安徒生童话Little Idas Flowers 小意达的花儿.docx

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安徒生童话LittleIdasFlowers小意达的花儿

安徒生童话：

LittleIda'sFlowers小意达的花儿

MYpoorflowersarequitedead,”saidlittleIda,“theyweresoprettyyesterdayevening,andnowalltheleavesarehangingdownquitewithered.Whatdotheydothatfor,”sheasked,ofthestudentwhosatonthesofa;shelikedhimverymuch,hecouldtellthemostamusingstories,andcutouttheprettiestpictures;hearts,andladiesdancing,castleswithdoorsthatopened,aswellasflowers;hewasadelightfulstudent.“Whydotheflowerslooksofadedto-day?

”sheaskedagain,andpointedtohernosegay,whichwasquitewithered.

“Don’tyouknowwhatisthematterwiththem?

”saidthestudent.“Theflowerswereataballlastnight,andtherefore,itisnowondertheyhangtheirheads.”

“Butflowerscannotdance?

”criedlittleIda.

“Yesindeed,theycan,”repliedthestudent.“Whenitgrowsdark,andeverybodyisasleep,theyjumpaboutquitemerrily.Theyhaveaballalmosteverynight.”

“Canchildrengototheseballs?

”

“Yes,”saidthestudent,“littledaisiesandliliesofthevalley.”

“Wheredothebeautifulflowersdance?

”askedlittleIda.

“Haveyounotoftenseenthelargecastleoutsidethegatesofthetown,wherethekinglivesinsummer,andwherethebeautifulgardenisfullofflowers?

Andhaveyounotfedtheswanswithbreadwhentheyswamtowardsyou?

Well,theflowershavecapitalballsthere,believeme.”

“Iwasinthegardenoutthereyesterdaywithmymother,”saidIda,“butalltheleaveswereoffthetrees,andtherewasnotasingleflowerleft.Wherearethey?

Iusedtoseesomanyinthesummer.”

“Theyareinthecastle,”repliedthestudent.“Youmustknowthatassoonasthekingandallthecourtaregoneintothetown,theflowersrunoutofthegardenintothecastle,andyoushouldseehowmerrytheyare.Thetwomostbeautifulrosesseatthemselvesonthethrone,andarecalledthekingandqueen,thenalltheredcockscombsrangethemselvesoneachside,andbow,thesearethelords-in-waiting.Afterthattheprettyflowerscomein,andthereisagrandball.Thebluevioletsrepresentlittlenavalcadets,anddancewithhyacinthsandcrocuseswhichtheycallyoungladies.Thetulipsandtiger-liliesaretheoldladieswhositandwatchthedancing,sothateverythingmaybeconductedwithorderandpropriety.”

“But,”saidlittleIda,“istherenoonetheretohurttheflowersfordancingintheking’scastle?

”

“Nooneknowsanythingaboutit,”saidthestudent.“Theoldstewardofthecastle,whohastowatchthereatnight,sometimescomesin;buthecarriesagreatbunchofkeys,andassoonastheflowershearthekeysrattle,theyrunandhidethemselvesbehindthelongcurtains,andstandquitestill,justpeepingtheirheadsout.Thentheoldstewardsays,‘Ismellflowershere,’buthecannotseethem.”

“Ohhowcapital,”saidlittleIda,clappingherhands.“ShouldIbeabletoseetheseflowers?

”

“Yes,”saidthestudent,“mindyouthinkofitthenexttimeyougoout,nodoubtyouwillseethem,ifyoupeepthroughthewindow.Ididsoto-day,andIsawalongyellowlilylyingstretchedoutonthesofa.Shewasacourtlady.”

“CantheflowersfromtheBotanicalGardensgototheseballs?

”askedIda.“Itissuchadistance!

”

“Ohyes,”saidthestudent“whenevertheylike,fortheycanfly.Haveyounotseenthosebeautifulred,white.andyellowbutterflies,thatlooklikeflowers?

Theywereflowersonce.Theyhaveflownofftheirstalksintotheair,andflaptheirleavesasiftheywerelittlewingstomakethemfly.Then,iftheybehavewell,theyobtainpermissiontoflyaboutduringtheday,insteadofbeingobligedtositstillontheirstemsathome,andsointimetheirleavesbecomerealwings.Itmaybe,however,thattheflowersintheBotanicalGardenshaveneverbeentotheking’spalace,and,therefore,theyknownothingofthemerrydoingsatnight,whichtakeplacethere.Iwilltellyouwhattodo,andthebotanicalprofessor,wholivesclosebyhere,willbesosurprised.Youknowhimverywell,doyounot?

Well,nexttimeyougointohisgarden,youmusttelloneoftheflowersthatthereisgoingtobeagrandballatthecastle,thenthatflowerwilltellalltheothers,andtheywillflyawaytothecastleassoonaspossible.Andwhentheprofessorwalksintohisgarden,therewillnotbeasingleflowerleft.Howhewillwonderwhathasbecomeofthem!

”

“Buthowcanoneflowertellanother?

Flowerscannotspeak?

”

“No,certainlynot,”repliedthestudent;“buttheycanmakesigns.Haveyounotoftenseenthatwhenthewindblowstheynodatoneanother,andrustlealltheirgreenleaves?

”

“Cantheprofessorunderstandthesigns?

”askedIda.

“Yes,tobesurehecan.Hewentonemorningintohisgarden,andsawastingingnettlemakingsignswithitsleavestoabeautifulredcarnation.Itwassaying,‘Youaresopretty,Ilikeyouverymuch.’Buttheprofessordidnotapproveofsuchnonsense,soheclappedhishandsonthenettletostopit.Thentheleaves,whichareitsfingers,stunghimsosharplythathehasneverventuredtotouchanettlesince.”

“Ohhowfunny!

”saidIda,andshelaughed.

“Howcananyoneputsuchnotionsintoachild’shead?

”saidatiresomelawyer,whohadcometopayavisit,andsatonthesofa.Hedidnotlikethestudent,andwouldgrumblewhenhesawhimcuttingoutdrolloramusingpictures.Sometimesitwouldbeamanhangingonagibbetandholdingaheartinhishandasifhehadbeenstealinghearts.Sometimesitwasanoldwitchridingthroughtheaironabroomandcarryingherhusbandonhernose.Butthelawyerdidnotlikesuchjokes,andhewouldsayashehadjustsaid,“Howcananyoneputsuchnonsenseintoachild’shead!

whatabsurdfanciesthereare!

”

ButtolittleIda,allthesestorieswhichthestudenttoldherabouttheflowers,seemedverydroll,andshethoughtoverthemagreatdeal.Theflowersdidhangtheirheads,becausetheyhadbeendancingallnight,andwereverytired,andmostlikelytheywereill.Thenshetookthemintotheroomwhereanumberoftoyslayonaprettylittletable,andthewholeofthetabledrawerbesideswasfullofbeautifulthings.HerdollSophylayinthedoll’sbedasleep,andlittleIdasaidtoher,“YoumustreallygetupSophy,andbecontenttolieinthedrawerto-night;thepoorflowersareill,andtheymustlieinyourbed,thenperhapstheywillgetwellagain.”Soshetookthedollout,wholookedquitecross,andsaidnotasingleword,forshewasangryatbeingturnedoutofherbed.Idaplacedtheflowersinthedoll’sbed,anddrewthequiltoverthem.Thenshetoldthemtoliequitestillandbegood,whileshemadesometeaforthem,sothattheymightbequitewellandabletogetupthenextmorning.Andshedrewthecurtainscloseroundthelittlebed,sothatthesunmightnotshineintheireyes.Duringthewholeeveningshecouldnothelpthinkingofwhatthestudenthadtoldher.Andbeforeshewenttobedherself,shewasobligedtopeepbehindthecurtainsintothegardenwhereallhermother’sbeautifulflowersgrew,hyacinthsandtulips,andmanyothers.Thenshewhisperedtothemquitesoftly,“Iknowyouaregoingtoaballto-night.”Buttheflowersappearedasiftheydidnotunderstand,andnotaleafmoved;stillIdafeltquitesuresheknewallaboutit.Shelayawakealongtimeaftershewasinbed,thinkinghowprettyitmustbetoseeallthebeautifulflowersdancingintheking’sgarden.“Iwonderifmyflowershavereallybeenthere,”shesaidtoherself,andthenshefellasleep.Inthenightsheawoke;shehadbeendreamingoftheflowersandofthestudent,aswellasofthetiresomelawyerwhofoundfaultwithhim.ItwasquitestillinIda’sbedroom;thenight-lampburntonthetable,andherfatherandmotherwereasleep.“IwonderifmyflowersarestilllyinginSophy’sbed,”shethoughttoherself;“howmuchIshouldliketoknow.”Sheraisedherselfalittle,andglancedatthedooroftheroomwhereallherflowersandplaythingslay;itwaspartlyopen,andasshelistened,itseemedasifsomeoneintheroomwasplayingthepiano,butsoftlyandmoreprettilythanshehadeverbeforeheardit.“Nowalltheflowersarecertainlydancinginthere,”shethought,“ohhowmuchIshouldliketoseethem,”butshedidnotdaremoveforfearofdisturbingherfatherandmother.“Iftheywouldonlycomeinhere,”shethought;buttheydidnotcome,andthemusiccontinuedtoplaysobeautifully,andwassopretty,thatshecouldresistnolonger.Shecreptoutofherlittlebed,wentsoftlytothedoorandlookedintotheroom.Ohwhatasplendidsighttherewastobesure!

Therewasnonight-lampburning,buttheroomappearedquitelight,forthemoonshonethroughthewindowuponthefloor,andmadeitalmostlikeday.Allthehyacinthsandtulipsstoodintwolongrowsdowntheroom,notasingleflowerremainedinthewindow,andtheflower-potswereallempty.Theflowersweredancinggracefullyonthefloor,makingturnsandholdingeachotherbytheirlonggreenleavesastheyswunground.AtthepianosatalargeyellowlilywhichlittleIdawassureshehadseeninthesummer,forsherememberedthestudentsayingshewasverymuchlikeMissLina,oneofIda’sfriends.Theyalllaughedathimthen,butnowitseemedtolittleIdaasifthetall,yellowflowerwasreallyliketheyounglady.Shehadjustthesamemannerswhileplaying,bendingherlongyellowfacefromsidetoside,andnoddingintimetothebeautifulmusic.Thenshesawalargepurplecrocusjumpintothemiddleofthetablewheretheplaythingsstood,gouptothedoll’sbedsteadanddrawbackthecurtains;therelaythesickflowers,buttheygotupdirectly,andnoddedtotheothersasasignthattheywishedtodancewiththem.Theold