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安徒生童话THESTORYOFTHEYEAR
1872
FAIRYTALESOFHANSCHRISTIANANDERSEN
THESTORYOFTHEYEAR
byHansChristianAndersen
ITwasneartheendofJanuary,andaterriblefallofsnowwas
peltingdown,andwhirlingthroughthestreetsandlanes;the
windowswereplasteredwithsnowontheoutside,snowfellinmasses
fromtheroofs.Everyoneseemedinagreathurry;theyran,they
flew,fellintoeachother'sarms,holdingfastforamomentaslong
astheycouldstandsafely.Coachesandhorseslookedasiftheyhad
beenfrostedwithsugar.Thefootmenstoodwiththeirbacksagainst
thecarriages,soastoturntheirfacesfromthewind.Thefoot
passengerskeptwithintheshelterofthecarriages,whichcould
onlymoveslowlyoninthedeepsnow.Atlastthestormabated,and
anarrowpathwassweptcleaninfrontofthehouses;whentwopersons
metinthispaththeystoodstill,forneitherlikedtotakethefirst
stepononesideintothedeepsnowtolettheotherpasshim.There
theystoodsilentandmotionless,tillatlast,asifbytacit
consent,theyeachsacrificedalegandburieditinthedeepsnow.
Towardsevening,theweatherbecamecalm.Thesky,clearedfromthe
snow,lookedmoreloftyandtransparent,whilethestarsshonewith
newbrightnessandpurity.Thefrozensnowcrackledunderfoot,and
wasquitefirmenoughtobearthesparrows,whohoppeduponitin
themorningdawn.Theysearchedforfoodinthepathwhichhadbeen
swept,buttherewasverylittleforthem,andtheywereterribly
cold."Tweet,tweet,"saidonetoanother;theycallthisanew
year,butIthinkitisworsethanthelast.Wemightjustaswell
havekepttheoldyear;I'mquiteunhappy,andIhavearighttobe
so."
"Yes,youhave;andyetthepeopleranaboutandfiredoffguns,
tousherinthenewyear,"saidalittleshiveringsparrow."They
threwthingsagainstthedoors,andwerequitebesidethemselves
withjoy,becausetheoldyearhaddisappeared.Iwasgladtoo,for
Iexpectedweshouldhavesomewarmdays,butmyhopeshavecometo
nothing.Itfreezesharderthanever;Ithinkmankindhavemadea
mistakeinreckoningtime."
"Thattheyhave,"saidathird,anoldsparrowwithawhite
poll;"theyhavesomethingtheycallacalendar;it'saninvention
oftheirown,andeverythingmustbearrangedaccordingtoit,but
itwon'tdo.Whenspringcomes,thentheyearbegins.Itisthe
voiceofnature,andIreckonbythat."
"Butwhenwillspringcome?
"askedtheothers.
"Itwillcomewhenthestorkreturns,butheisveryuncertain,
andhereinthetownnooneknowsanythingaboutit.Inthecountry
theyhavemoreknowledge;shallweflyawaythereandwait?
weshall
benearertospringthen,certainly."
"Thatmaybeallverywell,"saidanothersparrow,whohadbeen
hoppingaboutforalongtime,chirping,butnotsayinganythingof
consequence,"butIhavefoundafewcomfortshereintownwhich,
I'mafraid,Ishouldmissoutinthecountry.Hereinthis
neighborhood,therelivesafamilyofpeoplewhohavebeensosensible
astoplacethreeorfourflower-potsagainstthewallinthe
court-yard,sothattheopeningsareallturnedinward,andthebottom
ofeachpointsoutward.Inthelatteraholehasbeencutlargeenough
formetoflyinandout.Iandmyhusbandhavebuiltanestinoneof
thesepots,andallouryoungones,whohavenowflownaway,were
broughtupthere.Thepeoplewholivethereofcoursemadethewhole
arrangementthattheymighthavethepleasureofseeingus,orthey
wouldnothavedoneit.Itpleasedthemalsotostrewbread-crumbsfor
us,andsowehavefood,andmayconsiderourselvesprovidedfor.SoI
thinkmyhusbandandIwillstaywhereweare;althoughwearenot
veryhappy,butweshallstay."
"Andwewillflyintothecountry,"saidtheothers,"toseeif
springiscoming."Andawaytheyflew.
Inthecountryitwasreallywinter,afewdegreescolderthan
inthetown.Thesharpwindsblewoverthesnow-coveredfields.The
farmer,wrappedinwarmclothing,satinhissleigh,andbeathisarms
acrosshischesttokeepoffthecold.Thewhiplayonhislap.The
horsesrantilltheysmoked.Thesnowcrackled,thesparrowshopped
aboutinthewheel-ruts,andshivered,crying,"Tweet,tweet;when
willspringcome?
Itisverylongincoming."
"Verylongindeed,"soundedoverthefield,fromthenearest
snow-coveredhill.Itmighthavebeentheechowhichpeopleheard,
orperhapsthewordsofthatwonderfuloldman,whosathighonaheap
ofsnow,regardlessofwindorweather.Hewasallinwhite;hehadon
apeasant'scoarsewhitecoatoffrieze.Hehadlongwhitehair,a
paleface,andlargeclearblueeyes."Whoisthatoldman?
"askedthe
sparrows.
"Iknowwhoheis,"saidanoldraven,whosatonthefence,and
wascondescendingenoughtoacknowledgethatweareallequalinthe
sightofHeaven,evenaslittlebirds,andthereforehetalkedwith
thesparrows,andgavethemtheinformationtheywanted."Iknowwho
theoldmanis,"hesaid."ItisWinter,theoldmanoflastyear;
heisnotdeadyet,asthecalendarsays,butactsasguardianto
littlePrinceSpringwhoiscoming.Winterrulesherestill.Ugh!
thecoldmakesyoushiver,littleones,doesitnot?
"
"There!
DidInottellyouso?
"saidthesmallestofthesparrows.
"Thecalendarisonlyaninventionofman,andisnotarranged
accordingtonature.Theyshouldleavethesethingstous;weare
createdsomuchmorecleverthantheyare."
Oneweekpassed,andthenanother.Theforestlookeddark,the
hard-frozenlakelaylikeasheetoflead.Themountainshad
disappeared,foroverthelandhungdamp,icymists.Largeblackcrows
flewaboutinsilence;itwasasifnatureslept.Atlengtha
sunbeamglidedoverthelake,anditshonelikeburnishedsilver.
Butthesnowonthefieldsandthehillsdidnotglitterasbefore.
ThewhiteformofWintersattherestill,withhisun-wanderinggaze
fixedonthesouth.Hedidnotperceivethatthesnowycarpetseemed
tosinkasitwereintotheearth;thathereandtherealittle
greenpatchofgrassappeared,andthatthesepatcheswerecovered
withsparrows.
"Tee-wit,tee-wit;isspringcomingatlast?
"
Spring!
Howthecryresoundedoverfieldandmeadow,andthrough
thedark-brownwoods,wherethefreshgreenmossstillgleamedon
thetrunksofthetrees,andfromthesouthcamethetwofirst
storksflyingthroughtheair,andonthebackofeachsatalovely
littlechild,aboyandagirl.Theygreetedtheearthwithakiss,
andwherevertheyplacedtheirfeetwhiteflowerssprungupfrom
beneaththesnow.Handinhandtheyapproachedtheoldice-man,
Winter,embracedhimandclungtohisbreast;andastheydidso,ina
momentallthreewereenvelopedinathick,dampmist,darkandheavy,
thatclosedoverthemlikeaveil.Thewindarosewithmightyrustling
tone,andclearedawaythemist.Thenthesunshoneoutwarmly.Winter
hadvanishedaway,andthebeautifulchildrenofSpringsatonthe
throneoftheyear.
"Thisisreallyanewyear,"criedallthesparrows,"nowweshall
getourrights,andhavesomereturnforwhatwesufferedinwinter."
Whereverthetwochildrenwandered,greenbudsburstforthonbush
andtree,thegrassgrewhigher,andthecorn-fieldsbecamelovely
indelicategreen.
Thelittlemaidenstrewedflowersinherpath.Sheheldher
apronbeforeher:
itwasfullofflowers;itwasasiftheysprung
intolifethere,forthemoreshescatteredaroundher,themore
flowersdidheraproncontain.Eagerlysheshoweredsnowyblossoms
overappleandpeach-trees,sothattheystoodinfullbeautybefore
eventheirgreenleaveshadburstfromthebud.Thentheboyandthe
girlclappedtheirhands,andtroopsofbirdscameflyingby,noone
knewfromwhence,andtheyalltwitteredandchirped,singing
"Springhascome!
"Howbeautifuleverythingwas!
Manyanolddamecame
forthfromherdoorintothesunshine,andshuffledaboutwithgreat
delight,glancingatthegoldenflowerswhichglitteredeverywhere
inthefields,astheyusedtodoinheryoungdays.Theworldgrew
youngagaintoher,asshesaid,"Itisablessedtimeouthere
to-day."Theforestalreadyworeitsdressofdark-greenbuds.The
thymeblossomedinfreshfragrance.Primrosesandanemonessprung
forth,andvioletsbloomedintheshade,whileeverybladeofgrass
wasfullofstrengthandsap.Whocouldresistsittingdownonsuch
abeautifulcarpet?
andthentheyoungchildrenofSpringseated
themselves,holdingeachother'shands,andsang,andlaughed,and
grew.Agentlerainfelluponthemfromthesky,buttheydidnot
noticeit,fortherain-dropsweretheirowntearsofjoy.Theykissed
eachother,andwerebetrothed;andinthesamemomentthebudsofthe
treesunfolded,andwhenthesunrose,theforestwasgreen.Handin
handthetwowanderedbeneaththefreshpendantcanopyoffoliage,
whilethesun'sraysgleamedthroughtheopeningoftheshade,in
changingandvariedcolors.Thedelicateyoungleavesfilledtheair
withrefreshingodor.Merrilyrippledtheclearbrooksandrivulets
betweenthegreen,velvetyrushes,andoverthemany-coloredpebbles
beneath.Allnaturespokeofabundanceandplenty.Thecuckoosang,
andthelarkcarolled,foritwasnowbeautifulspring.Thecareful
willowshad,however,coveredtheirblossomswithwoollygloves;and
thiscarefulnessisrathertedious.Daysandweekswentby,andthe
heatincreased.Warmairwavedthecornasitgrewgoldeninthe
sun.Thewhitenorthernlilyspreaditslargegreenleavesoverthe
glossymirrorofthewoodlandlake,andthefishessoughtthe
shadowsbeneaththem.Inashelteredpartofthewood,thesunshone
uponthewallsofafarm-house,