安徒生童話05THE FIR TREE樅樹(shù)

<p>[00:42.65]THE FIR TREE<br /> [00:44.16]<br /> [00:44.96]Out in the woods stood a nice little Fir Tree. The place he had was a very<br /> [00:52.37]good one: the sun shone on him: as to fresh air, there was enough of that, and<br /> [00:59.22]round him grew many large-sized comrades, pines as well as firs. But the<br /> [01:05.51]little Fir wanted so very much to be a grown-up tree.<br /> [01:10.94]<br /> [01:11.29]He did not think of the warm sun and of the fresh air; he did not care for the<br /> [01:18.53]little cottage children that ran about and prattled when they were in the<br /> [01:22.88]woods looking for wild-strawberries. The children often came with a whole<br /> [01:27.73]pitcher full of berries, or a long row of them threaded on a straw, and sat<br /> [01:32.35]down near the young tree and said, "Oh, how pretty he is! What a nice little<br /> [01:37.84]fir!" But this was what the Tree could not bear to hear.<br /> [01:43.14]<br /> [01:43.57]At the end of a year he had shot up a good deal, and after another year he was<br /> [01:50.07]another long bit taller; for with fir trees one can always tell by the shoots<br /> [01:55.46]how many years old they are.<br /> [01:58.06]<br /> [01:58.42]"Oh! Were I but such a high tree as the others are," sighed he. "Then I should<br /> [02:07.88]be able to spread out my branches, and with the tops to look into the wide<br /> [02:15.07]world! Then would the birds build nests among my branches: and when there was<br /> [02:23.07]a breeze, I could bend with as much stateliness as the others!"<br /> [02:29.33]<br /> [02:29.66]Neither the sunbeams, nor the birds, nor the red clouds which morning and<br /> [02:37.66]evening sailed above him, gave the little Tree any pleasure.<br /> [02:41.40]<br /> [02:41.77]In winter, when the snow lay glittering on the ground, a hare would often come<br /> [02:48.72]leaping along, and jump right over the little Tree. Oh, that made him so<br /> [02:55.22]angry! But two winters were past, and in the third the Tree was so large that<br /> [03:01.68]the hare was obliged to go round it. "To grow and grow, to get older and be<br /> [03:09.64]tall," thought the Tree--"that, after all, is the most delightful thing in the<br /> [03:17.82]world!"<br /> [03:19.30]<br /> [03:19.65]In autumn the wood-cutters always came and felled some of the largest trees.<br /> [03:27.80]This happened every year; and the young Fir Tree, that had now grown to a very<br /> [03:32.47]comely size, trembled at the sight; for the magnificent great trees fell to<br /> [03:38.62]the earth with noise and cracking, the branches were lopped off, and the trees<br /> [03:44.31]looked long and bare; they were hardly to be recognised; and then they were<br /> [03:52.84]laid in carts, and the horses dragged them out of the wood.<br /> [03:57.59]<br /> [03:57.97]Where did they go to? What became of them?<br /> [04:02.43]<br /> [04:02.70]In spring, when the swallows and the storks came, the Tree asked them, "Don't<br /> [04:09.67]you know where they have been taken? Have you not met them anywhere?"<br /> [04:15.25]<br /> [04:15.52]The swallows did not know anything about it; but the Stork looked musing,<br /> [04:23.60]nodded his head, and said, "Yes; I think I know; I met many ships as I was<br /> [04:32.19]flying hither from Egypt; on the ships were magnificent masts, and I venture<br /> [04:38.88]to assert that it was they that smelt so of fir. I may congratulate you, for<br /> [04:45.65]they lifted themselves on high most majestically!"<br /> [04:50.63]<br /> [04:50.90]"Oh, were I but old enough to fly across the sea! But how does the sea look in<br /> [05:01.54]reality? What is it like?"<br /> [05:04.51]<br /> [05:04.75]"That would take a long time to explain," said the Stork, and with these words<br /> [05:10.65]off he went.<br /> [05:12.72]<br /> [05:13.06]"Rejoice in thy growth!" said the Sunbeams. "Rejoice in thy vigorous growth,<br /> [05:20.53]and in the fresh life that moveth within thee!"<br /> [05:24.42]<br /> [05:24.69]And the Wind kissed the Tree, and the Dew wept tears over him; but the Fir<br /> [05:29.54]understood it not.<br /> [05:32.57]<br /> [05:32.86]When Christmas came, quite young trees were cut down: trees which often were<br /> [05:40.67]not even as large or of the same age as this Fir Tree, who could never rest,<br /> [05:46.42]but always wanted to be off. These young trees, and they were always the<br /> [05:52.25]finest looking, retained their branches; they were laid on carts, and the<br /> [05:57.91]horses drew them out of the wood.<br /> [06:00.95]<br /> [06:01.19]"Where are they going to?" asked the Fir. "They are not taller than I; there<br /> [06:09.21]was one indeed that was considerably shorter; and why do they retain all their<br /> [06:15.61]branches? Whither are they taken?"<br /> [06:19.17]<br /> [06:19.45]"We know! We know!" chirped the Sparrows. "We have peeped in at the windows in<br /> [06:25.33]the town below! We know whither they are taken! The greatest splendor and the<br /> [06:31.48]greatest magnificence one can imagine await them. We peeped through the<br /> [06:36.76]windows, and saw them planted in the middle of the warm room and ornamented<br /> [06:41.48]with the most splendid things, with gilded apples, with gingerbread, with<br /> [06:47.78]toys, and many hundred lights!"<br /> [06:50.79]<br /> [06:51.04]"And then?" asked the Fir Tree, trembling in every bough. "And then? What<br /> [06:57.49]happens then?"<br /> [06:58.81]<br /> [06:59.10]"We did not see anything more: it was incomparably beautiful."<br /> [07:04.19]<br /> [07:04.47]"I would fain know if I am destined for so glorious a career," cried the Tree,<br /> [07:12.39]rejoicing. "That is still better than to cross the sea! What a longing do I<br /> [07:18.72]suffer! Were Christmas but come! I am now tall, and my branches spread like<br /> [07:26.39]the others that were carried off last year! Oh! were I but already on the<br /> [07:33.01]cart! Were I in the warm room with all the splendor and magnificence! Yes;<br /> [07:38.65]then something better, something still grander, will surely follow, or<br /> [07:44.27]wherefore should they thus ornament me? Something better, something still<br /> [07:49.54]grander must follow--but what? Oh, how I long, how I suffer! I do not know<br /> [07:57.54]myself what is the matter with me!"<br /> [07:59.97]<br /> [08:00.25]"Rejoice in our presence!" said the Air and the Sunlight. "Rejoice in thy own<br /> [08:07.66]fresh youth!"<br /> [08:10.04]<br /> [08:10.27]But the Tree did not rejoice at all; he grew and grew, and was green both<br /> [08:17.79]winter and summer. People that saw him said, "What a fine tree!" and towards<br /> [08:24.53]Christmas he was one of the first that was cut down. The axe struck deep into<br /> [08:30.76]the very pith; the Tree fell to the earth with a sigh; he felt a pang--it was<br /> [08:36.33]like a swoon; he could not think of happiness, for he was sorrowful at being<br /> [08:43.73]separated from his home, from the place where he had sprung up. He well knew<br /> [08:48.88]that he should never see his dear old comrades, the little bushes and flowers<br /> [08:53.48]around him, anymore; perhaps not even the birds! The departure was not at all<br /> [09:00.18]agreeable.<br /> [09:01.51]<br /> [09:01.87]The Tree only came to himself when he was unloaded in a court-yard with the<br /> [09:06.87]other trees, and heard a man say, "That one is splendid! We don't want the<br /> [09:11.72]others." Then two servants came in rich livery and carried the Fir Tree into a<br /> [09:18.50]large and splendid drawing-room. Portraits were hanging on the walls, and near<br /> [09:24.69]the white porcelain stove stood two large Chinese vases with lions on the<br /> [09:30.63]covers. There, too, were large easy-chairs, silken sofas, large tables full of<br /> [09:37.50]picture-books and full of toys, worth hundreds and hundreds of crowns--at<br /> [09:42.58]least the children said so. And the Fir Tree was stuck upright in a cask that<br /> [09:49.18]was filled with sand; but no one could see that it was a cask, for green cloth<br /> [09:54.42]was hung all round it, and it stood on a large gaily-colored carpet. Oh! how<br /> [09:59.83]the Tree quivered! What was to happen? The servants, as well as the young<br /> [10:08.03]ladies, decorated it. On one branch there hung little nets cut out of colored<br /> [10:14.02]paper, and each net was filled with sugarplums; and among the other boughs<br /> [10:20.10]gilded apples and walnuts were suspended, looking as though they had grown<br /> [10:25.10]there, and little blue and white tapers were placed among the leaves. Dolls<br /> [10:30.23]that looked for all the world like men--the Tree had never beheld such<br /> [10:35.32]before--were seen among the foliage, and at the very top a large star of gold<br /> [10:40.38]tinsel was fixed. It was really splendid--beyond description splendid.<br /> [10:49.34]<br /> [10:49.96]"This evening!" they all said. "How it will shine this evening!"<br /> [10:56.00]<br /> [10:56.33]"Oh!" thought the Tree. "If the evening were but come! If the tapers were but<br /> [11:04.27]lighted! And then I wonder what will happen! Perhaps the other trees from the<br /> [11:09.62]forest will come to look at me! Perhaps the sparrows will beat against the<br /> [11:15.24]windowpanes! I wonder if I shall take root here, and winter and summer stand<br /> [11:21.77]covered with ornaments!"<br /> [11:24.36]<br /> [11:24.83]He knew very much about the matter--but he was so impatient that for sheer<br /> [11:30.81]longing he got a pain in his back, and this with trees is the same thing as a<br /> [11:36.87]headache with us.<br /> [11:38.02]<br /> [11:38.35]The candles were now lighted--what brightness! What splendor! The Tree<br /> [11:46.05]trembled so in every bough that one of the tapers set fire to the foliage. It<br /> [11:51.42]blazed up famously.<br /> [11:54.46]<br /> [11:54.71]"Help! Help!" cried the young ladies, and they quickly put out the fire.<br /> [11:58.68]<br /> [11:58.98]Now the Tree did not even dare tremble. What a state he was in! He was so<br /> [12:06.52]uneasy lest he should lose something of his splendor, that he was quite<br /> [12:10.79]bewildered amidst the glare and brightness; when suddenly both folding-doors<br /> [12:16.72]opened and a troop of children rushed in as if they would upset the Tree. The<br /> [12:21.60]older persons followed quietly; the little ones stood quite still. But it was<br /> [12:27.64]only for a moment; then they shouted that the whole place re-echoed with their<br /> [12:33.61]rejoicing; they danced round the Tree, and one present after the other was<br /> [12:40.06]pulled off.<br /> [12:41.15]<br /> [12:41.39]"What are they about?" thought the Tree. "What is to happen now!" And the<br /> [12:47.88]lights burned down to the very branches, and as they burned down they were put<br /> [12:52.69]out one after the other, and then the children had permission to plunder the<br /> [12:57.88]Tree. So they fell upon it with such violence that all its branches cracked;<br /> [13:03.20]if it had not been fixed firmly in the ground, it would certainly have tumbled<br /> [13:09.34]down.<br /> [13:10.18]<br /> [13:10.39]The children danced about with their beautiful playthings; no one looked at<br /> [13:16.36]the Tree except the old nurse, who peeped between the branches; but it was<br /> [13:21.01]only to see if there was a fig or an apple left that had been forgotten.<br /> [13:25.39]<br /> [13:25.89]"A story! A story!" cried the children, drawing a little fat man towards the<br /> [13:32.64]Tree. He seated himself under it and said, "Now we are in the shade, and the<br /> [13:38.09]Tree can listen too. But I shall tell only one story. Now which will you have;<br /> [13:44.23]that about Ivedy-Avedy, or about Humpy-Dumpy, who tumbled downstairs, and yet<br /> [13:50.85]after all came to the throne and married the princess?"<br /> [13:53.84]<br /> [13:54.09]"Ivedy-Avedy," cried some; "Humpy-Dumpy," cried the others. There was such a<br /> [14:00.25]bawling and screaming--the Fir Tree alone was silent, and he thought to<br /> [14:05.50]himself, "Am I not to bawl with the rest? Am I to do nothing whatever?" for he<br /> [14:11.59]was one of the company, and had done what he had to do.<br /> [14:16.85]<br /> [14:17.11]And the man told about Humpy-Dumpy that tumbled down, who notwithstanding came<br /> [14:23.60]to the throne, and at last married the princess. And the children clapped<br /> [14:28.68]their hands, and cried. "Oh, go on! Do go on!" They wanted to hear about<br /> [14:34.48]Ivedy-Avedy too, but the little man only told them about Humpy-Dumpy. The Fir<br /> [14:40.44]Tree stood quite still and absorbed in thought; the birds in the wood had<br /> [14:46.78]never related the like of this. "Humpy-Dumpy fell downstairs, and yet he<br /> [14:53.54]married the princess! Yes, yes! That's the way of the world!" thought the Fir<br /> [15:00.29]Tree, and believed it all, because the man who told the story was so<br /> [15:05.32]good-looking. "Well, well! who knows, perhaps I may fall downstairs, too, and<br /> [15:12.39]get a princess as wife!" And he looked forward with joy to the morrow, when<br /> [15:18.61]he hoped to be decked out again with lights, playthings, fruits, and tinsel.<br /> [15:23.69]<br /> [15:23.98]"I won't tremble to-morrow!" thought the Fir Tree. "I will enjoy to the full<br /> [15:30.55]all my splendor! To-morrow I shall hear again the story of Humpy-Dumpy, and<br /> [15:37.20]perhaps that of Ivedy-Avedy too." And the whole night the Tree stood still and<br /> [15:43.75]in deep thought.<br /> [15:45.56]<br /> [15:45.83]In the morning the servant and the housemaid came in.<br /> [15:50.04]<br /> [15:50.28]"Now then the splendor will begin again," thought the Fir. But they dragged<br /> [15:56.71]him out of the room, and up the stairs into the loft: and here, in a dark<br /> [16:04.62]corner, where no daylight could enter, they left him. "What's the meaning of<br /> [16:12.85]this?" thought the Tree. "What am I to do here? What shall I hear now, I<br /> [16:20.14]wonder?" And he leaned against the wall lost in reverie. Time enough had he<br /> [16:26.81]too for his reflections; for days and nights passed on, and nobody came up;<br /> [16:32.40]and when at last somebody did come, it was only to put some great trunks in a<br /> [16:37.33]corner, out of the way. There stood the Tree quite hidden; it seemed as if he<br /> [16:44.32]had been entirely forgotten.<br /> [16:46.76]<br /> [16:47.04]"'Tis now winter out-of-doors!" thought the Tree. "The earth is hard and<br /> [16:54.37]covered with snow; men cannot plant me now, and therefore I have been put up<br /> [17:02.62]here under shelter till the spring-time comes! How thoughtful that is! How<br /> [17:08.29]kind man is, after all! If it only were not so dark here, and so terribly<br /> [17:16.63]lonely! Not even a hare! And out in the woods it was so pleasant, when the<br /> [17:23.49]snow was on the ground, and the hare leaped by; yes--even when he jumped over<br /> [17:29.33]me; but I did not like it then! It is really terribly lonely here!"<br /> [17:36.61]<br /> [17:36.98]"Squeak! Squeak!" said a little Mouse, at the same moment, peeping out of his<br /> [17:43.51]hole. And then another little one came. They snuffed about the Fir Tree, and<br /> [17:49.18]rustled among the branches.<br /> [17:51.41]<br /> [17:51.70]"It is dreadfully cold," said the Mouse. "But for that, it would be delightful<br /> [17:58.12]here, old Fir, wouldn't it?"<br /> [18:00.65]<br /> [18:00.93]"I am by no means old," said the Fir Tree. "There's many a one considerably<br /> [18:07.94]older than I am."<br /> [18:10.18]<br /> [18:10.93]"Where do you come from," asked the Mice; "and what can you do?" They were so<br /> [18:16.52]extremely curious. "Tell us about the most beautiful spot on the earth. Have<br /> [18:22.57]you never been there? Were you never in the larder, where cheeses lie on the<br /> [18:28.58]shelves, and hams hang from above; where one dances about on tallow candles:<br /> [18:36.89]that place where one enters lean, and comes out again fat and portly?"<br /> [18:44.54]<br /> [18:44.83]"I know no such place," said the Tree. "But I know the wood, where the sun<br /> [18:52.16]shines and where the little birds sing." And then he told all about his youth;<br /> [18:58.52]and the little Mice had never heard the like before; and they listened and<br /> [19:03.56]said,<br /> [19:04.76]<br /> [19:04.99]"Well, to be sure! How much you have seen! How happy you must have been!"<br /> [19:11.84]<br /> [19:12.04]"I!" said the Fir Tree, thinking over what he had himself related. "Yes, in<br /> [19:18.60]reality those were happy times." And then he told about Christmas-eve, when he<br /> [19:28.42]was decked out with cakes and candles.<br /> [19:32.10]<br /> [19:32.31]"Oh," said the little Mice, "how fortunate you have been, old Fir Tree!"<br /> [19:38.87]<br /> [19:39.12]"I am by no means old," said he. "I came from the wood this winter; I am in my<br /> [19:47.21]prime, and am only rather short for my age."<br /> [19:51.40]<br /> [19:51.66]"What delightful stories you know," said the Mice: and the next night they<br /> [19:58.04]came with four other little Mice, who were to hear what the Tree recounted:<br /> [20:02.67]and the more he related, the more he remembered himself; and it appeared as if<br /> [20:08.45]those times had really been happy times. "But they may still come--they may<br /> [20:17.33]still come! Humpy-Dumpy fell downstairs, and yet he got a princess!" and he<br /> [20:24.24]thought at the moment of a nice little Birch Tree growing out in the woods: to<br /> [20:30.27]the Fir, that would be a real charming princess.<br /> [20:35.70]<br /> [20:36.13]"Who is Humpy-Dumpy?" asked the Mice. So then the Fir Tree told the whole<br /> [20:43.10]fairy tale, for he could remember every single word of it; and the little Mice<br /> [20:48.09]jumped for joy up to the very top of the Tree. Next night two more Mice came,<br /> [20:54.93]and on Sunday two Rats even; but they said the stories were not interesting,<br /> [21:01.77]which vexed the little Mice; and they, too, now began to think them not so<br /> [21:08.18]very amusing either.<br /> [21:10.27]<br /> [21:10.52]"Do you know only one story?" asked the Rats.<br /> [21:15.34]<br /> [21:15.58]"Only that one," answered the Tree. "I heard it on my happiest evening; but I<br /> [21:22.24]did not then know how happy I was."<br /> [21:26.94]<br /> [21:27.18]"It is a very stupid story! Don't you know one about bacon and tallow candles?<br /> [21:34.12]Can't you tell any larder stories?"<br /> [21:38.03]<br /> [21:38.29]"No," said the Tree.<br /> [21:40.93]<br /> [21:41.18]"Then good-bye," said the Rats; and they went home.<br /> [21:45.55]<br /> [21:45.81]At last the little Mice stayed away also; and the Tree sighed: "After all, it<br /> [21:53.24]was very pleasant when the sleek little Mice sat round me, and listened to<br /> [22:00.17]what I told them. Now that too is over. But I will take good care to enjoy<br /> [22:07.07]myself when I am brought out again."<br /> [22:10.33]<br /> [22:10.60]But when was that to be? Why, one morning there came a quantity of people and<br /> [22:17.26]set to work in the loft. The trunks were moved, the tree was pulled out and<br /> [22:21.84]thrown--rather hard, it is true--down on the floor, but a man drew him towards<br /> [22:28.94]the stairs, where the daylight shone.<br /> [22:31.73]<br /> [22:32.00]"Now a merry life will begin again," thought the Tree. He felt the fresh air,<br /> [22:38.83]the first sunbeam--and now he was out in the courtyard. All passed so quickly,<br /> [22:43.98]there was so much going on around him, the Tree quite forgot to look to<br /> [22:50.50]himself. The court adjoined a garden, and all was in flower; the roses hung so<br /> [22:57.00]fresh and odorous over the balustrade, the lindens were in blossom, the<br /> [23:02.92]Swallows flew by, and said, "Quirre-vit! My husband is come!" but it was not<br /> [23:09.94]the Fir Tree that they meant.<br /> [23:11.96]<br /> [23:12.26]"Now, then, I shall really enjoy life," said he exultingly, and spread out his<br /> [23:19.62]branches; but, alas, they were all withered and yellow! It was in a corner<br /> [23:27.97]that he lay, among weeds and nettles. The golden star of tinsel was still on<br /> [23:34.72]the top of the Tree, and glittered in the sunshine.<br /> [23:37.83]<br /> [23:38.35]In the court-yard some of the merry children were playing who had danced at<br /> [23:43.19]Christmas round the Fir Tree, and were so glad at the sight of him. One of the<br /> [23:48.40]youngest ran and tore off the golden star.<br /> [23:51.51]<br /> [23:51.78]"Only look what is still on the ugly old Christmas tree!" said he, trampling<br /> [23:57.91]on the branches, so that they all cracked beneath his feet.<br /> [24:03.39]<br /> [24:03.56]And the Tree beheld all the beauty of the flowers, and the freshness in the<br /> [24:09.73]garden; he beheld himself, and wished he had remained in his dark corner in<br /> [24:16.76]the loft; he thought of his first youth in the wood, of the merry<br /> [24:22.84]Christmas-eve, and of the little Mice who had listened with so much pleasure<br /> [24:27.79]to the story of Humpy-Dumpy.<br /> [24:29.75]<br /> [24:29.97]"'Tis over--'tis past!" said the poor Tree. "Had I but rejoiced when I had<br /> [24:40.55]reason to do so! But now 'tis past, 'tis past!"<br /> [24:46.02]<br /> [24:46.27]And the gardener's boy chopped the Tree into small pieces; there was a whole<br /> [24:53.58]heap lying there. The wood flamed up splendidly under the large brewing<br /> [24:59.34]copper, and it sighed so deeply! Each sigh was like a shot.<br /> [25:06.41]<br /> [25:06.65]The boys played about in the court, and the youngest wore the gold star on his<br /> [25:14.07]breast which the Tree had had on the happiest evening of his life. However,<br /> [25:18.38]that was over now--the Tree gone, the story at an end. All, all was<br /> [25:28.81]over--every tale must end at last.<br /> [25:35.40]</p>

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