time; nothing remained but the bare dry stubble standing up out of the frozen ground. It was to her like struggling through a large wood. Oh! how she shivered with the cold. She came at last to the door of a field-mouse, who had a little den under the corn-stubble. There dwelt the field-mouse in warmth and comfort, with a whole roomful of corn, a kitchen, and a beautiful dining room. Poor little Tiny stood before the door just like a little beggar-girl, and begged for a small piece of barley-corn, for she had been without a morsel to eat for two days.“You poor little creature,” said the field-mouse, who was really a good old field-mouse, “come into my warm room and dine with me.” She was very pleased with Tiny, so she said, “You are quite welcome to stay with me all the winter, if you like; but you must keep my rooms clean and neat, and tell me stories, for I shall like to hear them very much.” And Tiny did all the field-mouse asked her, and found herself very comfortable.“We shall have a visitor soon,” said the field-mouse one day; “my neighbor pays me a visit once a week. He is better off than I am; he has large rooms, and wears a beautiful blackvelvet coat. If you could only have him for a husband, you would be well provided for indeed. But h e is blind, so you must tell him some of your prettiest stories.”But Tiny did not feel at all interested about this neighbor, for he was a mole. However, he came and paid his visit dressed in his black velvet coat.“He is very rich and learned, and his house is twenty times larger than mine,” said the field-mouse.He was rich and learned, no doubt, but he always spoke slightingly of the sun and the pretty flowers, because he had never seen them. Tiny was obliged to sing to him, “Lady-bird, lady-bird, fl y away home,” and many other pretty songs. And the mole fell in love with her because she had such a sweet voice; but he said nothing yet, for he was very cautious. A short time before, the mole had dug a long passage under the earth, which led from the dwelling of the field-mouse to his own, and here she had permission to walk with Tiny whenever she liked. But he warned them not to be alarmed at the sight of a dead bird which lay in the passage. It was a perfect bird, with a beak and feathers, and could not have been dead long, and was lying just where the mole had made his passage. The mole took a piece of phosphorescent wood in his mouth, and it glittered like fire in the dark; then he went before them to light them through the long, dark passage. When th ey came to the spot where lay the dead bird, the mole pushed his broad nose through the ceiling, the earth gave way, so that there was a large hole, and the daylight shone into the passage. In the middle of the floor lay a dead swallow, his beautiful wings pulled close to his sides, his feet and his head drawn up under his feathers; the poor bird had evidently died of the cold. It made little Tiny very sad to see it, she did so love the little birds; all the summer they had sung and twittered for her so beautifully. But the mole pushed it aside with his crooked legs, and said, “He will sing no more now. How miserable it must be to be born a little bird! I am thankful that none of my children will ever be birds, for they can do nothing but cry, …Tweet, tweet,‟ and always die of hunger in the winter.”“Yes, you may well say that, as a clever man!” exclaimed the field-mouse, “What is the use of his twittering, for when winter comes he must either starve or be frozen to death. Still birds are very high bred.”Tiny said nothing; but when the two others had turned their backs on the bird, she stooped down and stroked aside the soft feathers which covered the head, and kissed the closed eyelids. “Perhaps this was the one who sang to me so sweetly in the summer,” sh e said; “and how much pleasure it gave me, you dear, pretty bird.”The mole now stopped up the hole through which the daylight shone, and then accompanied the lady home. But during the night Tiny could not sleep; so she got out of bed and wove a large, beautiful carpet of hay; then she carried it to the dead bird, and spread it over him; with some down from the flowers which she had found in the field-mouse‟s room. It was as soft as wool, and she spread some of it on each side of the bird, so that he might lie warmly in the cold earth. “Farewell, you pretty little bird,” said she, “farewell; thank you for your delightful singing during the summer, when all the trees were green, and the warm sun shone upon us.” Then she laid her head on the bird‟s breast, bu t she was alarmed immediately, for it seemed as if something inside the bird went “thump, thump.” It was the bird‟s heart; he was not really dead, only benumbed with the cold, and the warmth had restored him to life. In autumn, all the swallows fly away into warm countries, but if one happens to linger, the cold seizes it, it becomes frozen, and falls down as if dead; it remains where it fell, and the cold snow covers it. Tiny trembled very much; she was quite frightened, for the bird was large, a great deal larger than herself,—she was only an inch high. But she took courage, laid the wool more thickly over the poor swallow, and then took a leaf which she had used for her own counterpane, and laid it over the head of the poor bird. The next morning she again stole out to see him. He was alive but very weak; he could only open his eyes for a moment to look at Tiny, who stood by holding a piece of decayed wood in her hand, for she had no other lantern. “Thank you, pretty little maiden,” said the sick swallow; “I have been so nicely warmed, that I shall soon regain my strength, and be able to fly about again in the warm sunshine.”“Oh,” said she, “it is cold out of doors now; it snows and freezes. Stay in your warm bed; I will take care of you.”Then she brought the swallow some water in a flower-leaf, and after he had drank, he told her that he had wounded one of his wings in a thorn-bush, and could not fly as fast as the others, who were soon far away on their journey to warm countries. Then at last he had fallen to the earth, and could remember no more, nor how he came to be where she had found him. The whole winter the swallow remained underground, and Tiny nursed him with care and love. Neither the mole nor the field-mouse knew anything about it, for they did not like swallows. Very soon the spring time came, and the sun warmed the earth. Then the swallow bade farewell to Tiny, and she opened the hole in the ceiling which the mole had made. The sun shone in upon them so beautifully, that the swallow asked he r if she would go with him; she could sit on his back, he said, and he would fly away with her into the green woods. But Tiny knew it would make the field-mouse very grieved if she left her in that manner, so she said, “No, I cannot.”“Farewell, then, farewell, you good, pretty little maiden,” said the swallow; and he flew out into the sunshine.Tiny looked after him, and the tears rose in her eyes. She was very fond of the poor swallow.“Tweet, tweet,” sang the bird, as he flew out into the green woods, and Tiny felt very sad. She was not allowed to go out into the warm sunshine. The corn which had been sown in the field over the house of the field-mouse had grown up high into the air, and formed a thick wood to Tiny, who was only an inch in height.“You are going to be married, Tiny,” said the field-mouse. “My neighbor has asked for you. What good fortune for a poor child like you. Now we will prepare your wedding clothes. They must be both woollen and linen. Nothing must be wanting when you are the mole‟s wife.”Tiny had to turn the spindle, and the field-mouse hired four spiders, who were to weave day and night. Every evening the mole visited her, and was continually speaking of the time when the summer would be over. Then he would keep his wedding-day with Tiny; but now the heat of the sun was so great that it burned the earth, and made it quite hard, like a stone. As soon, as the summer was over, the wedding should take place. But Tiny was not at all pleased; for she did not like the tiresome mole. Every morning when the sun rose, and every evening when it went down, she would creep out at the door, and as the wind blew aside the ears of corn, so that she could see the blue sky, she thought how beautiful and bright it seemed out there, and wished so much to see her dear swallow again. But he never returned; for by this time he had flown far away into the lovely green forest.When autumn arrived, Tiny had her outfit quite ready; and the field-mouse said to her, “In four weeks the wedding must take place.”Then Tiny wept, and said she would not marry the disagreeable mole.“Nonsense,” replied the field-mouse. “Now don‟t be obstinate, or I shall bite you with my white teeth. He is a very handsome mole; the queen herself does not wear more beautiful velvets and furs. His kitchen and cellars are quite full. You ought to be very thankful for such good fortune.”So the wedding-day was fixed, on which the mole was to fetch Tiny away to live with him, deep under the earth, and never again to see the warm sun, because he did not like it. The poor child was very unhappy at the thought of saying farewell to the beautiful sun, and as the field-mouse had given her permission to stand at the door, she went to look at it once more.“Farewell bright sun,” she cried, s tretching out her arm towards it; and then she walked a short distance from the house; for the corn had been cut, and only the dry stubble remained in the fields. “Farewell, farewell,” she repeated, twining her arm round a little red flower that grew just by her side. “Greet the little swallow from me, if you should see him again.”“Tweet, tweet,” sounded over her head suddenly. She looked up, and there was the swallow himself flying close by. As soon as he spied Tiny, he was delighted; and then she told him how unwilling she felt to marry the ugly mole, and to live always beneath the earth, and never to see the bright sun any more. And as she told him she wept.“Cold winter is coming,” said the swallow, “and I am going to fly away into warmer countries. Will you go with me? You can sit on my back, and fasten yourself on with your sash. Then we can fly away from the ugly mole and his gloomy rooms,—far away, over the mountains, into warmer countries, where the sun shines more brightly—than here; where it is always summer, and the flowers bloom in greater beauty. Fly now with me, dear little Tiny; you saved my life when I lay frozen in that dark passage.”“Yes, I will go with you,” said Tiny; and she seated herself on the bird‟s back, with her feet on his outstretched wings, and tied her girdle to one of his strongest feathers.Then the swallow rose in the air, and flew over forest and over sea, high above the highest mountains, covered with eternal snow. Tiny would have been frozen in the cold air, but she c rept under the bird‟s warm feathers, keeping her little head uncovered, so that she might admire the beautiful lands over which they passed. At length they reached the warm countries, where the sun shines brightly, and the sky seems so much higher above th e earth. Here, on the hedges, and by the wayside, grew purple, green, and white grapes; lemons and oranges hung from trees in the woods; and the air was fragrant with myrtles and orange blossoms. Beautiful children ran along the country lanes, playing with large gay butterflies; and as the swallow flew farther and farther, every place appeared still more lovely.At last they came to a blue lake, and by the side of it, shaded by trees of the deepest green, stood a palace of dazzling white marble, built in the olden times. Vines clustered round its lofty pillars, and at the top were many swallows‟ nests, and one of these was the home of the swallow who carried Tiny.“This is my house,” said the swallow; “but it would not do for you to live there—you would not be comfortable. You must choose for yourself one of those lovely flowers, and I will put you down upon it, and then you shall have everything that you can wish to make you happy.”“That will be delightful,” she said, and clapped her little hands for joy.A large marble pillar lay on the ground, which, in falling, had been broken into three pieces. Between these pieces grew the most beautiful large white flowers; so the swallow flew down with Tiny, and placed her on one of the broad leaves. But how surpr ised she was to see in the middle of the flower, a tiny little man, as white and transparent as if he had been made of crystal! He had a gold crown on his head, and delicate wings at his shoulders, and was not much larger than Tiny herself. He was the angel of the flower; for a tiny man and a tiny woman dwell in every flower; and this was the king of them all.“Oh, how beautiful he is!” whispered Tiny to the swallow.The little prince was at first quite frightened at the bird, who was like a giant, compa red to such a delicate little creature as himself; but when he saw Tiny, he was delighted, and thought her the prettiest little maiden he had ever seen. He took the gold crown from his head, and placed it on hers, and asked her name, and if she would be his wife, and queen over all the flowers.This certainly was a very different sort of husband to the son of a toad, or the mole, with my black velvet and fur; so she said, “Yes,” to the handsome prince. Then all the flowers opened, and out of each came a little lady or a tiny lord, all so pretty it was quite a pleasure to look at them. Each of them brought Tiny a present; but the best gift was a pair of beautiful wings, which had belonged to a large white fly and they fastened them to Tiny‟s shoulders, so th at she might fly from flower to flower. Then there was much rejoicing, and the little swallow who sat above them, in his nest, was asked to sing a wedding song, which he did as well as he could; but in his heart he felt sad for he was very fond of Tiny, and would have liked never to part from her again.“You must not be called Tiny any more,” said the spirit of the flowers to her. “It is an ugly name, and you are so very pretty. We will call you Maia.”“Farewell, farewell,” said the swallow, with a heavy heart as he left the warm countries to fly back into Denmark. There he had a nest over the window of a house in which dwelt the writer of fairy tales. The swallow sang, “Tweet, tweet,” and from his song came the whole story.翻文：从前有一个女人，她非常希望有一个丁点儿小的孩子。
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欢迎阅读参考！【篇⼀】安徒⽣童话故事英⽂版 THERE were five peas in one pod：they were green，and the pod was green，and so they thought all the world was green;and that was just as it should be!The pod grew，and the peas grew;they accommodated themselves to circumstances，sitting all in a row.The sun shone without，and warmed the husk，and the rain made it clear and transparent;it was mild and agreeable during the clear day and dark during the night，just as it should be，and the peas as they sat there became bigger and bigger，and more and more thoughtful，for something they must do. “Are we to sit here everlastingly?”asked one.“I’ m afraid we shall become hard by long sitting.It seems to me there must be something outside-I have a kind of inkling of it. And weeks went by.The peas became yellow， and the pod also. “All the world’ s turning yellow，”said they;and they had a right to say it. Suddenly they felt a tug at the pod.It was torn off，passed through human hands，and glided down into the pocket of a jacket，in company with other full pods. “Now we shall soon be opened!”they said;and that is just what they were waiting for. “I should like to know who of us will get farthest!”said the smallest of the five.“Yes，now it will soon show itself.” “What is to be will be，” said the biggest. “Crack!”the pod burst，and all the five peas rolled out into the bright sunshine.There they lay in a child's hand.A little boy was clutching them，and said they were fine peas for his pea-shooter;and he put one in at once and shot it out. “Now I'm flying out into the wide world，catch me if you can!”And he was gone.“I，” said the second，“I shall fly straight into the sun.That's a pod worth looking at，and one that exactly suits me.” And away he went. “We sleep where we come，”said the two next，“but we shall roll on all the same.”And so they rolled first on the floor before they got into the pea-shooter;but they were put in for all that.“We shall go farthest，”said they.“What is to happen will happen，said the last，as he was shot forth out of the pea-shooter;and he flew up against the old board under the garret window，just into a crack which was filled up with moss and soft mould;and the moss closed round him;there he lay，a prisoner in-deed，but not forgotten by our Lord. “What is to happen will happen，”said he. Within，in the little garret，lived a poor woman，who went out in the day to clean stoves，saw wood，and to do other hard work of the same kind，for she was strong and industrious too.But she always remained poor;and at home in the garret lay her half-grown only daughter，who was very delicate and weak;for a whole year she had kept her bed，and it seemed as if she could neither live nor die. “She is going to her little sister，”the woman said.“I had only the two children，and it was not an easy thing to provide for both，but the good God provided for one of them by taking her home to Himself;now I should be glad to keep the other that was left me;but I suppose they are not to remain separated，and she will go to her sister in heaven. But the sick girl remained where she was.She lay quiet and qatient all day long while her mother went to earn money out of doors.It was spring，and early in the morn-in，just as the mother was about to go out to work，the sun shone mildly and pleasantly through the little window，and threw its rays across the floor;and the sick girl fixed her eyes on the lowest pane in the window. “What may that green thing be that looks in at the window?It is moving in the wind.” And the mother stepped to the window，and half opened it.“Oh!”said she，“on my word，it is a little pea which has taken root here，and is putting out its little leaves.How can it have got here into the crack?There you have a little garden to look at.” And the sick girl's bed was moved nearer to the window，so that she could always see the growing pea;and the mother went forth to her work. “Mother，I think I shall get well，”said the sick child in the evening.“The sun shone in upon me today delight-fullywarm.The little pea is thriving famously，and I shall thrive too，and get up，and go out into the warm sun-shine. “God grant it!”said the mother，but she did not believe it would be so;but she took carec to prop with a little stick the green plant which had given her daughter the pleasant thoughts of life，so that it might not be broken by the wind;she tied a piece of string to the window-sill and to the upper part of the frame，so that the pea might have something round which it could twine，when it shot up：and it did shoot up indeed-one could see how it grew every day. “Really，here is a flower coming!”said the woman one day;and now she began to cherish the hope that her sick daughter would recover.She remembered that lately the child had spoken much more cheerfully than before，that in the last few days she had risen up in bed of her own accord，and had sat upright，looking with delighted eyes at the little garden in which only one plant grew.A week afterwards the invalid for the first time sat up for a whole hour.Quite happy，she sat there in the warm sunshine;the window was opened，and in front of it outside stood a pink pea blossom，fully blown.The sick girl bent down and gently kissed the delicate leaves.This day was like a festival.“The Heavenly Father Himself has planted that pea，and caused it to thrive，to be a joy to you，and to me also，my blessed child!”said the glad mother;and she smiled at the flower，as if it had been a good angel. But about the other peas?Why，the one who flew out into the wide world and said，“Catch me if you can，”fell into the gutter on the roof，and found a home in a pigeon's crop，and lay there like Jonah in the whale;the two lazy ones got just as far，for they，too，were eaten up by pigeons，and thus，at any rate，they were of some real use;but the fourth，who wanted to go up into the sun，fell into the gutter，and lay there in the dirty water for days and weeks，and swelled prodigiously.“How beautifully fat I'm growing!”said the Pea.“I shall burst at last;and I don't think any pea can do more than that.I'm the most remarkable of all the five that were in the pod.” And the Gutter said he was right. But the young girl at the garret window stood there with gleaming eyes，with the hue of health on her cheeks，and folded her thin hands over the pea blossom，and thanked Heaven for it. “I，” said the Gutter，“stand up for my own pea.”【篇⼆】安徒⽣童话故事英⽂版 There was once a Prince who wished to marry a Princess; but then she must be a real Princess. He travelled all over the world in hopes of finding such a lady; but there was always something wrong. Princesses he found in plenty; but whether they were real Princesses it was impossible for him to decide, for now one thing, now another, seemed to him not quite right about the ladies. At last he returned to his palace quite cast down, because he wished so much to have a real Princess for his wife. One evening a fearful tempest arose, it thundered and lightened, and the rain poured down from the sky in torrents: besides, it was as dark as pitch. All at once there was heard a violent knocking at the door, and the old King, the Prince's father, went out himself to open it. It was a Princess who was standing outside the door. What with the rain and the wind, she was in a sad condition; the water trickled down from her hair, and her clothes clung to her body. She said she was a real Princess. "Ah! we shall soon see that!" thought the old Queen-mother; however, she said not a word of what she was going to do; but went quietly into the bedroom, took all the bed-clothes off the bed, and put three little peas on the bedstead. She then laid twenty mattresses one upon another over the three peas, and put twenty feather beds over the mattresses. Upon this bed the Princess was to pass the night. The next morning she was asked how she had slept. "Oh, very badly indeed!" she replied. "I have scarcely closed my eyes the whole night through. I do not know what was in my bed, but I had something hard under me, and am all over black and blue. It has hurt me so much!" Now it was plain that the lady must be a real Princess, since she had been able to feel the three little peas through the twenty mattresses and twenty feather beds. None but a real Princess could have had such a delicate sense of feeling. The Prince accordingly made her his wife; being now convinced that he had found a real Princess. The three peas were however put into the cabinet of curiosities, where they are still to be seen, provided they are not lost. Wasn't this a lady of real delicacy?【篇三】安徒⽣童话故事英⽂版 Most terribly cold it was; it snowed, and was nearly quite dark, and evening--the last evening of the year.In this cold and darkness there went along thestreet a poor little girl,bareheaded,and with naked feet. When she left homeshe had slippers on, it is true; but what was the good of that?They were verylarge slippers,which her mother had hitherto worn;so large were they;andthe poor little thing lost them as she scuffled away across the street,because of two carriages that rolled by dreadfully fast. One slipper was nowhere to be found; the other had been laid hold of by anurchin, and off he ran with it;he thought it would do capitally for a cradlewhen he some day or other should have children himself. So the little maidenwalked on with her tiny naked feet, that were quite red and blue from cold.She carried a quantity of matches in an old apron, and she held a bundle ofthem in her hand.Nobody had bought anything of her the whole livelong day;noone had given her a single farthing. She crept along trembling with cold and hunger--a very picture of sorrow, thepoor little thing!The flakes of snow covered her long fair hair, which fell in beautiful curlsaround her neck; but of that, of course, she never once now thought. From allthe windows the candles were gleaming, and it smelt so deliciously of roastgoose, for you know it was New Year's Eve; yes, of that she thought.In a corner formed by two houses, of which one advanced more than the other,she seated herself down and cowered together. Her little feet she had drawnclose up to her, but she grew colder and colder, and to go home she did notventure, for she had not sold any matches and could not bring a farthing ofmoney:from her father she would certainly get blows, and at home it was coldtoo, for above her she had only the roof, through which the wind whistled,even though the largest cracks were stopped up with straw and rags. it was a wonderful light. It seemed really to thelittle maiden as though she were sitting before a large iron stove, withburnished brass feet and a brass ornament at top. The fire burned with suchblessed influence; it warmed so delightfully. The little girl had alreadystretched out her feet to warm them too; but--the small flame went out, thestove vanished:she had only the remains of the burnt-out match in her hand. She rubbed another against the wall:it burned brightly, and where the lightfell on the wall, there the wall became transparent like a veil, so that shecould see into the room. On the table was spread a snow-white tablecloth;uponit was a splendid porcelain service,and the roast goose was steaming famouslywith its stuffing of apple and dried plums.And what was still more capital tobehold was, the goose hopped down from the dish, reeled about on the floorwith knife and fork in its breast, till it came up to the poor little girl;when--the match went out and nothing but the thick, cold, damp wall was leftbehind. She lighted another match. Now there she was sitting under the mostmagnificent Christmas tree:it was still larger,and more decorated than theone which she had seen through the glass door in the rich merchant's house. Thousands of lights were burning on the green branches, and gaily-coloredpictures, such as she had seen in the shop-windows, looked down upon her.The little maiden stretched out her hands towards them when--the match wentout. The lights of the Christmas tree rose higher and higher,she saw them nowas stars in heaven; one fell down and formed a long trail of fire. "Someone is just dead!" said the little girl; for her old grandmother, theonly person who had lovedher, and who was now no more, had told her, thatwhen a star falls, a soul ascends to God.She drew another match against the wall:it was again light, and in the lustrethere stood the old grandmother, so bright and radiant, so mild, and with suchan expression of love. "Grandmother!" cried the little one. "Oh, take me with you! You go away whenthe match burnsout;you vanish like the warm stove,like the delicious roastgoose,and like the magnificent Christmas tree!"And she rubbed the wholebundle of matches quickly against the wall,for she wanted to be quite sure ofkeeping her grandmother near her. And the matches gave such a brilliant lightthat it was brighter than at noon-day:never formerly had the grandmother beenso beautiful and so tall. She took the little maiden, on her arm, and bothflew in brightness and in joy so high,so very high, and then above wasneither cold, nor hunger, nor anxiety--they were with God.But in the corner, at the cold hour of dawn, sat the poor girl, with rosycheeks and with a smiling mouth, leaning against the wall--frozen to death onthe last evening of the old year. Stiff and stark sat the child there with hermatches, of which one bundle had been burnt. "She wanted to warm herself,"people said. No one had the slightest suspicion of what beautiful things shehad seen; no one even dreamed of the splendor in which, with her grandmothershe had entered on the joys of a new year.【篇四】安徒⽣童话故事英⽂版 a good child dies, an angel of God comes down from heaven, takes the dead child in his arms, spreads out his great white wings, and flies with him over all the places which the child had loved during his life. Then he gathers a large handful of flowers, which he carries up to the Almighty, that they may bloom more brightly in heaven than they do on earth. And the Almighty presses the flowers to His heart, but He kisses the flower that pleases Him best, and it receives a voice, and is able to join the song of the chorus of bliss. These words were spoken by an angel of God, as he carried a dead child up to heaven, and the child listened as if in a dream. Then they passed over well-known spots, where the little one had often played, and through beautiful gardens full oflovely flowers. "Which of these shall we take with us to heaven to be transplanted there?" asked the angel. Close by grew a slender, beautiful, rose-bush, but some wicked hand had broken the stem, and the half-opened rosebuds hung faded and withered on the trailing branches. "Poor rose-bush!" said the child, "let us take it with us to heaven, that it may bloom above in God's garden." The angel took up the rose-bush; then he kissed the child, and the little one half opened his eyes. The angel gathered also some beautiful flowers, as well as a few humble buttercups and heart's-ease. "Now we have flowers enough," said the child; but the angel only nodded, he did not fly upward to heaven. It was night, and quite still in the great town. Here they remained, and the angel hovered over a small, narrow street, in which lay a large heap of straw, ashes, and sweepings from the houses of people who had removed. There lay fragments of plates, pieces of plaster, rags, old hats, and other rubbish not pleasant to see. Amidst all this confusion, the angel pointed to the pieces of a broken flower-pot, and to a lump of earth which had fallen out of it. The earth had been kept from falling to pieces by the roots of a withered field-flower, which had been thrown amongst the rubbish. "We will take this with us," said the angel, "I will tell you why as we fly along." And as they flew the angel related the history. "Down in that narrow lane, in a low cellar, lived a poor sick boy; he had been afflicted from his childhood, and even in his best days he could just manage to walk up and down the room on crutches once or twice, but no more. During some days in summer, the sunbeams would lie on the floor of the cellar for about half an hour. In this spot the poor sick boy would sit warming himself in the sunshine, and watching the red blood through his delicate fingers as he held them before his face. Then he would say he had been out, yet he knew nothing of the green forest in its spring verdure, till a neighbor's son brought him a green bough from a beech-tree. This he would place over his head, and fancy that he was in the beech-wood while the sun shone, and the birds caroled gaily. One spring day the neighbor's boy brought him some field-flowers, and among them was one to which the root still adhered. This he carefully planted in a flower-pot, and placed in a window-seat near his bed. And the flower had been planted by a fortunate hand, for it grew, put forth fresh shoots, and blossomed every year. It became a splendid flower-garden to the sick boy, and his little treasure upon earth.? He watered it, and cherished it, and took care it should have the benefit of every sunbeam that found its way into the cellar, from the earliest morning ray to the evening sunset. The flower entwined itself even in his dreams- for him it bloomed, for him spread its perfume. And it gladdened his eyes, and to the flower he turned, even in death, when the Lord called him. He has been one year with God. During that time the flower has stood in the window, withered and forgotten, till at length cast out among the sweepings into the street, on the day of the lodgers' removal. And this poor flower, withered and faded as it is, we have added to our nosegay, because it gave more real joy than the most beautiful flower in the garden of a queen." "But how do you know all this?" asked the child whom the angel was carrying to heaven. "I know it," said the angel, "because I myself was the poor sick boy who walked upon crutches, and I know my own flower well." Then the child opened his eyes and looked into the glorious happy face of the angel, and at the same moment they found themselves in that heavenly home where all is happiness and joy. And God pressed the dead child to His heart, and wings were given him so that he could fly with the angel, hand in hand? Then the Almighty pressed all the flowers to His heart; but He kissed the withered field-flower, and it received a voice. Then it joined in the song of the angels, who surrounded the throne, some near, and others in a distant circle, but all equally happy. They all joined in the chorus of praise, both great and small,- the good, happy child, and the poor field-flower, that once lay withered and cast away on a heap of rubbish in a narrow, dark street.【篇五】安徒⽣童话故事英⽂版 Once upon a time there lived a fisherman who earned a living selling fish, making his rounds to thecustomers on a horse drawn cart loaded with his catch of the day. One cold winter day, while the fisherman was crossing the woods, a fox smelled the fish and began following the cart at a close distance. The fisherman kept his trout in long wicker baskets and the sight of the fish made the fox's mouth water. The fox,however, was reluctant to jump on the cart to steal a fish because the fisherman had a long whip that he cracked from time to time to spur on the horse. But the smell of fresh fish was so enticing that the fox overcame her fear of the whip, leapt on to the cart and with a quick blow of her paw, dropped a wicker basket on the snow. The fisherman did not notice anything and continued his journey undisturbed. The fox was very happy. She opened the basket and got ready to enjoy her meal. She was about to taste the first bite when a bear appeared. "Where did you get all that marvelous trout?" the big bear asked with a hungry look on its face. "I've been fishing," the fox answered, unperturbed. "Fishing? How? The lake is frozen over," the bear said, incredulously. "How did you manage to fish?" The fox was aware that, unless she could get rid of the bear with some kind of excuse, she would have had to share her fish. But the only plausible answer she could come up with was: "I fished with my tail." "With your tail?" said the bear, who was even more astonished. "Sure, with my tail. I made a hole in the ice, I dropped my tail in the water and when I felt a bite I pulled it out and a fish was stuck on its end," the fox told the bear. The bear touched his tail and his mouth began watering. He said: "Thanks for the tip. I'm going fishing too." The lake was not too far away, but the ice was very thick and the bear had a hard time making a hole in it. Finally, his long claws got the job done. As time went by and evening approached, it got colder and colder. The bear shivered but he kept sitting by the hole with his tail in the water. No fish had bitten yet. The bear was very cold and the water of the lake began freezing again around his tail. It was then that the bear felt something like a bite on the end of his frozen tail. The bear pulled with all his strength, heard something tear and at the same time felt a very sharp pain. He turned around to find out what kind of fish he had caught, and right then he realized that his tail, trapped in the ice, had been torn off. Ever since then, bears have had a little stump instead of a long and thick tail.。
安徒生童话英文版
安徒生童话英文版安徒生童话英文版《安徒生童话》共由163篇故事组成，其中的《小人鱼》、《丑小鸭》、《卖火柴的'小女孩》、《拇指姑娘》都是我们爱看的童话。
安徒生童话英文版篇一THE ELFIN HILLA FEW large lizards were running nimbly about in the clefts of an old tree. They could understand one another very well, for they spoke the lizard language. "What a buzzing and a rumbling there is in the elfin hill," said one of the lizards."I have not been able to close my eyes for two nights on account of the noise; I might just as well have had the toothache, for that always keeps me awake.""There is something going on within there," said the other lizard; "they propped up the top of the hill with four red posts, till cock-crowthis morning, so that it is thoroughly aired, and the elfin girls have learnt new dances; there is something.""I spoke about it to an earth-worm of my acquaintance," said a third lizard; "the earth-worm had just come from the elfin hill, where he has been groping about in the earth day and night. He has heard a great deal; although he cannot see, poor miserable creature, yet he understands very well how to wriggle and lurk about. They expect friends in the elfin hill, grand company, too; but who they are the earth-worm would not say, or, perhaps, he really did not know. All the will-o'-the-wisps are ordered to be there to hold a torch dance, as it is called. The silver and gold which is plentiful in the hill will be polished and placed out in the moonlight.""Who can the strangers be?" asked the lizards; "what can thematter be? Hark, what a buzzing and humming there is!"Just at this moment the elfin hill opened, and an old elfin maiden, hollow behind, came tripping out; she was the old elf king's housekeeper, and a distant relative of the family; therefore she wore an amber heart on the middle of her forehead. Her feet moved very fast, "trip, trip;" good gracious, how she could trip right down to the sea to the night-raven."You are invited to the elf hill for this evening," said she; "but will you do me a great favor and undertake the invitations? you oughtto do something, for you have no housekeeping to attend to as I have. We are going to have some very grand people, conjurors, who have always something to say; and therefore the old elf king wishes to make a great display.""Who is to be invited?" asked the raven."All the world may come to the great ball, even human beings, if they can only talk in their sleep, or do something after our fashion. But for the feast the company must be carefully selected; we can only admit persons of high rank; I have had a dispute myself with the elf king, as he thought we could not admit ghosts. The merman and his daughter must be invited first, although it may not be agreeable to them to remain so long on dry land, but they shall have a wet stone to sit on, or perhaps something better; so I think they will not refuse this time. We must have all the old demons of the first class, with tails, and the hobgoblins and imps; and then I think we ought not to leave out the death-horse, or the grave-pig, or even the church dwarf, although they do belong to the clergy, and are not reckoned among our people; but that is merely their office, they are nearly related to us, and visit us very frequently.""Croak," said the night-raven as he flew away with theinvitations.The elfin maidens we're already dancing on the elf hill, and they danced in shawls woven from moonshine and mist, which look very pretty to those who like such things. The large hall within the elf hill was splendidly decorated; the floor had been washed with moonshine, and the walls had been rubbed with magic ointment, so that they glowed like tulip-leaves in the light. In the kitchen were frogs roasting on the spit, and dishes preparing of snail skins, with children's fingers in them, salad of mushroom seed, hemlock, noses and marrow of mice, beer from the marsh woman's brewery, and sparkling salt-petre wine from the grave cellars. These were all substantial food. Rusty nails and church-window glass formed the dessert. The old elf king had his gold crown polished up with powdered slate-pencil; it was like that used by the first form, and very difficult for an elf king to obtain. In the bedrooms, curtains were hung up and fastened with the slime of snails; there was, indeed, a buzzing and humming everywhere."Now we must fumigate the place with burnt horse-hair and pig's bristles, and then I think I shall have done my part," said the elf man-servant."Father, dear," said the youngest daughter, "may I now hear who our high-born visitors are?""Well, I suppose I must tell you now," he replied; "two of my daughters must prepare themselves to be married, for the marriages certainly will take place. The old goblin from Norway, who lives in the ancient Dovre mountains, and who possesses many castles built of rock and freestone, besides a gold mine, which is better than all, so it is thought, is coming with his two sons, who are both seeking a wife. The old goblin is a true-hearted, honest, old Norwegian graybeard; cheerful and straightforward. I knew him formerly, when we used to drink together to our good fellowship: he came here once to fetch his wife, she is dead now. She was the daughter of the king of the chalk-hills at Moen. They say he took his wife from chalk; I shall be delighted to see him again. It is said that the boys are ill-bred, forward lads, but perhaps that is not quite correct, and they will become better as they grow older. Let me see that you know how to teach them good manners.""And when are they coming?" asked the daughter."That depends upon wind and weather," said the elf king; "they travel economically. They will come when there is the chance of a ship. I wanted them to come over to Sweden, but the old man was not inclined to take my advice. He does not go forward with the times, and that I do not like."Two will-o'-the-wisps came jumping in, one quicker than the other, so of course, one arrived first. "They are coming! they are coming!" he cried."Give me my crown," said the elf king, "and let me stand in the moonshine."The daughters drew on their shawls and bowed down to the ground. There stood the old goblin from the Dovre mountains, with his crown of hardened ice and polished fir-cones. Besides this, he wore a bear-skin, and great, warm boots, while his sons went with their throats bare and wore no braces, for they were strong men."Is that a hill?" said the youngest of the boys, pointing to the elf hill, "we should call it a hole in Norway.""Boys," said the old man, "a hole goes in, and a hill stands out; have you no eyes in your heads?"Another thing they wondered at was, that they were able without trouble to understand the language."Take care," said the old man, "or people will think you have not been well brought up."Then they entered the elfin hill, where the select and grand company were assembled, and so quickly had they appeared that they seemed to have been blown together. But for each guest the neatest and pleasantest arrangement had been made. The sea folks sat at table in great water-tubs, and they said it was just like being at home. All behaved themselves properly excepting the two young northern goblins; they put their legs on the table and thought they were all right."Feet off the table-cloth!" said the old goblin. They obeyed, but not immediately. Then they tickled the ladies who waited at table, with the fir-cones, which they carried in their pockets. They took off their boots, that they might be more at ease, and gave them to the ladies to hold. But their father, the old goblin, was very different; he talked pleasantly about the stately Norwegian rocks, and told fine tales of the waterfalls which dashed over them with a clattering noise like thunder or the sound of an organ, spreading their white foam on every side. He told of the salmon that leaps in the rushing waters, while the water-god plays on his golden harp. He spoke of the bright winter nights, when the sledge bells are ringing, and the boys run with burning torches across the smooth ice, which is so transparent that they can see the fishes dart forward beneath their feet. He described everything so clearly, that those who listened could see it all; they could see the saw-mills going, the men-servants and the maidens singing songs, and dancing a rattling dance,- when all at once the old goblin gave the old elfin maiden a kiss, such atremendous kiss, and yet they were almost strangers to each other.Then the elfin girls had to dance, first in the usual way, and then with stamping feet, which they performed very well; then followed the artistic and solo dance. Dear me, how they did throw their legs about! No one could tell where the dance begun, or where it ended, nor indeed which were legs and which were arms, for they were all flying about together, like the shavings in a saw-pit! And then they spun round so quickly that the death-horse and the grave-pig became sick and giddy, and were obliged to leave the table."Stop!" cried the old goblin," is that the only house-keeping they can perform? Can they do anything more than dance and throw about their legs, and make a whirlwind?""You shall soon see what they can do," said the elf king. And then he called his youngest daughter to him. She was slender and fair as moonlight, and the most graceful of all the sisters. She took a white chip in her mouth, and vanished instantly; this was her accomplishment. But the old goblin said he should not like his wife to have such an accomplishment, and thought his boys would have the same objection. Another daughter could make a figure like herself follow her, as if she had a shadow, which none of the goblin folk ever had. The third was of quite a different sort; she had learnt in the brew-house of the moor witch how to lard elfin puddings with glow-worms."She will make a good housewife," said the old goblin, and then saluted her with his eyes instead of drinking her health; for he did not drink much.Now came the fourth daughter, with a large harp to play upon; and when she struck the first chord, every one lifted up theleft leg (for the goblins are left-legged), and at the second chord they found they must all do just what she wanted."That is a dangerous woman," said the old goblin; and the two sons walked out of the hill; they had had enough of it. "And what can the next daughter do?" asked the old goblin."I have learnt everything that is Norwegian," said she; "and I will never marry, unless I can go to Norway."Then her youngest sister whispered to the old goblin, "That is only because she has heard, in a Norwegian song, that when the world shall decay, the cliffs of Norway will remain standing like monuments; and she wants to get there, that she may be safe; for she is so afraid of sinking.""Ho! ho!" said the old goblin, "is that what she means? Well, what can the seventh and last do?""The sixth comes before the seventh," said the elf king, for he could reckon; but the sixth would not come forward."I can only tell people the truth," said she. "No one cares for me, nor troubles himself about me; and I have enough to do to sew my grave clothes."So the seventh and last came; and what could she do? Why, she could tell stories, as many as you liked, on any subject.。
安徒生童话故事英语版
安徒生童话故事英语版下面是店铺整理的安徒生童话故事英语版，欢迎大家阅读!安徒生童话故事英语版：the Swan's Nest天鹅的巢BETWEEN the Baltic and the North Sea there liesan old swan's nest， wherein swans are born andhave been born that shall never die.In olden times a flock of swans flew over theAlps to the GREen plains around Milan， where it wasdelightful to dwell. This flight of swans men calledthe Lombards.Another flock，with shining plumage and honest eyes，soared southward to Byzantium;the swans established themselves there close by the Emperor's throne，and spread theirwings over him as shields to protect him. They received the name of Varangians.On the coast of France there sounded a cry of fear， for the blood-stained swans that camefrom the North with fire under their wings; and the people prayed，“Heaven deliver us fromthe wild Northmen.”On the fresh sward of England stood the Danish swan by the open seashore， with thecrown of three kingdoms on his head; and he stretched out his golden sceptre over the land.The heathens on the Pomerian coast bent the knee， and the Danish swans came with thebanner of the Cross and with the drawn sword.“That was in the very old times，” you say.In later days two mighty swans have been seen to fly from the nest. A light shone farthrough the air， far over the lands of the earth; the swan，with the strong beating of hiswings，scattered the twilight mists， and the starry sky was seen， andit was as if it camenearer to the earth. That was the swan Tycho Brahe.“Yes， then，” you say; “but in our own days?”We have seen swan after swan soar by in glorious flight. One let his pinions glide over thestrings of the golden harp， and it resounded through the North. Norway's mountains seemedto rise higher in the sunlight of former days; there was a rustling among the pine trees andthe birches; the gods of the North，the heroes， and the noble women， showed themselvesin the dark forest depths.We have seen a swan beat with his wings upon the marble crag， so that it burst， andthe forms of beauty imprisoned in the stone stepped out to the sunny day， and men in thelands round about lifted up their heads to behold these mighty forms.We have seen a third swan spinning the thread of thought that is fastened from country tocountry round the world，so that the word may fly with lightning speed from land to land.And our Lord loves the old swan's nest between the Baltic and the North Sea. And whenthe mighty birds come soaring through the air to destroy it， even the callow young standround in a circle on the margin of the nest， and though their breasts may be struck so thattheir blood flows， they bear it， and strike with their wings and their claws.Centuries will pass by， swans will fly forth from the nest，men will see them and hearthem in the world， before it shall be said in spirit and in truth，“This is the last swan—the lastsong from the swan's nest.”在波罗的海和北海之间有一个古老的天鹅窠。