安徒生童话THE GARDEN OF PARADISE.docx

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安徒生童话THEGARDENOFPARADISE

1872

FAIRYTALESOFHANSCHRISTIANANDERSEN

THEGARDENOFPARADISE

byHansChristianAndersen

THEREwasonceaking'ssonwhohadalargerandmorebeautiful

collectionofbooksthananyoneelseintheworld,andfullof

splendidcopper-plateengravings.Hecouldreadandobtaininformation

respectingeverypeopleofeveryland;butnotawordcouldhefindto

explainthesituationofthegardenofparadise,andthiswasjust

whathemostwishedtoknow.Hisgrandmotherhadtoldhimwhenhe

wasquitealittleboy,justoldenoughtogotoschool,thateach

flowerinthegardenofparadisewasasweetcake,thatthepistils

werefullofrichwine,thatononeflowerhistorywaswritten,on

anothergeographyortables;sothosewhowishedtolearntheir

lessonshadonlytoeatsomeofthecakes,andthemoretheyate,

themorehistory,geography,ortablestheyknew.Hebelieveditall

then;butashegrewolder,andlearntmoreandmore,hebecamewise

enoughtounderstandthatthesplendorofthegardenofparadise

mustbeverydifferenttoallthis."Oh,whydidEvepluckthefruit

fromthetreeofknowledge?

whydidAdameattheforbiddenfruit?

"

thoughttheking'sson:

"ifIhadbeenthereitwouldneverhave

happened,andtherewouldhavebeennosinintheworld."Thegarden

ofparadiseoccupiedallhisthoughtstillhereachedhis

seventeenthyear.

Onedayhewaswalkingaloneinthewood,whichwashisgreatest

pleasure,wheneveningcameon.Thecloudsgathered,andtherain

poureddownasiftheskyhadbeenawaterspout;anditwasasdarkas

thebottomofawellatmidnight;sometimesheslippedoverthesmooth

grass,orfelloverstonesthatprojectedoutoftherockyground.

Everythingwasdrippingwithmoisture,andthepoorprincehadnot

adrythreadabouthim.Hewasobligedatlasttoclimbovergreat

blocksofstone,withwaterspurtingfromthethickmoss.Hebegan

tofeelquitefaint,whenheheardamostsingularrushingnoise,

andsawbeforehimalargecave,fromwhichcameablazeoflight.

Inthemiddleofthecaveanimmensefirewasburning,andanoble

stag,withitsbranchinghorns,wasplacedonaspitbetweenthe

trunksoftwopine-trees.Itwasturningslowlybeforethefire,and

anelderlywoman,aslargeandstrongasifshehadbeenamanin

disguise,satby,throwingonepieceofwoodafteranotherintothe

flames.

"Comein,"shesaidtotheprince;"sitdownbythefireanddry

yourself."

"Thereisagreatdraughthere,"saidtheprince,asheseated

himselfontheground.

"Itwillbeworsewhenmysonscomehome,"repliedthewoman;"you

arenowinthecavernoftheWinds,andmysonsarethefourWinds

ofheaven:

canyouunderstandthat?

"

"Whereareyoursons?

"askedtheprince.

"Itisdifficulttoanswerstupidquestions,"saidthewoman.

"Mysonshaveplentyofbusinessonhand;theyareplayingat

shuttlecockwiththecloudsupyonderintheking'shall,"andshe

pointedupwards.

"Oh,indeed,"saidtheprince;"butyouspeakmoreroughlyand

harshlyandarenotsogentleasthewomenIamusedto."

"Yes,thatisbecausetheyhavenothingelsetodo;butIam

obligedtobeharsh,tokeepmyboysinorder,andIcandoit,

althoughtheyaresohead-strong.Doyouseethosefoursacks

hangingonthewall?

Well,theyarejustasmuchafraidofthose

sacks,asyouusedtobeoftheratbehindthelooking-glass.Ican

bendtheboystogether,andputtheminthesackswithoutany

resistanceontheirparts,Icantellyou.Theretheystay,anddare

notattempttocomeoutuntilIallowthemtodoso.Andherecomes

oneofthem."

ItwastheNorthWindwhocamein,bringingwithhimacold,

piercingblast;largehailstonesrattledonthefloor,and

snowflakeswerescatteredaroundinalldirections.Heworeabearskin

dressandcloak.Hissealskincapwasdrawnoverhisears,long

icicleshungfromhisbeard,andonehailstoneafteranotherrolled

fromthecollarofhisjacket.

"Don'tgotoonearthefire,"saidtheprince,"oryourhands

andfacewillbefrost-bitten."

"Frost-bitten!

"saidtheNorthWind,withaloudlaugh;"whyfrost

ismygreatestdelight.Whatsortofalittlesnipareyou,andhow

didyoufindyourwaytothecavernoftheWinds?

"

"Heismyguest,"saidtheoldwoman,"andifyouarenot

satisfiedwiththatexplanationyoucangointothesack.Doyou

understandme?

"

Thatsettledthematter.SotheNorthWindbegantorelatehis

adventures,whencehecame,andwherehehadbeenforawholemonth.

"Icomefromthepolarseas,"hesaid;"IhavebeenontheBear's

IslandwiththeRussianwalrus-hunters.Isatandsleptatthehelmof

theirship,astheysailedawayfromNorthCape.SometimeswhenI

woke,thestorm-birdswouldflyaboutmylegs.Theyarecuriousbirds;

theygiveoneflapwiththeirwings,andthenontheiroutstretched

pinionssoarfaraway.

"Don'tmakesuchalongstoryofit,"saidthemotherofthe

winds;"whatsortofaplaceisBear'sIsland?

"

"Averybeautifulplace,withafloorfordancingassmoothand

flatasaplate.Half-meltedsnow,partlycoveredwithmoss,sharp

stones,andskeletonsofwalrusesandpolar-bears,lieallabout,

theirgiganticlimbsinastateofgreendecay.Itwouldseemasif

thesunnevershonethere.Iblewgently,toclearawaythemist,

andthenIsawalittlehut,whichhadbeenbuiltfromthewoodofa

wreck,andwascoveredwiththeskinsofthewalrus,thefleshyside

outwards;itlookedgreenandred,andontheroofsatagrowling

bear.ThenIwenttotheseashore,tolookafterbirds'nests,and

sawtheunfledgednestlingsopeningtheirmouthsandscreamingfor

food.Iblewintothethousandlittlethroats,andquicklystopped

theirscreaming.Fartheronwerethewalruseswithpig'sheads,and

teethayardlong,rollingaboutlikegreatworms.

"Yourelateyouradventuresverywell,myson,"saidthemother,

"itmakesmymouthwatertohearyou.

"Afterthat,"continuedtheNorthWind,"thehuntingcommenced.

Theharpoonwasflungintothebreastofthewalrus,sothatasmoking

streamofbloodspurtedforthlikeafountain,andbesprinkledthe

ice.ThenIthoughtofmyowngame;Ibegantoblow,andsetmyown

ships,thegreaticebergssailing,sothattheymightcrushtheboats.

Oh,howthesailorshowledandcriedout!

butIhowledlouderthan

they.Theywereobligedtounloadtheircargo,andthrowtheir

chestsandthedeadwalrusesontheice.ThenIsprinkledsnowover

them,andleftthemintheircrushedboatstodriftsouthward,and

totastesaltwater.TheywillneverreturntoBear'sIsland."

"Soyouhavedonemischief,"saidthemotheroftheWinds.

"IshallleaveotherstotellthegoodIhavedone,"hereplied.

"ButherecomesmybrotherfromtheWest;Ilikehimbestofall,

forhehasthesmelloftheseaabouthim,andbringsinacold,fresh

airasheenters."

"IsthatthelittleZephyr?

"askedtheprince.

"Yes,itisthelittleZephyr,"saidtheoldwoman;"butheisnot

littlenow.Inyearsgonebyhewasabeautifulboy;nowthatisall

past."

Hecamein,lookinglikeawildman,andheworeaslouchedhatto

protecthisheadfrominjury.Inhishandhecarriedaclub,cut

fromamahoganytreeintheAmericanforests,notatrifletocarry.

"Whencedoyoucome?

"askedthemother.

"Icomefromthewildsoftheforests,wherethethornybrambles

formthickhedgesbetweenthetrees;wherethewater-snakeliesinthe

wetgrass,andmankindseemtobeunknown."

"Whatwereyoudoingthere?

"

"Ilookedintothedeepriver,andsawitrushingdownfromthe

rocks.Thewaterdropsmountedtothecloudsandglitteredinthe

rainbow.Isawthewildbuffaloswimmingintheriver,butthe

strongtidecarriedhimawayamidstaflockofwildducks,which

flewintotheairasthewatersdashedonwards,leavingthebuffaloto

behurledoverthewaterfall.Thispleasedme;soIraisedastorm,

whichrootedupoldtrees,andsentthemfloatingdowntheriver."

"Andwhatelsehaveyoudone?

"askedtheoldwoman.

"Ihaverushedwildlyacrossthesavannahs;Ihavestrokedthe

wildhorses,andshakenthecocoa-nutsfromthetrees.Yes,Ihave

manystoriestorelate;butIneednottelleverythingIknow.You

knowitallverywell,don'tyou,oldlady?

"Andhekissedhis

mothersoroughly,thatshenearlyfellbackwards.Oh,hewas,indeed,

awildfellow.

NowincametheSouthWind,withaturbanandaflowingBedouin

cloak.

"Howcolditishere!

"saidhe,throwingmorewoodonthefire.

"ItiseasytofeelthattheNorthWindhasarrivedherebeforeme."

"Whyitishotenoughheretoroastabear,"saidtheNorthWind.

"Youareabearyourself,"saidtheother.

"Doyouwanttobeputinthesack,bothofyou?

"saidtheold

woman."Sitdown,now,onthatstone,yonder,andtellmewhereyou

havebeen."

"InAfrica,mother.IwentoutwiththeHottentots,whowere

lion-huntingintheKaffirland,wheretheplainsarecoveredwith

grassthecolorofagreenolive;andhereIranraceswiththe

ostrich,butIsoonoutstrippedhiminswiftness.AtlastIcameto

thedesert,inwhichliethegoldensands,lookinglikethebottom

ofthesea.HereImetacaravan,andthetravellershadjustkilled

theirlastcamel,toobtainwater;therewasverylittleforthem,and

theycontinuedtheirpainfuljourneybeneaththeburningsun,andover

thehotsands,whichstretchedbeforethemavast,boundlessdesert.

ThenIrolledmyselfintheloosesand,andwhirleditinburning

columnsovertheirheads.Thedromedarysstoodstillinterror,

whilethemerchantsdrewtheircaftansovertheirheads,andthrew

themselvesonthegroundbeforeme,astheydobeforeAllah,their

god.ThenIburied