安徒生童話16THE DREAM OF LITTLE TUK小杜克

<p>[00:29.91]THE DREAM OF LITTLE TUK<br /> [00:33.50]<br /> [00:33.75]Ah! yes, that was little Tuk: in reality his name was not Tuk, but that was<br /> [00:42.38]what he called himself before he could speak plain: he meant it for Charles,<br /> [00:48.69]and it is all well enough if one does but know it. He had now to take care of<br /> [00:56.69]his little sister Augusta, who was much younger than himself, and he was,<br /> [01:02.69]besides, to learn his lesson at the same time; but these two things would not<br /> [01:08.93]do together at all. There sat the poor little fellow, with his sister on his<br /> [01:14.48]lap, and he sang to her all the songs he knew; and he glanced the while from<br /> [01:20.32]time to time into the geography-book that lay open before him. By the next<br /> [01:25.25]morning he was to have learnt all the towns in Zealand by heart, and to know<br /> [01:32.03]about them all that is possible to be known.<br /> [01:35.60]<br /> [01:35.84]His mother now came home, for she had been out, and took little Augusta on her<br /> [01:42.03]arm. Tuk ran quickly to the window, and read so eagerly that he pretty nearly<br /> [01:49.73]read his eyes out; for it got darker and darker, but his mother had no money<br /> [01:56.42]to buy a candle.<br /> [01:57.86]<br /> [01:58.06]"There goes the old washerwoman over the way," said his mother, as she looked<br /> [02:04.10]out of the window. "The poor woman can hardly drag herself along, and she must<br /> [02:09.50]now drag the pail home from the fountain. Be a good boy, Tukey, and run across<br /> [02:15.68]and help the old woman, won't you?"<br /> [02:18.43]<br /> [02:18.64]So Tuk ran over quickly and helped her; but when he came back again into the<br /> [02:24.45]room it was quite dark, and as to a light, there was no thought of such a<br /> [02:30.99]thing. He was now to go to bed; that was an old turn-up bedstead; in it he lay<br /> [02:37.62]and thought about his geography lesson, and of Zealand, and of all that his<br /> [02:43.52]master had told him. He ought, to be sure, to have read over his lesson again,<br /> [02:48.86]but that, you know, he could not do. He therefore put his geography-book under<br /> [02:54.74]his pillow, because he had heard that was a very good thing to do when one<br /> [03:00.50]wants to learn one's lesson; but one cannot, however, rely upon it entirely.<br /> [03:05.92]Well, there he lay, and thought and thought, and all at once it was just as if<br /> [03:13.63]someone kissed his eyes and mouth: he slept, and yet he did not sleep; it was<br /> [03:21.06]as though the old washerwoman gazed on him with her mild eyes and said, "It<br /> [03:26.91]were a great sin if you were not to know your lesson tomorrow morning. You<br /> [03:33.55]have aided me, I therefore will now help you; and the loving God will do so at<br /> [03:40.34]all times." And all of a sudden the book under Tuk's pillow began scraping and<br /> [03:46.62]scratching.<br /> [03:48.66]<br /> [03:48.90]"Kickery-ki! kluk! kluk! kluk!"--that was an old hen who came creeping along,<br /> [03:57.82]and she was from Kjoge. "I am a Kjoger hen,"* said she, and then she related<br /> [04:05.17]how many inhabitants there were there, and about the battle that had taken<br /> [04:09.90]place, and which, after all, was hardly worth talking about.<br /> [04:14.50]<br /> * Kjoge, a town in the bay of Kjoge. "To see the Kjoge hens," is an<br /> expression similar to "showing a child London," which is said to be done by<br /> taking his head in both bands, and so lifting him off the ground. At the<br /> invasion of the English in 1807, an encounter of a no very glorious nature<br /> took place between the British troops and the undisciplined Danish militia.</p> <p><br /> [04:14.72]"Kribledy, krabledy--plump!" down fell somebody: it was a wooden bird, the<br /> [04:22.72]popinjay used at the shooting-matches at Prastoe. Now he said that there were<br /> [04:29.67]just as many inhabitants as he had nails in his body; and he was very proud.<br /> [04:35.33]"Thorwaldsen lived almost next door to me.* Plump! Here I lie capitally."<br /> [04:44.31]<br /> * Prastoe, a still smaller town than Kjoge. Some hundred paces from it lies<br /> the manor-house Ny Soe, where Thorwaldsen, the famed sculptor, generally<br /> sojourned during his stay in Denmark, and where he called many of his immortal<br /> works into existence.</p> <p><br /> [04:44.52]But little Tuk was no longer lying down: all at once he was on horseback. On<br /> [04:50.16]he went at full gallop, still galloping on and on. A knight with a gleaming<br /> [04:57.80]plume, and most magnificently dressed, held him before him on the horse, and<br /> [05:04.05]thus they rode through the wood to the old town of Bordingborg, and that was a<br /> [05:10.08]large and very lively town. High towers rose from the castle of the king, and<br /> [05:15.62]the brightness of many candles streamed from all the windows; within was dance<br /> [05:21.62]and song, and King Waldemar and the young, richly-attired maids of honor<br /> [05:28.72]danced together. The morn now came; and as soon as the sun appeared, the whole<br /> [05:34.85]town and the king's palace crumbled together, and one tower after the other;<br /> [05:40.90]and at last only a single one remained standing where the castle had been<br /> [05:46.74]before,* and the town was so small and poor, and the school boys came along<br /> [05:53.19]with their books under their arms, and said, "2000 inhabitants!" but that was<br /> [05:58.50]not true, for there were not so many.<br /> [06:01.71]<br /> *Bordingborg, in the reign of King Waldemar, a considerable place, now an<br /> unimportant little town. One solitary tower only, and some remains of a wall,<br /> show where the castle once stood.</p> <p><br /> [06:01.92]And little Tukey lay in his bed: it seemed to him as if he dreamed, and yet as<br /> [06:07.44]if he were not dreaming; however, somebody was close beside him.<br /> [06:14.15]<br /> [06:14.37]"Little Tukey! Little Tukey!" cried someone near. It was a seaman, quite a<br /> [06:19.94]little personage, so little as if he were a midshipman; but a midshipman it<br /> [06:25.55]was not.<br /> [06:26.93]<br /> [06:27.20]"Many remembrances from Corsor.* That is a town that is just rising into<br /> [06:33.70]importance; a lively town that has steam-boats and stagecoaches: formerly<br /> [06:38.79]people called it ugly, but that is no longer true. I lie on the sea," said<br /> [06:45.22]Corsor; "I have high roads and gardens, and I have given birth to a poet who<br /> [06:50.98]was witty and amusing, which all poets are not. I once intended to equip a<br /> [06:59.47]ship that was to sail all round the earth; but I did not do it, although I<br /> [07:06.59]could have done so: and then, too, I smell so deliciously, for close before<br /> [07:12.69]the gate bloom the most beautiful roses."<br /> [07:17.54]<br /> *Corsor, on the Great Belt, called, formerly, before the introduction of<br /> steam-vessels, when travellers were often obliged to wait a long time for a<br /> favorable wind, "the most tiresome of towns." The poet Baggesen was born here.</p> <p><br /> [07:17.78]Little Tuk looked, and all was red and green before his eyes; but as soon as<br /> [07:22.96]the confusion of colors was somewhat over, all of a sudden there appeared a<br /> [07:28.43]wooded slope close to the bay, and high up above stood a magnificent old<br /> [07:34.70]church, with two high pointed towers. From out the hill-side spouted fountains<br /> [07:41.14]in thick streams of water, so that there was a continual splashing; and close<br /> [07:47.87]beside them sat an old king with a golden crown upon his white head: that was<br /> [07:54.54]King Hroar, near the fountains, close to the town of Roeskilde, as it is now<br /> [08:01.95]called. And up the slope into the old church went all the kings and queens of<br /> [08:08.64]Denmark, hand in hand, all with their golden crowns; and the organ played and<br /> [08:15.78]the fountains rustled. Little Tuk saw all, heard all. "Do not forget the<br /> [08:23.52]diet," said King Hroar.*</p> <p>*Roeskilde, once the capital of Denmark. The town takes its name from<br /> King Hroar, and the many fountains in the neighborhood. In the beautiful<br /> cathedral the greater number of the kings and queens of Denmark are interred.<br /> In Roeskilde, too, the members of the Danish Diet assemble.</p> <p>[08:26.53]<br /> [08:26.72]Again all suddenly disappeared. Yes, and whither? It seemed to him just as if<br /> [08:34.61]one turned over a leaf in a book. And now stood there an old peasant-woman,<br /> [08:40.67]who came from Soroe,* where grass grows in the market-place. She had an old<br /> [08:47.57]grey linen apron hanging over her head and back: it was so wet, it certainly<br /> [08:53.22]must have been raining. "Yes, that it has," said she; and she now related many<br /> [08:59.42]pretty things out of Holberg's comedies, and about Waldemar and Absalon; but<br /> [09:05.46]all at once she cowered together, and her head began shaking backwards and<br /> [09:11.57]forwards, and she looked as she were going to make a spring. "Croak! croak!"<br /> [09:17.31]said she. "It is wet, it is wet; there is such a pleasant deathlike stillness<br /> [09:24.80]in Sorbe!" She was now suddenly a frog, "Croak"; and now she was an old woman.<br /> [09:32.54]"One must dress according to the weather," said she. "It is wet; it is wet. My<br /> [09:39.01]town is just like a bottle; and one gets in by the neck, and by the neck one<br /> [09:45.81]must get out again! In former times I had the finest fish, and now I have<br /> [09:51.62]fresh rosy-cheeked boys at the bottom of the bottle, who learn wisdom, Hebrew,<br /> [09:58.61]Greek--Croak!"</p> <p>* Sorbe, a very quiet little town, beautifully situated, surrounded by woods<br /> and lakes. Holberg, Denmark's Moliere, founded here an academy for the sons of<br /> the nobles. The poets Hauch and Ingemann were appointed professors here. The<br /> latter lives there still.</p> <p>[10:01.04]<br /> [10:01.34]When she spoke it sounded just like the noise of frogs, or as if one walked<br /> [10:07.77]with great boots over a moor; always the same tone, so uniform and so tiring<br /> [10:13.57]that little Tuk fell into a good sound sleep, which, by the bye, could not do<br /> [10:21.52]him any harm.<br /> [10:23.18]<br /> [10:23.41]But even in this sleep there came a dream, or whatever else it was: his little<br /> [10:29.33]sister Augusta, she with the blue eyes and the fair curling hair, was suddenly<br /> [10:36.85]a tall, beautiful girl, and without having wings was yet able to fly; and she<br /> [10:44.03]now flew over Zealand--over the green woods and the blue lakes.<br /> [10:48.56]<br /> [10:48.83]"Do you hear the cock crow, Tukey? Cock-a-doodle-doo! The cocks are flying up<br /> [10:55.13]from Kjoge! You will have a farm-yard, so large, oh! so very large! You will<br /> [11:02.99]suffer neither hunger nor thirst! You will get on in the world! You will be a<br /> [11:08.01]rich and happy man! Your house will exalt itself like King Waldemar's tower,<br /> [11:13.74]and will be richly decorated with marble statues, like that at Prastoe. You<br /> [11:20.72]understand what I mean. Your name shall circulate with renown all round the<br /> [11:26.56]earth, like unto the ship that was to have sailed from Corsor; and in<br /> [11:32.27]Roeskilde--"<br /> [11:34.05]<br /> [11:34.27]"Do not forget the diet!" said King Hroar.<br /> [11:37.92]<br /> [11:38.35]"Then you will speak well and wisely, little Tukey; and when at last you sink<br /> [11:43.81]into your grave, you shall sleep as quietly--"<br /> [11:48.00]<br /> [11:48.22]"As if I lay in Soroe," said Tuk, awaking. It was bright day, and he was now<br /> [11:55.98]quite unable to call to mind his dream; that, however, was not at all<br /> [12:01.12]necessary, for one may not know what the future will bring.<br /> [12:05.66]<br /> [12:05.89]And out of bed he jumped, and read in his book, and now all at once he knew<br /> [12:12.11]his whole lesson. And the old washerwoman popped her head in at the door,<br /> [12:17.15]nodded to him friendly, and said, "Thanks, many thanks, my good child, for<br /> [12:23.04]your help! May the good ever-loving God fulfil your loveliest dream!"<br /> [12:29.85]<br /> [12:30.06]Little Tukey did not at all know what he had dreamed, but the loving God knew<br /> [12:36.29]it.<br /> [12:37.39]</p>

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