安徒生童话全集英文版
安徒生童话全集英文版1THEPRINCESSONTHEPEA
THEREwasonceaPrincewhowantedtomarryaprincess;butshewastobearealprincess.Sohetravelledabout,allthroughtheworld,tofindarealone,buteverywheretherewassomethingintheway.Therewereprincessesenough,butwhethertheywererealprincesseshecouldnotquitemakeout:therewasalwayssomethingthatdidnotseemquiteright.Sohecamehomeagain,andwasquitesad;forhewishedsomuchtohavearealprincess.
Oneeveningaterriblestormcameon.Itlightenedandthundered,therainstreameddown;itwasquitefearful!Thentherewasaknockingatthetown-gate,andtheoldKingwentouttoopenit.
ItwasaPrincesswhostoodoutsidethegate.But,mercy!Howshelooked,fromtherainandtheroughweather!Thewaterrandownherhairandherclothes;itraninatthepointsofhershoes,andoutattheheels;andyetshedeclaredthatshewasarealprincess.
“Yes,wewillsoonfindthatout,”thoughttheoldQueen.Butshesaidnothing,onlywentintothebedchamber,tookallthebeddingoff,andputapeaonthebottomofthebedstead;thenshetooktwentymattressesandlaidthemuponthepea,andthentwentyeider-downquiltsuponthemattresses.OnthisthePrincesshadtolieallnight.Inthemorningshewasaskedhowshehadslept.
“Oh,miserably!”saidthePrincess.“Iscarcelyclosedmyeyesallnightlong.Goodnessknowswhatwasinmybed.Ilayuponsomethinghard,sothatIamblackandblueallover.Itisquitedreadful!”
Nowtheysawthatshewasarealprincess,forthroughthetwentymattressesandthetwentyeider-downquiltsshehadfeltthepea.Noonebutarealprincesscouldbesotender-skinned.
SothePrincetookherforhiswife,fornowheknewthathehadatrueprincessandthepeawasputinthemuseum,anditisstilltobeseenthere,unlesssomebodyhascarrieditoff.
Lookyou,thisisatruestory.
安徒生童话全集英文版2GREATCLAUSANDLITTLECLAUS
THERElivedtwomeninonevillage,andtheyhadthesamename----eachwascalledClaus;butonehadfourhorses,andtheotheronlyasinglehorse.Todistinguishthemfromeachother,folkscalledhimwhohadfourhorsesGreatClaus,andtheonewhohadonlyasinglehorseLittleClaus.Nowweshallhearwhathappenedtoeachofthem,forthisisatruestory.
Thewholeweekthrough,LittleClauswasobligedtoploughforGreatClaus,andtolendhimhisonehorse;thenGreatClaushelpedhimoutwithallhisfour,butonlyonceaweek,andthatwasonSunday.Hurrah!HowLittleClaussmackedhiswhipoverallfivehorses,fortheywereasgoodashisownonthatoneday.Thesunshonegaily,andallthebellsinthesteepleswereringing;thepeoplewerealldressedintheirbest,andweregoingtochurch,withtheirhymn-booksundertheirarms,toheartheclergymanpreach,andtheysawLittleClausploughingwithfivehorses;buthewassomerrythathesmackedhiswhipagainandagain,andcried,“Geeup,allmyfive!”
“Youmustnottalkso,”saidGreatClaus,“foronlyonehorseisyours.”
ButwhenanyonepassedLittleClausforgotthathewasnottosaythis,andhecried,“Geeup,allmyhorses!”
“Now,Imustbegofyoutostopthat,”criedGreatClaus,“forifyousayitagain,Ishallhityourhorseonthehead,sothatitwillfalldowndead,andthenitwillbealloverwithhim.”
“Iwillcertainlynotsayitanymore,”saidLittleClaus.
Butwhenpeoplecamebysoonafterwards,andnodded“goodday”tohim,hebecameveryglad,andthoughtitlookedverywell,afterall,thathehadfivehorsestoploughhisfield;andsohesmackedhiswhipagain,andcried,“Geeup,allmyhorses!”
“I'll‘geeup’yourhorses!”saidGreatClaus.AndhetookamalletandhittheonlyhorseofLittleClausonthehead,sothatitfelldown,andwasdeadimmediately.
“Oh,nowIhaven'tanyhorseatall!”saidLittleClaus,andbegantocry.
Thenheflayedthehorse,andletthehidedryinthewind,andputitinasackandhungitoverhisshoulder,andwenttothetowntosellhishorse'sskin.
Hehadaverylongwaytogo,andwasobligedtopassthroughagreatdarkwood,andtheweatherbecamedreadfullybad.Hewentquiteastray,andbeforehegotintotherightwayagainitwasevening,anditwastoofartogethomeagainoreventothetownbeforenightfall.
Closebytheroadstoodalargefarm-house.Theshutterswereclosedoutsidethewindows,butthelightcouldstillbeseenshiningoutoverthem.
“Imaybeabletogetleavetostopherethroughthenight,”thoughtLittleClaus;andhewentandknocked.Thefarmer'swifeopenedthedoor;butwhensheheardwhathewantedshetoldhimtogoaway,declaringthatherhusbandwasnotathome,andshewouldnotreceivestrangers.
“ThenIshallhavetolieoutside,”saidLittleClaus.Andthefarmer'swifeshutthedoorinhisface.
Closebystoodagreathaystack,andbetweenthisandthefarm-housewasalittleouthousethatchedwithstraw.
“UpthereIcanlie,”saidLittleClaus,whenhelookedupattheroof,“thatisacapitalbed.Isupposethestorkwon'tflydownandbitemeinthelegs.”Foralivingstorkwasstandingontheroof,wherehehadhisnest.
NowLittleClausclimbeduptotheroofoftheshed,wherehelay,andturnedroundtosettlehimselfcomfortably.Thewoodenshuttersdidnotcoverthewindowsatthetop,andhecouldlookstraightintotheroom.Therewasagreattable,withtheclothlaid,andwineandroastmeatandagloriousfishuponit.Thefarmer'swifeandtheparish-clerkwereseatedattable,andnobodybesides.Shewasfillinghisglass,andhewasdigginghisforkintothefish,forthatwashisfavouritedish.
“Ifonecouldonlygetsometoo!”thoughtLittleClaus,ashestretchedouthisheadtowardsthewindow.Heavens!Whatagloriouscakehesawstandingthere!Yes,certainly,thatwasafeast.
Nowheheardsomeoneridingalongthehighroad.Itwasthewoman'shusband,whowascominghome.Hewasagoodmanenough,buthehadthestrangepeculiaritythathecouldneverbeartoseeaclerk.Ifaclerkappearedbeforehiseyeshebecamequitewild.Andthatwasthereasonwhytheclerkhadgonetothewifetowishhergoodday,becauseheknewthatherhusbandwasnotathome;andthegoodwomanthereforeputthebestfareshehadbeforehim.Butwhentheyheardthemancomingtheywerefrightened,andthewomanbeggedtheclerktocreepintoagreatemptychestwhichstoodinthecomer;andhedidso,forheknewthehusbandcouldnotbearthesightofaclerk.Thewomanquicklyhidalltheexcellentmeatandwineinherbaking-oven;forifthemanhadseenthat,hewouldhavebeencertaintoaskwhatitmeant.
“Oh,dear!”sighedLittleClaus,upinhisshed,whenhesawallthegoodfareputaway.
“Isthereanyoneupthere?”askedthefarmer;andhelookedupatLittleClaus.“Whyareyoulyingthere?Bettercomewithmeintotheroom.”
AndLittleClaustoldhimhowhehadlosthisway,andaskedleavetostaythereforthenight.
“Yes,certainly,”saidthepeasant,“butfirstwemusthavesomethingtoliveon.”
Thewomanreceivedthembothinaveryfriendlyway,spreadtheclothonalongtable,andgavethemagreatdishofporridge.Thefarmerwashungry,andatewithagoodappetite;butLittleClauscouldnothelpthinkingofthecapitalroastmeat,fish,andcake,whichheknewwereintheoven.Underthetable,athisfeet,hehadlaidthesackwiththehorse'shideinit;forweknowthathehadcomeouttosellitinthetown.Hecouldnotrelishtheporridge,sohetroduponthesack,andthedryskininsidecrackledquiteloudly.
“Hush,”saidLittleClaustohissack;butatthesametimehetrodonitagain,sothatitcrackledmuchlouderthanbefore.
“Why,whathaveyouinyoursack?”askedthefarmer.
“Oh,that'samagician,”answeredLittleClaus.“Hesayswearenottoeatporridge,forhehasconjuredtheovenfullofroastmeat,fish,andcake.”
“Wonderful!”criedthefarmer;andheopenedtheoveninahurry,andfoundallthedaintyprovisionswhichhiswifehadhiddenthere,butwhich,ashethought,thewizardhadconjuredforth.Thewomandarednotsayanything,butputthethingsatonceonthetable;andsotheybothateofthemeat,thefish,andthecake.NowLittleClausagaintrodonhissack,andmadethehidecreak.
“Whatdoeshesaynow?”saidthefarmer.
“Hesays,”repliedClaus,“thathehasconjuredthreebottlesofwineforus,too,andthattheyarealsostandingthereintheoven.”
Nowthewomanwasobligedtobringoutthewinewhichshehadhidden,andthefarmerdrankitandbecameverymerry.HewouldhavebeenverygladtoownsuchaconjurorasLittleClaushadthereinthesack.
“Canheconjurethedemonforth?”askedthefarmer.“Ishouldliketoseehim,fornowIammerry.”
“Oh,yes.”saidLittleClaus,“myconjurorcandoanythingthatIaskofhim.----Canyounot?”headded,andtrodonthehide,sothatitcrackled.Hesays‘Yes.’Butthedemonisveryuglytolookat:wehadbetternotseehim.”
“Oh,I'mnotatallafraid.Pray,whatwillhelooklike?”
“Why,he'lllooktheveryimageofaparish-clerk.”
“Ha!”saidthefarmer,“thatisugly!Youmustknow,Ican'tbearthesightofaclerk.Butitdoesn'tmatternow,forIknowthathe'sademon,soIshalleasilystandit.NowIhavecourage,buthemustnotcometoonearme.”
“NowIwillaskmyconjuror,”saidLittleClaus;andhetrodonthesackandheldhiseardown.
“Whatdoeshesay?”
“Hesaysyoumaygoandopenthechestthatstandsinthecorner,andyouwillseethedemoncrouchinginit;butyoumustholdthelidsothathedoesn'tslipout.”
“Willyouhelpmetoholdhim?”askedthefarmer.Andhewenttothechestwherethewifehadhiddentherealclerk,whosatinthereandwasverymuchafraid.Thefarmeropenedthelidalittlewayandpeepedinunderneathit.
“Ugh!”hecried,andsprangbackward.“Yes,nowI'veseenhim,andhelookedexactlylikeourclerk.Oh,thatwasdreadful!”
Uponthistheymustdrink.Sotheysatanddrankuntillateintothenight.
“Youmustsellmethatconjuror,”saidthefarmer.“Askasmuchasyoulikeforhim.I'llgiveyouawholebushelofmoneydirectly.”
“No,thatIcan'tdo,”saidLittleClaus:“onlythinkhowmuchuseIcanmakeofthisconjuror.”
“Oh,Ishouldsomuchliketohavehim!”criedthefarmer;andhewentonbegging.
“Well,”saidLittleClaus,atlast,“asyouhavebeensokindastogivemeshelterforthenight,Iwillletitbeso.Youshallhavetheconjurorforabushelofmoney;butImusthavethebushelheapedup.”
“Thatyoushallhave,”repliedthefarmer.“Butyoumusttakethechestyonderawaywithyou.Iwillnotkeepitinmyhouseanhour.Onecannotknow----perhapshemaybetherestill.”
LittleClausgavethefarmerhissackwiththedryhideinit,andgotinexchangeawholebushelofmoney,andthatheapedup.Thefarmeralsogavehimabigtruck,onwhichtocarryoffhismoneyandchest.
“Farewell!”saidLittleClaus;andhewentoffwithhismoneyandthebigchest,inwhichtheclerkwasstillsitting.
Ontheothersideofthewoodwasagreatdeepriver.Thewaterrushedalongsorapidlythatonecouldscarcelyswimagainstthestream.Afinenewbridgehadbeenbuiltoverit.LittleClausstoppedonthecentreofthebridge,andsaidquiteloud,sothattheclerkcouldhearit,“Ho,whatshallIdowiththisstupidchest?It'sasheavyasifstoneswereinit.IshallonlygettiredifIdragitanyfarther,soI'llthrowitintotheriver:ifitswimshometome,wellandgood;andifitdoesnot,itwillbenogreatmatter.”
Andhetookthechestwithonehand,andlifteditupalittle,asifheintendedtothrowitintotheriver.
“No!Stopit!”criedtheclerkfromwithinthechest;“letmeoutfirst!”
“Ugh!”exclaimedLittleClaus,pretendingtobefrightened,“he'sintherestill!Imustmakehasteandthrowhimintotheriver,thathemaybedrowned.”
“Oh,no,no!”screamedtheclerk.“I'llgiveyouawholebushel-fullofmoneyifyou'llletmego.”
“Why,that'sanotherthing!”saidLittleClaus;andheopenedthechest.
Theclerkcreptquicklyout,pushedtheemptychestintothewater,andwenttohishouse,whereLittleClausreceivedawholebushel-fullofmoney.Hehadalreadyreceivedonefromthefarmer,andsonowhehadhistruckloadedwithmoney.
“See,I'vebeenwellpaidforthehorse,”hesaidtohimselfwhenhehadgothometohisownroom,andwasemptyingallthemoneyintoaheapinthemiddleofthefloor.“ThatwillvexGreatClauswhenhehearshowrichIhavegrownthroughmyonehorse;butIwon'ttellhimaboutitoutright.”
SohesentaboytoGreatClaustoaskforabushelmeasure.
“Whatcanhewantwithit?”thoughtGreatClaus.Andhesmearedsometarunderneaththemeasure,sothatsomepartofwhateverwasmeasuredshouldsticktoit.Andthusithappened;forwhenhereceivedthemeasureback,therewerethreenewthree-pennypiecesadheringthereto.
“What'sthis?”criedGreatClaus;andheranoffatoncetoLittleClaus.“Wheredidyougetallthatmoneyfrom?”
“Oh,that'sformyhorse'sskin.Isoldityesterdayevening.”
“That'sreallybeingwellpaid,”saidGreatClaus.Andheranhomeinahurry,tookanaxe,andkilledallhisfourhorses;thenheflayedthem,andcarriedofftheirskinstothetown.
“Hides!Hides!Who'llbuyanyhides?”hecriedthroughthestreets.
Alltheshoemakersandtannerscamerunning,andaskedhowmuchhewantedforthem.
“Abushelofmoneyforeach!”saidGreatClaus.
“Areyoumad?”saidthey.“Doyouthinkwehavemoneybythebushel?”
“Hides!Hides!”hecriedagain;andtoallwhoaskedhimwhatthehideswouldcosthereplied,“Abushelofmoney.”
“Hewantstomakefoolsofus,”theyallexclaimed.Andtheshoemakerstooktheirstraps,andthetannerstheiraprons,andtheybegantobeatGreatClaus.
“Hides!Hides!”theycalledafterhim,jeeringly.“Yes,we'11tanyourhideforyoutilltheredbrothrunsdown.Outofthetownwithhim!”AndGreatClausmadethebesthastehecould,forhehadneveryetbeenthrashedashewasthrashednow.
“Well,”saidhewhenhegothome,“LittleClausshallpayforthis.I'llkillhimforit.”