安徒生童话- 第232部分

〃When　will　Spring　e？〃　asked　the　sparrows；　〃for　we　shall　havebetter　times　then；　and　a　better　rule。　The　old　times　are　worthnothing。〃

And　in　quiet　thought　old　Winter　looked　at　the　leafless　forest；where　the　graceful　form　and　bends　of　each　tree　and　branch　could　beseen；　and　while　Winter　slept；　icy　mists　came　from　the　clouds；　andthe　ruler　dreamt　of　his　youthful　days　and　of　his　manhood；　and　in　themorning　dawn　the　whole　forest　glittered　with　hoar　frost；　which　the　sunshook　from　the　branches；…　and　this　was　the　summer　dream　of　Winter。

〃When　will　Spring　e？〃　asked　the　sparrows。　〃Spring！〃　Again　theecho　sounded　from　the　hills　on　which　the　snow　lay。　The　sunshine　becamewarmer；　the　snow　melted；　and　the　birds　twittered；　〃Spring　ising！〃　And　high　in　the　air　flew　the　first　stork；　and　the　secondfollowed；　a　lovely　child　sat　on　the　back　of　each；　and　they　sank　downon　the　open　field；　kissed　the　earth；　and　kissed　the　quiet　old　man；and；　as　the　mist　from　the　mountain　top；　he　vanished　away　anddisappeared。　And　the　story　of　the　year　was　finished。

〃This　is　all　very　fine；　no　doubt；〃　said　the　sparrows；　〃and　it　isvery　beautiful；　but　it　is　not　according　to　the　calendar；　therefore；　itmust　be　all　wrong。〃

THE　END。

　　1872

　FAIRY　TALES　OF　HANS　CHRISTIAN　ANDERSEN

　　THE　SUNBEAM　AND　THE　CAPTIVE

　　　by　Hans　Christian　Andersen

IT　is　autumn。　We　stand　on　the　ramparts；　and　look　out　over　the　sea。We　look　at　the　numerous　ships；　and　at　the　Swedish　coast　on　theopposite　side　of　the　sound；　rising　far　above　the　surface　of　the　waterswhich　mirror　the　glow　of　the　evening　sky。　Behind　us　the　wood　issharply　defined；　mighty　trees　surround　us；　and　the　yellow　leavesflutter　down　from　the　branches。　Below；　at　the　foot　of　the　wall；　standsa　gloomy　looking　building　enclosed　in　palisades。　The　space　betweenis　dark　and　narrow；　but　still　more　dismal　must　it　be　behind　the　irongratings　in　the　wall　which　cover　the　narrow　loopholes　or　windows；for　in　these　dungeons　the　most　depraved　of　the　criminals　are　confined。A　ray　of　the　setting　sun　shoots　into　the　bare　cells　of　one　of　thecaptives；　for　God's　sun　shines　upon　the　evil　and　the　good。　Thehardened　criminal　casts　an　impatient　look　at　the　bright　ray。　Then　alittle　bird　flies　towards　the　grating；　for　birds　twitter　to　the　justas　well　as　to　the　unjust。　He　only　cries；　〃Tweet；　tweet；〃　and　thenperches　himself　near　the　grating；　flutters　his　wings；　pecks　afeather　from　one　of　them；　puffs　himself　out；　and　sets　his　featherson　end　round　his　breast　and　throat。　The　bad；　chained　man　looks　at　him；and　a　more　gentle　expression　es　into　his　hard　face。　In　his　breastthere　rises　a　thought　which　he　himself　cannot　rightly　analyze；　but　thethought　has　some　connection　with　the　sunbeam；　with　the　bird；　andwith　the　scent　of　violets；　which　grow　luxuriantly　in　spring　at　thefoot　of　the　wall。　Then　there　es　the　sound　of　the　hunter's　horn；merry　and　full。　The　little　bird　starts；　and　flies　away；　the　sunbeamgradually　vanishes；　and　again　there　is　darkness　in　the　room　and　in　theheart　of　that　bad　man。　Still　the　sun　has　shone　into　that　heart；　andthe　twittering　of　the　bird　has　touched　it。

Sound　on；　ye　glorious　strains　of　the　hunter's　horn；　continueyour　stirring　tones；　for　the　evening　is　mild；　and　the　surface　of　thesea；　heaving　slowly　and　calmly；　is　smooth　as　a　mirror。

THE　END。
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　　1872

　FAIRY　TALES　OF　HANS　CHRISTIAN　ANDERSEN

THE　SWAN'S　NEST

　　　by　Hans　Christian　Andersen

BETWEEN　the　Baltic　and　the　North　Sea　there　lies　an　old　swan'snest；　wherein　swans　are　born　and　have　been　born　that　shall　never　die。

In　olden　times　a　flock　of　swans　flew　over　the　Alps　to　the　greenplains　around　Milan；　where　it　was　delightful　to　dwell。　This　flightof　swans　men　called　the　Lombards。

Another　flock；　with　shining　plumage　and　honest　eyes；　soaredsouthward　to　Byzantium；　the　swans　established　themselves　there　closeby　the　Emperor's　throne；　and　spread　their　wings　over　him　as　shields　toprotect　him。　They　received　the　name　of　Varangians。

On　the　coast　of　France　there　sounded　a　cry　of　fear；　for　theblood…stained　swans　that　came　from　the　North　with　fire　under　theirwings；　and　the　people　prayed；　〃Heaven　deliver　us　from　the　wildNorthmen。〃

On　the　fresh　sward　of　England　stood　the　Danish　swan　by　the　openseashore；　with　the　crown　of　three　kingdoms　on　his　head；　and　hestretched　out　his　golden　sceptre　over　the　land。　The　heathens　on　thePomerian　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　thenest。　A　light　shone　far　through　the　air；　far　over　the　lands　of　theearth；　the　swan；　with　the　strong　beating　of　his　wings；　scattered　thetwilight　mists；　and　the　starry　sky　was　seen；　and　it　was　as　if　itcame　nearer　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　lethis　pinions　glide　over　the　strings　of　the　golden　harp；　and　itresounded　through　the　North。　Norway's　mountains　seemed　to　risehigher　in　the　sunlight　of　former　days；　there　was　a　rustling　amongthe　pine　trees　and　the　birches；　the　gods　of　the　North；　the　heroes；　andthe　noble　women；　showed　themselves　in　the　dark　forest　depths。

We　have　seen　a　swan　beat　with　his　wings　upon　the　marble　crag；　sothat　it　burst；　and　the　forms　of　beauty　imprisoned　in　the　stone　steppedout　to　the　sunny　day；　and　men　in　the　lands　round　about　lifted　up　theirheads　to　behold　these　mighty　forms。

We　have　seen　a　third　swan　spinning　the　thread　of　thought　that　isfastened　from　country　to　country　round　the　world；　so　that　the　word　mayfly　with　lightning　speed　from　land　to　land。

And　our　Lord　loves　the　old　swan's　nest　between　the　Baltic　andthe　North　Sea。　And　when　the　mighty　birds　e　soaring　through　theair　to　destroy　it；　even　the　callow　young　stand　round　in　a　circle　onthe　margin　of　the　nest；　and　though　their　breasts　may　be　struck　so　thattheir　blood　flows；　they　bear　it；　and　strike　with　their　wings　and　theirclaws。

Centuries　will　pass　by；　swans　will　fly　forth　from　the　nest；　menwill　see　them　and　hear　them　in　the　world；　before　it　shall　be　said　inspirit　and　in　truth；　〃This　is　the　last　swan…　the　last　song　from　theswan's　nest。〃

THE　END。

　　1872

　FAIRY　TALES　OF　HANS　CHRISTIAN　ANDERSEN

　THE　SWINEHERD

　　　by　Hans　Christian　Andersen

ONCE　upon　a　time　lived　a　poor　prince；　his　kingdom　was　verysmall；　but　it　was　large　enough　to　enable　him　to　marry；　and　marry　hewould。　It　was　rather　bold　of　him　that　he　went　and　asked　theemperor's　daughter：　〃Will　you　marry　me？〃　but　he　ventured　to　do　so；　forhis　name　was　known　far　and　wide；　and　there　were　hundreds　of　princesseswho　would　have　gladly　accepted　him；　but　would　she　do　so？　Now　weshall　see。

On　the　grave　of　the　prince's　father　grew　a　rose…tree；　the　mostbeautiful　of　its　kind。　It　bloomed　only　once　in　five　years；　and　then　ithad　only　one　single　rose　upon　it；　but　what　a　rose！　It　had　such　a　sweetscent　that　one　instantly　forgot　all　sorrow　and　grief　when　one　smeltit。　He　had　also　a　nightingale；　which　could　sing　as　if　every　sweetmelody　was　in　its　throat。　This　rose　and　the　nightingale　he　wished　togive　to　the　princess；　and　therefore　both　wer