安徒生童话-第82章

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ldbe　a　sin　to　tear　up　a　book　like　this。　You　are　a　clever　man；　and　apractical　man；　but　you　understand　no　more　about　poetry　than　thatcask　yonder。〃

This　was　a　very　rude　speech；　especially　against　the　cask；　butthe　huckster　and　the　student　both　laughed；　for　it　was　only　said　infun。　But　the　goblin　felt　very　angry　that　any　man　should　venture　to　saysuch　things　to　a　huckster　who　was　a　householder　and　sold　the　bestbutter。　As　soon　as　it　was　night；　and　the　shop　closed；　and　every　one　inbed　except　the　student；　the　goblin　stepped　softly　into　the　bedroomwhere　the　huckster's　wife　slept；　and　took　away　her　tongue；　which　ofcourse；　she　did　not　then　want。　Whatever　object　in　the　room　he　placedhis　tongue　upon　immediately　received　voice　and　speech；　and　was　able　toexpress　its　thoughts　and　feelings　as　readily　as　the　lady　herself　coulddo。　It　could　only　be　used　by　one　object　at　a　time；　which　was　a　goodthing；　as　a　number　speaking　at　once　would　have　caused　great　confusion。The　goblin　laid　the　tongue　upon　the　cask；　in　which　lay　a　quantity　ofold　newspapers。

〃Is　it　really　true；〃　he　asked；　that　you　do　not　know　what　poetryis？〃

〃Of　course　I　know；〃　replied　the　cask：　〃poetry　is　something　thatalways　stand　in　the　corner　of　a　newspaper；　and　is　sometimes　cut　out；and　I　may　venture　to　affirm　that　I　have　more　of　it　in　me　than　thestudent　has；　and　I　am　only　a　poor　tub　of　the　huckster's。〃

Then　the　goblin　placed　the　tongue　on　the　coffee　mill；　and　how　itdid　go　to　be　sure！　Then　he　put　it　on　the　butter　tub　and　the　cashbox；　and　they　all　expressed　the　same　opinion　as　the　waste…paper　tub；and　a　majority　must　always　be　respected。

〃Now　I　shall　go　and　tell　the　student；〃　said　the　goblin；　and　withthese　words　he　went　quietly　up　the　back　stairs　to　the　garret　where　thestudent　lived。　He　had　a　candle　burning　still；　and　the　goblin　peepedthrough　the　keyhole　and　saw　that　he　was　reading　in　the　torn　book；which　he　had　brought　out　of　the　shop。　But　how　light　the　room　was！　Fromthe　book　shot　forth　a　ray　of　light　which　grew　broad　and　full；　like　thestem　of　a　tree；　from　which　bright　rays　spread　upward　and　over　thestudent's　head。　Each　leaf　was　fresh；　and　each　flower　was　like　abeautiful　female　head；　some　with　dark　and　sparkling　eyes；　and　otherswith　eyes　that　were　wonderfully　blue　and　clear。　The　fruit　gleamed　likestars；　and　the　room　was　filled　with　sounds　of　beautiful　music。　Thelittle　goblin　had　never　imagined；　much　less　seen　or　heard　of；　anysight　so　glorious　as　this。　He　stood　still　on　tiptoe；　peeping　in；till　the　light　went　out　in　the　garret。　The　student　no　doubt　hadblown　out　his　candle　and　gone　to　bed；　but　the　little　goblin　remainedstanding　there　nevertheless；　and　listening　to　the　music　which　stillsounded　on；　soft　and　beautiful；　a　sweet　cradle…song　for　the　student；who　had　lain　down　to　rest。〃

〃This　is　a　wonderful　place；〃　said　the　goblin；　〃I　never　expectedsuch　a　thing。　I　should　like　to　stay　here　with　the　student；〃　and　thelittle　man　thought　it　over；　for　he　was　a　sensible　little　spirit。　Atlast　he　sighed；　〃but　the　student　has　no　jam！〃　So　he　went　down　stairsagain　into　the　huckster's　shop；　and　it　was　a　good　thing　he　got　backwhen　he　did；　for　the　cask　had　almost　worn　out　the　lady's　tongue；　hehad　given　a　description　of　all　that　he　contained　on　one　side；　andwas　just　about　to　turn　himself　over　to　the　other　side　to　describe　whatwas　there；　when　the　goblin　entered　and　restored　the　tongue　to　thelady。　But　from　that　time　forward；　the　whole　shop；　from　the　cash　boxdown　to　the　pinewood　logs；　formed　their　opinions　from　that　of　thecask；　and　they　all　had　such　confidence　in　him；　and　treated　him　with　somuch　respect；　that　when　the　huckster　read　the　criticisms　ontheatricals　and　art　of　an　evening；　they　fancied　it　must　all　efrom　the　cask。

But　after　what　he　had　seen；　the　goblin　could　no　longer　sit　andlisten　quietly　to　the　wisdom　and　understanding　down　stairs；　so；　assoon　as　the　evening　light　glimmered　in　the　garret；　he　took　courage；for　it　seemed　to　him　as　if　the　rays　of　light　were　strong　cables；drawing　him　up；　and　obliging　him　to　go　and　peep　through　the　keyhole；and；　while　there；　a　feeling　of　vastness　came　over　him　such　as　weexperience　by　the　ever…moving　sea；　when　the　storm　breaks　forth；　and　itbrought　tears　into　his　eyes。　He　did　not　himself　know　why　he　wept；yet　a　kind　of　pleasant　feeling　mingled　with　his　tears。　〃Howwonderfully　glorious　it　would　be　to　sit　with　the　student　under　sucha　tree；〃　but　that　was　out　of　the　question；　he　must　be　content　tolook　through　the　keyhole；　and　be　thankful　for　even　that。

There　he　stood　on　the　old　landing；　with　the　autumn　wind　blowingdown　upon　him　through　the　trap…door。　It　was　very　cold；　but　thelittle　creature　did　not　really　feel　it；　till　the　light　in　the　garretwent　out；　and　the　tones　of　music　died　away。　Then　how　he　shivered；and　crept　down　stairs　again　to　his　warm　corner；　where　it　felthome…like　and　fortable。　And　when　Christmas　came　again；　andbrought　the　dish　of　jam　and　the　great　lump　of　butter；　he　liked　thehuckster　best　of　all。

Soon　after；　in　the　middle　of　the　night；　the　goblin　was　awoke　bya　terrible　noise　and　knocking　against　the　window　shutters　and　thehouse　doors；　and　by　the　sound　of　the　watchman's　horn；　for　a　great　firehad　broken　out；　and　the　whole　street　appeared　full　of　flames。　Was　itin　their　house；　or　a　neighbor's？　No　one　could　tell；　for　terror　hadseized　upon　all。　The　huckster's　wife　was　so　bewildered　that　she　tookher　gold　ear…rings　out　of　her　ears　and　put　them　in　her　pocket；　thatshe　might　save　something　at　least。　The　huckster　ran　to　get　hisbusiness　papers；　and　the　servant　resolved　to　save　her　blue　silkmantle；　which　she　had　managed　to　buy。　Each　wished　to　keep　the　bestthings　they　had。　The　goblin　had　the　same　wish；　for；　with　one　spring；he　was　up　stairs　and　in　the　student's　room；　whom　he　found　standingby　the　open　window；　and　looking　quite　calmly　at　the　fire；　which　wasraging　at　the　house　of　a　neighbor　opposite。　The　goblin　caught　up　thewonderful　book　which　lay　on　the　table；　and　popped　it　into　his　red　cap；which　he　held　tightly　with　both　hands。　The　greatest　treasure　in　thehouse　was　saved；　and　he　ran　away　with　it　to　the　roof；　and　seatedhimself　on　the　chimney。　The　flames　of　the　burning　house　oppositeilluminated　him　as　he　sat；　both　hands　pressed　tightly　over　his　cap；　inwhich　the　treasure　lay；　and　then　he　found　out　what　feelings　reallyreigned　in　his　heart；　and　knew　exactly　which　way　they　tended。　And　yet；when　the　fire　was　extinguished；　and　the　goblin　again　began　to　reflect；he　hesitated；　and　said　at　last；　〃I　must　divide　myself　between　the　two；I　cannot　quite　give　up　the　huckster；　because　of　the　jam。〃

And　this　is　a　representation　of　human　nature。　We　are　like　thegoblin；　we　all　go　to　visit　the　huckster　〃because　of　the　jam。〃

THE　END。

　　1872

　FAIRY　TALES　OF　HANS　CHRISTIAN　ANDERSEN

　　THE　GOLDEN　TREASURE

　　　by　Hans　Christian　Andersen

THE　drummer's　wife　went　into　the　church。　She　saw　the　new　altarwith　the　painted　pictures　and　the　carved　angels。　Those　upon　the　canvasand　in　the　glory　over　the　altar　were　just　as　beautiful　as　the　carvedones；　and　they　were　painted　and　gilt　into　the　bargain。　Their　hairgleamed　golden　in　the　sunshine；　lovely　to　behold；　but　the　realsunshine　was　more　beautiful　still。　It　shone　redder；　clearer　throughthe　dark　trees；　when　the　sun　went　down。　It　was　lovely　thus　to　lookat　the　sunshine　of　heaven。　And　she　looked　at　the　red　sun；　and　shethought　about　it　so　deeply；　and　thought　of　the　little　one　whom　thestork　was　to　bring；　and　the　wife　of　the　drummer　was　very　cheerful；　andlooked　and　looked；　and　wished　that　the　child　might　have　a　gleam　ofsunshine　given　to　it；　so　that　it　might　at　least　bee　like　one　of　theshining　angels　over　the　altar。

And　when　she　really　had　the　little　child　in　her　arms；　and　heldit　up　to　its　father；　then　it　was　like　one　of　the　angels　in　thechurch　to　behold；　with　hair　like　gold…　the　gleam　of　the　setting　sunwas　upon　it。

〃My　golden　treasure；　my　riches；　my　sunshine！〃　said　the　mother；　andshe　kissed　the　shining　locks；　and　it　sounded　like　music　and　song　inthe　room　of　the　drummer；　and　there　was　joy；　and　life；　and　movement。The　drummer　beat　a　roll…　a　roll　of　joy。　And　the　Drum　said…　theFire…drum；　that　was　beaten　when　there　was　a　fire　in　the　town：

〃Red　hair！　the　little　fellow　has　red　hair！　Believe　the　drum；　andnot　what　your　mother　says！　Rub…a　dub；　rub…a　dub！〃

And　the　town　repeated　what　the　Fire…drum　had　said。

The　boy　was　taken　to　church；　the　boy　was　christened。　There　wasnothing　much　to　be　said　about　his　name；　he　was　called　Peter。　The　wholetown；　and　the　Drum　too；　called　him　Peter　the　drummer's　boy　with　thered　hair；　but　his　mother　kissed　his　red　hair；　and　called　him　hergolden　treasure。

In　the　hollow　way　in　the　clayey　bank；　many　had　scratched　theirnames　as　a　remembrance。

〃Celebrity　is　always　something！〃　said　the　drummer；　and　so　hescratched　his　own　name　there；　and　his　little　son's　name　likewise。

And　the　swallows　came。　They　had；　on　their　long　journey；　seenmore　durable　characters　engraven　on　rocks；　and　on　the　walls　of　thetemples　in　Hindostan；　mighty　deeds　of　great　kings；　immortal　names；so　old　that　no　one　now　could　read　or　speak　them。　Remarkable　celebrity！

In　the　clayey　bank　the　martens　built　their　nest。　They　boredholes　in　the　deep　declivity；　and　the　splashing　rain　and　the　thinmist　came　and　crumbled　and　washed　the　names　away；　and　the　drummer'sname　also；　and　tha