the snow queen in seven stories-第1节

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　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　FAIRY　TALES　OF　HANS　CHRISTIAN　ANDERSEN

　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　THE　SNOW　QUEEN

　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　IN　SEVEN　STORIES

　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　by　Hans　Christian　Andersen

　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　STORY　THE　FIRST



　　　　WHICH　describes　a　looking…glass　and　the　broken　fragments。

　　　　You　must　attend　to　the　commencement　of　this　story；　for　when　we　get

to　the　end　we　shall　know　more　than　we　do　now　about　a　very　wicked

hobgoblin；　he　was　one　of　the　very　worst；　for　he　was　a　real　demon。

One　day；　when　he　was　in　a　merry　mood；　he　made　a　looking…glass　which

had　the　power　of　making　everything　good　or　beautiful　that　was

reflected　in　it　almost　shrink　to　nothing；　while　everything　that　was

worthless　and　bad　looked　increased　in　size　and　worse　than　ever。　The

most　lovely　landscapes　appeared　like　boiled　spinach；　and　the　people

became　hideous；　and　looked　as　if　they　stood　on　their　heads　and　had

no　bodies。　Their　countenances　were　so　distorted　that　no　one　could

recognize　them；　and　even　one　freckle　on　the　face　appeared　to　spread

over　the　whole　of　the　nose　and　mouth。　The　demon　said　this　was　very

amusing。　When　a　good　or　pious　thought　passed　through　the　mind　of　any

one　it　was　misrepresented　in　the　glass；　and　then　how　the　demon　laughed

at　his　cunning　invention。　All　who　went　to　the　demon's　school…　for　he

kept　a　school…　talked　everywhere　of　the　wonders　they　had　seen；　and

declared　that　people　could　now；　for　the　first　time；　see　what　the　world

and　mankind　were　really　like。　They　carried　the　glass　about　everywhere；

till　at　last　there　was　not　a　land　nor　a　people　who　had　not　been　looked

at　through　this　distorted　mirror。　They　wanted　even　to　fly　with　it　up

to　heaven　to　see　the　angels；　but　the　higher　they　flew　the　more

slippery　the　glass　became；　and　they　could　scarcely　hold　it；　till　at

last　it　slipped　from　their　hands；　fell　to　the　earth；　and　was　broken

into　millions　of　pieces。　But　now　the　looking…glass　caused　more

unhappiness　than　ever；　for　some　of　the　fragments　were　not　so　large

as　a　grain　of　sand；　and　they　flew　about　the　world　into　every

country。　When　one　of　these　tiny　atoms　flew　into　a　person's　eye；　it

stuck　there　unknown　to　him；　and　from　that　moment　he　saw　everything

through　a　distorted　medium；　or　could　see　only　the　worst　side　of　what

he　looked　at；　for　even　the　smallest　fragment　retained　the　same　power

which　had　belonged　to　the　whole　mirror。　Some　few　persons　even　got　a

fragment　of　the　looking…glass　in　their　hearts；　and　this　was　very

terrible；　for　their　hearts　became　cold　like　a　lump　of　ice。　A　few　of

the　pieces　were　so　large　that　they　could　be　used　as　window…panes；　it

would　have　been　a　sad　thing　to　look　at　our　friends　through　them。　Other

pieces　were　made　into　spectacles；　this　was　dreadful　for　those　who　wore

them；　for　they　could　see　nothing　either　rightly　or　justly。　At　all　this

the　wicked　demon　laughed　till　his　sides　shook…　it　tickled　him　so　to

see　the　mischief　he　had　done。　There　were　still　a　number　of　these

little　fragments　of　glass　floating　about　in　the　air；　and　now　you　shall

hear　what　happened　with　one　of　them。

　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　SECOND　STORY

　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　A　LITTLE　BOY　AND　A　LITTLE　GIRL



　　　　In　a　large　town；　full　of　houses　and　people；　there　is　not　room

for　everybody　to　have　even　a　little　garden；　therefore　they　are　obliged

to　be　satisfied　with　a　few　flowers　in　flower…pots。　In　one　of　these

large　towns　lived　two　poor　children　who　had　a　garden　something

larger　and　better　than　a　few　flower…pots。　They　were　not　brother　and

sister；　but　they　loved　each　other　almost　as　much　as　if　they　had

been。　Their　parents　lived　opposite　to　each　other　in　two　garrets；　where

the　roofs　of　neighboring　houses　projected　out　towards　each　other　and

the　water…pipe　ran　between　them。　In　each　house　was　a　little　window；　so

that　any　one　could　step　across　the　gutter　from　one　window　to　the

other。　The　parents　of　these　children　had　each　a　large　wooden　box　in

which　they　cultivated　kitchen　herbs　for　their　own　use；　and　a　little

rose…bush　in　each　box；　which　grew　splendidly。　Now　after　a　while　the

parents　decided　to　place　these　two　boxes　across　the　water…pipe；　so

that　they　reached　from　one　window　to　the　other　and　looked　like　two

banks　of　flowers。　Sweet…peas　drooped　over　the　boxes；　and　the

rose…bushes　shot　forth　long　branches；　which　were　trained　round　the

windows　and　clustered　together　almost　like　a　triumphal　arch　of

leaves　and　flowers。　The　boxes　were　very　high；　and　the　children　knew

they　must　not　climb　upon　them；　without　permission；　but　they　were

often；　however；　allowed　to　step　out　together　and　sit　upon　their　little

stools　under　the　rose…bushes；　or　play　quietly。　In　winter　all　this

pleasure　came　to　an　end；　for　the　windows　were　sometimes　quite　frozen

over。　But　then　they　would　warm　copper　pennies　on　the　stove；　and　hold

the　warm　pennies　against　the　frozen　pane；　there　would　be　very　soon　a

little　round　hole　through　which　they　could　peep；　and　the　soft　bright

eyes　of　the　little　boy　and　girl　would　beam　through　the　hole　at　each

window　as　they　looked　at　each　other。　Their　names　were　Kay　and　Gerda。

In　summer　they　could　be　together　with　one　jump　from　the　window；　but　in

winter　they　had　to　go　up　and　down　the　long　staircase；　and　out

through　the　snow　before　they　could　meet。

　　　　〃See　there　are　the　white　bees　swarming；〃　said　Kay's　old

grandmother　one　day　when　it　was　snowing。

　　　　〃Have　they　a　queen　bee？〃　asked　the　little　boy；　for　he　knew　that

the　real　bees　had　a　queen。

　　　　〃To　be　sure　they　have；〃　said　the　grandmother。　〃She　is　flying　there

where　the　swarm　is　thickest。　She　is　the　largest　of　them　all；　and　never

remains　on　the　earth；　but　flies　up　to　the　dark　clouds。　Often　at

midnight　she　flies　through　the　streets　of　the　town；　and　looks　in　at

the　windows；　then　the　ice　freezes　on　the　panes　into　wonderful

shapes；　that　look　like　flowers　and　castles。〃

　　　　〃Yes；　I　have　seen　them；〃　said　both　the　children；　and　they　knew

it　must　be　true。

　　　　〃Can　the　Snow　Queen　come　in　here？〃　asked　the　little　girl。

　　　　〃Only　let　her　come；〃　said　the　boy；　〃I'll　set　her　on　the　stove

and　then　she'll　melt。〃

　　　　Then　the　grandmother　smoothed　his　hair　and　told　him　some　more

tales。　One　evening；　when　little　Kay　was　at　home；　half　undressed；　he

climbed　on　a　chair　by　the　window　and　peeped　out　through　the　little

hole。　A　few　flakes　of　snow　were　falling；　and　one　of　them；　rather

larger　than　the　rest；　alighted　on　the　edge　of　one　of　the　flower　boxes。

This　snow…flake　grew　larger　and　larger；　till　at　last　it　became　the

figure　of　a　woman；　dressed　in　garments　of　white　gauze；　which　looked

like　millions　of　starry　snow…flakes　linked　together。　She　was　fair

and　beautiful；　but　made　of　ice…　shining　and　glittering　ice。　Still

she　was　alive　and　her　eyes　sparkled　like　bright　stars；　but　there　was

neither　peace　nor　rest　in　their　glance。　She　nodded　towards　the

window　and　waved　her　hand。　The　little　boy　was　frightened　and　sprang

from　the　chair；　at　the　same　moment　it　seemed　as　if　a　large　bird　flew

by　the　window。　On　the　following　day　there　was　a　clear　frost；　and

very　soon　came　the　spring。　The　sun　shone；　the　young　green　leaves　burst

forth；　the　swallows　built　their　nests；　windows　were　opened；　and　the

children　sat　once　more　in　the　garden　on　the　roof；　high　above　all　the

other　rooms。　How　beautiful　the　roses　blossomed　this　summer。　The　little

girl　had　learnt　a　hymn　in　which　roses　were　spoken　of；　and　then　she

thought　of　their　own　roses；　and　she　sang　the　hymn　to　the　little　boy；

and　he　sang　too：…



　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　〃Roses　bloom　and　cease　to　be；

　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　But　we　shall　the　Christ…child　see。〃



Then　the　little　ones　held　each　other　by　the　hand；　and　kissed　the

roses；　and　looked　at　the　bright　sunshine；　and　spoke　to　it　as　if　the

Christ…child　were　there。　Those　were　splendid　summer　days。　How

beautiful　and　fresh　it　was　out　among　the　rose…bushes；　which　seemed

as　if　they　would　never　leave　off　blooming。　One　day　Kay　and　Gerda　sat

looking　at　a　book　full　of　pictures　of　animals　and　birds；　and　then　just

as　the　clock　in　the　church　tower　struck　twelve；　Kay　said；　〃Oh；

something　has　struck　my　heart！〃　and　soon　after；　〃There　is　something　in

my　eye。〃

　　　　The　little　girl　put　her　arm　round　his　neck；　and　looked　into　his

eye；　but　she　could　see　nothing。

　　　　〃I　think　it　is　gone；〃　he　said。　But　it　was　not　gone；　it　was　one

of　those　bits　of　the　looking…glass…　that　magic　mirror；　of　which　we

have　spoken…　the　ugly　glass　which　made　everything　great　and　good

appear　small　and　ugly；　while　all　that　was　wicked　and　bad　became　more

visible；　and　every　little　fault　could　be　plainly　seen。　Poor　little　Kay

had　also　received　a　small　grain　in　his　heart；　which　very　quickly

turned　to　a　lump　of　ice。　He　felt　no　more　pain；　but　the　glass　was　there

still。　〃Why　do　you　cry？〃　said　he　at　last；　〃it　makes　you　look　ugly。

There　is　nothing　the　matter　with　me　now。　Oh；　see！〃　he　cried

suddenly；　〃that　rose　is　worm…eaten；　and　this　one　is　quite　crooked。

After　all　they　are　ugly　roses；　just　like　the　box　in　which　they　stand；〃

and　then　he　kicked　the　boxes　with　his　foot；　and　pulled　off　the　two

roses。

　　　　〃Kay；　what　are　you　doing？〃　cried　the　little　girl；　and