格林童话故事第：三片蛇叶The three snake-leaves

格林童话故事第：三片蛇叶The three snake-leaves（共9篇）

1.格林童话故事第：三片蛇叶The three snake-leaves 篇一

从前有姊妹俩，一个膝下无子却很富裕;一个有五个儿女却是个寡妇，她穷得叮噹响连一家子都养不活。为生计所迫，没办法，她只得到姐姐那儿去要，说：“我的 孩子和我正饿得慌，你很有钱，给我们一口面包吧!”那个有钱的姐姐可是个铁石心肠，她居然说：“我连自己也没有什么吃的呢!”后来又恶言恶语地把可怜的妹 妹打发走了。过了一会儿，富姐姐的丈夫回来了，想切块面包吃。等他切第一刀时，面包里竟流出了殷红的血液。女人见了很害怕，便把妹妹要面包的事告诉了丈 夫，丈夫急匆匆地赶到那寡妇家，准备给她点周济。等他踏进寡妇的屋内时，只见她正在祈祷，怀里正抱着两个小孩，三个大的已躺在床上死去了。他给了她些食 物，但她却回答说：“我已不需人间的食物了，上帝已满足了我三个孩子的食欲，我们的祈求他一定会听见的。”说着两个孩子就断了气，于是她的心也碎了，倒下 死了。

2.格林童话故事第：三片蛇叶The three snake-leaves 篇二

从前有七个斯瓦比亚人住在一块，他们分别是斯尔茨先生、杰克力、马力、约科力、米绍尔、汉斯和韦特利。七个人都决心周游世界去猎奇探险，行善济世。但是为了行路安全，手中须有武器，他们认为最好能造一根又长又结实的矛。矛造好后七个人马上把那根矛抓在手里，排好了队，排头的是那个最大胆勇猛的斯尔茨先生，其他六个一字排开，紧随其后，韦特利排在最后。他们走啊走啊，走了好长的路，但距离他们要投宿的村庄还有一大段路，他们只好在干草堆上睡上一宿。黄昏时在一片草地上，一只大甲虫亦或是大赤蜂从灌木丛后飞来，嗡嗡地发出扰人的声音。斯尔茨先生吓出了一身冷汗，赶紧放下手中的矛。“听啊!听啊!”他叫道，“天啊!我听到一阵鼓声。”杰克力紧随其后托着那支矛，鼻子里也闻到了某种气味，“肯定发生了什么事，我闻到了火药和火柴味。”一听这话斯尔茨先生调转头就跑，转眼就跨过了树篱，但当他就要跳过人们晒完草后扔在一边的耙犁时，耙柄撞了一下他的脸，狠狠地砸了他一下。“唉哟!唉哟!”他大叫起来，“你抓着我了，我投降!我投降!”其他六个也都跌撞过来，一个趴在另一个头上，大呼小叫：“你投降，我也投降!你投降，我也投降!”最后，并没有敌人来把他们捆起来带走，他们意识到自己弄错了，为了不让别人知道这件事，免得别人戏谑嘲笑，他们互相起誓要保守机密，当然此事到很久以后还是有人无意中说出来了。于是他们又继续往前走。他们经历的第二道难关比起第一次来差远了。又过了几天，他们走进了一片荒地，发现一只野兔正缩在那儿晒太阳，它双耳耸立，瞪着对亮晶晶的大眼睛。七个人看到可怕的野兽都给吓怕了，商量着怎样做才会最安全。因为他们知道一旦跑开，那只怪兽恐怕就会追上来将他们吃掉。所以他们说：“我们必须进行一场刺激惊险的搏斗，勇敢向前就是成功的一半。”七个人紧紧地抓着矛，斯尔茨先生总想把矛拿着不动，但排在最后的韦特利却变得极为勇敢，想冲锋向前，口中念念有词：

“以全体斯瓦比亚人的名义勇敢地向前冲，

不然你们就像跛子一样趴下!”

但是汉斯知道怎么对付，说：

“我敢打赌，你只是说得漂亮，

每次战斗你总是落在最后。”

米绍尔说道：

“丝毫不差，丝毫不差，

那家伙简直就是一个鬼。”

轮到约科力了，他接着说：

“如果不是鬼，就是鬼的`妈，

要不就是鬼的过继兄弟。”

马力突然有了个好主意，他对韦特利说：

“上吧，韦特利;上吧，韦特利，

有我在后面抓着矛。”

韦特利没有照着做，于是杰克力说：

“斯尔茨先生该是第一个，

要知光荣属于冲在最先的人。”

最后斯尔茨先生鼓起了勇气，威风凛凛地说：

“让我们冲锋向前，参加战斗，

以显示我们的勇猛和力量。”

于是七个人一齐冲向那野兽。斯尔茨先生双手划着十字，祈求上帝的帮助，但这一切都无济于事，当他离“敌人”越来越近时，他口中惊恐地发出了：“喔!喔!”声并且是声嘶力竭，痛苦万分的声音，叫声惊醒了野兔，它吓了一大跳便迅速逃开了。斯尔茨先生见她逃离了战场，高兴地大叫：

“快看哪，韦特利，快看哪，

那恶魔只不过是只野兔。”

接着七个斯瓦比亚人继续他们的探险，这天他们来到了摩塞莱河。这是一条布满了青苔，平静而深沉的河流，水面上桥儿不多，有好多地方要乘船过去。但这七个斯瓦比亚人却对此一概不知。他们冲着对岸一位正在干活的人猛叫，问他怎样才能过去。因两岸距离远，别人又听不懂他们的话，那人没懂他们要干什么，于是就用他特武人的土话说：“干啥子?干啥子?”斯尔茨先生以为他在说：“涉水过河。”因为他排在最头，所以第一个踏入了河里。不久他就陷进泥里站不起来了，河里的浪花不断向他砸来，他的帽子也被风吹到了对岸。一只青蛙正好蹲在帽子旁，叫着：“呱，呱，呱。”呆在一边的六个人听到叫声，说道：“喔，伙计们，斯尔茨先生在叫咱们，既然他能涉水过河，我们为什么不能?”于是六人一齐跳入了水中，结果全部淹死了。就这样一只青蛙要了六条人命，那群斯瓦比亚人没有一个活着回家的。

七个斯瓦比亚人英文版：

The seven Swabians

3.四年级第三单元童话故事优秀作文 篇三

晚上到了，小白兔高高兴兴的走在去往山羊伯伯家的路上，可是在去的路上，碰到了哟条小河，她不会游泳，我该怎么办呢?过了一会儿，有一只乌龟从岸边游过来，小白兔连忙挥挥手叫乌龟游过来，乌龟游到了小白兔的身边问，小白兔你怎么还不去山羊的生日晚会。小白兔说：“我游不过小河，没办法去山羊伯伯的生日晚会了。”小乌龟说:“我驮你过河吧!”小白兔说;“谢谢你，小乌龟。”

小白兔爬到了乌龟的背上，因为小白兔是一第次骑在乌龟的背上，有点不习惯，小乌龟说：“多坐几次你就不怕了!”

4.格林童话故事第：三片蛇叶The three snake-leaves 篇四

有一天，在草地上，长出了一朵玫瑰花。路人们看见了，都说：“这朵玫瑰花真美啊!”慢慢的，玫瑰花变得骄傲起来。

每次玫瑰花看见别的花，它都骄傲的说：“你有我美丽吗?”许多的花都讨厌玫瑰花了。这时，玫瑰花发现自己身上有很多的.小刺，于是，它想要甩掉身上的小刺。小刺发现了，生气地说：“你要做什么?”“我要把你甩掉，因为你不让别人靠近我。”玫瑰花也生气地说。小刺只好无奈地走了。这时，玫瑰花发现自己好热，它向上看，发现太阳公公正在照着自己，它又生气地说：“太阳公公，你可不可以别照我?我好热。”太阳公公笑着说：“哈哈，我不照你，你怎么获得养分啊?”玫瑰花又说：“别照我了，可不可以啊?”太阳公公只好无奈地走了。这时，玫瑰花向下看了看，发现自己下面有一团黑漆漆的东西，玫瑰花又生气地说：“这是什么东西?”泥土阿姨说：“我是泥土阿姨，我能为你提供养分。”“我不听，我不听。”玫瑰花一下子跳了起来。

过了一段时间，玫瑰花花瓣掉了，叶子枯了，只剩下一根光秃秀的茎站在那里了。

5.格林童话故事第：三片蛇叶The three snake-leaves 篇五

1、大胆想象，编写童话故事，提高自己的书面表达能力及修改能力。

2、培养学生动脑筋想办法、会思考的能力以及按顺序表达的能力。

3、学习本组课文“通过某个故事或问题明白道理、受到启发”的表达方法，以编写“动物童话故事”为题，学习本组课文中的语言、动作、神态等描写方法，发挥想象，写出感受最深的地方，内容具体，感受真实。

整合内容：课文113页：口语交际•习作 主题：编写动物童话故事 基本教学流程：

一、创设情境，激活储备（1）初步感知

同学们已经读过了很多童话故事，在这些故事中，哪一篇故事给你留下的印象最深？你能简单说说这个故事和你读后的感受么？（2）小结

像我们学过的课文，《丑小鸭》就是通过对丑小鸭变成白天鹅的描述，告诉我们既要善待别人，又要正确对待自己；《小鹿的玫瑰花》是通过小鹿载了一丛玫瑰花的故事，告诉我们为别人创造幸福，自己也能从中得到快乐„„这些童话故事都是通过一个生动、有趣的小故事，告诉我们一个做人、处事的道理，让大家受到教育。一般都把动物、植物等当作人来写。

爱读童话的孩子都有一颗好奇、纯真的心。学写童话则更需要有想象力。今天就让我们开动脑筋，拿起手中的笔来编写童话故事。

二、方法引领，突破难点

1、请同学们先读读习作要求，然后小组讨论，看看这次习作要求有几方面的内容。

（1）大胆想象，编写童话故事，提高自己的书面表达能力及修改能力。

（2）培养学生动脑筋想办法、会思考的能力以及按顺序表达的能力。（3）学习本组课文“通过某个故事或问题明白道理、受到启发”的表达方法，以编写“动物童话故事”为题，学习本组课文中的语言、动作、神态等描写方法，发挥想象，写出感受最深的地方，内容具体，感受真实。

2、观察本课插图，看看都有哪些小动物，想象它们身上会发生什么故事？

提示：“主人公是谁？它们之间发生了一件什么事？” 小组内交流。

3、确定内容。

（一）故事的人物不宜选得过多，可以是书上提供的，也可以是自己选择的。

（二）想象的故事要注意说清楚是在什么时候、什么地点、怎么发生、怎么发展、结果怎样。

（三）你想通过这个“故事”告诉大家一个什么“道理”，这个“道理”可以直接写出来，也可以蕴含在故事里面。

（四）听故事《苍蝇与蜜蜂》

苍蝇与蜜蜂

一天，苍蝇正在垃圾上，看见一只小蜜蜂采蜜回来。苍蝇气愤地对蜜蜂说：“这里的人真凶狠，千方百计要害我，用拍子打我，用毒药水喷我……我决定搬家了。” 蜜蜂说：“这儿的人们并不像你讲得那样坏，他们待我很好，还替我造新的房子呢！原因是你不讲卫生，整天停在肮脏的东西上，专门去吃人们的食物，把细菌带到食物上，使人生病。” 苍蝇不服气，还想争辩。蜜蜂看了他一眼，冷冷地说：“你要不改变自己的行为，无论搬到哪里，都会遭到人们的驱逐和攻击。”

苍蝇听了这一番话，呆呆地站着，无话可爸说。最后只能无可奈何地、长长地叹了一口气。

模仿也是一种学习，老师愿你们在模仿中有创新。

（五）回顾课文《陶罐和铁罐》

1.默读2—9自然段，分别把文中描写陶罐和铁罐神态和动作的词语标注出来 板书

a.傲慢用傲慢的语气来读对话 用同样的方法来处理：

谦虚、轻蔑、争辩（注意强调：1.懦弱是什么意思？陶罐真的懦弱吗？从哪个词看出来？争辩）恼怒。

a．“何必这样说呢？”陶罐（）说，我们„„ b．“和你在一起，我感到羞耻，„..”铁罐（）说„„ 2.同桌分角色读，男女生分角色读。可以加动作。3.你觉得陶罐和铁罐分别是什么样的性格？

大家在读书的时候，留心描写神态和动作的词语，可以把它们积累到自己的读书笔记上。

三、放胆试写，自主修改

下面，你们就开始动笔写吧。老师相信，你们就是最出色的童话大王。写作注意事项：

（1）写时要有一定的顺序，故事的过程要写清楚，看谁编写得有趣。（2）语句要通顺。

（3）写完后多读几遍。并进行自主修改。

四、赏评习作，完善提高

1、组内先交流一下自己编写的童话，互相听一听，评一评，看谁编得最有趣。

2、小组长推荐推荐组内同学，读一下自己创编的童话，大家欣赏。

3、教师推荐几篇有代表性的童话故事，和大家互相交流。

6.格林童话故事第：三片蛇叶The three snake-leaves 篇六

在一条狭窄、弯曲的街上，在许多穷苦的住屋中间，有一座非常狭小、但是很高的木房子。它四边都要塌了。这屋子里住着的全是穷人，而住在顶楼里的人最穷。在这房间唯一的一个小窗子前面，挂着一个歪歪斜斜的破鸟笼。它连一个适当的水盅也没有;只有一个倒转来的瓶颈，嘴上塞着一个塞子，盛满了水。一位老小姐站在这开着的窗子旁边，她刚刚用繁缕草把这鸟笼打扮了一番。一只小苍头燕雀从这根梁上跳到那根梁上，唱得非常起劲。

“是的，你倒可以唱歌!”瓶颈说——它当然不是像我们一样讲话，因为瓶颈是不会讲话的。不过它是在心里这样想，正如我们人静静地在内心里讲话一样。“是的，你倒可以唱歌!因为你的肢体是完整的呀。你应该体会一下这种情况：没有身体，只剩下一个颈项和一个嘴，而且像我一样嘴上还堵了一个塞子。这样你就不会唱歌了。但是能作作乐也是一桩好事!我没有任何理由来唱歌，而且我也不会唱。是的，当我是一个完整的瓶子的时候，如果有人用塞子在我身上擦几下的话，我也能唱一下的。人们把我叫做十全十美的百灵鸟，伟大的百灵鸟!啊，当我和毛皮商人一家人在郊游野餐的时候!当他的女儿在订婚的时候!是的，我记得那情景，仿佛就是昨天的事情似的。只要我回忆一下，我经历过的事情可真不少。我经历过火和水，在黑泥土里面呆过，也曾经比大多数的东西爬得高。现在我却悬在这鸟笼的外面，悬在空气中，在太阳光里!我的故事值得听一听;但是我不把它大声讲出来，因为我不能大声讲。”

于是瓶颈就讲起自己的故事，这是一个很奇怪的故事。它在心里讲这故事，也可以说是在心里想自己的故事。那只小鸟愉快地唱着歌。街上的人有的乘车子，有的匆匆步行;各人想着各人的事，也许什么事也没有想。可是瓶颈在想。

它在想着工厂里那个火焰高蹿的熔炉。它就是在那儿被吹成瓶形的。它还记得那时它很热，它曾经向那个发出咝咝声的炉子——它的老家——望过一眼。它真想再跳回到里面去;不过它后来慢慢地变冷了，它觉得它当时的样子也蛮好。它是立在一大群兄弟姊妹的行列中间——都是从一个熔炉里生出来的。不过有的被吹成了香槟酒瓶，有的被吹成了啤酒瓶，而这是有区别的!在它们走进世界里去以后，一个啤酒瓶很可能会装最贵重的“拉克里麦·克利斯蒂”①，而一个香槟酒瓶可能只装黑鞋油。不过一个人天生是什么东西，他的样子总不会变的——贵族究竟是贵族，哪怕他满肚子装的是黑鞋油也罢。

所有的瓶子不久就被包装起来了，我们的这个瓶子也在其中。在那个时候，它没有想到自己会成为一个瓶颈，当作鸟儿的水盅——这究竟是一件光荣的事情，因为这说明它还有点用处!它再也没有办法见到天日，直到最后才跟别的朋友们一块儿从一个酒商的地窖里被取出箱子来，第一次在水里洗了一通——这是一种很滑稽的感觉。

它躺在那儿，空空地，没有瓶塞。它感到非常不愉快，它缺少一件什么东西——究竟是什么东西，它也讲不出来。最后它装满了贵重的美酒，安上一个塞子，并且封了口。它上面贴着一张纸条：“上等”。它觉得好像在考试时得了优等一样。不过酒的确不坏，瓶也不坏。一个人的年轻时代是诗的.时代!其中有它所不知道的优美的歌：绿色的、阳光照着的山岳，那上面长着葡萄，还有许多快乐的女子和高兴的男子，在歌唱，跳舞。的确，生活是多么美好啊!这瓶子的身体里，现在就有这种优美的歌声，像在许多年轻诗人的心里一样——他们常常也不知道他们心里唱的是什么东西。

有一天早晨，瓶子被人买去了。毛皮商人的学徒被派去买一瓶最上等的酒。瓶子就跟火腿、干酪和香肠一起放进一个篮子里。那里面还有最好的黄油和最好的面包——这是毛皮商人的女儿亲手装进去的。她是那么年轻，那么美丽。她有一双笑眯眯的棕色眼睛，嘴唇上也老是飘着微笑——跟她的眼睛同样富有表情的微笑。她那双柔嫩的手白得可爱，而她的脖子更白。人们一眼就可以看出，她是全城中最美的女子;而且她还没有订过婚。

当这一家人到森林里去野餐的时候，篮子就放在这位小姐的膝上。瓶颈从白餐巾的尖角里伸出来。塞子上封着红蜡，瓶子一直向这姑娘的脸上望，也朝着坐在这姑娘旁边的一个年轻的水手望。他是她儿时的朋友，一位肖像画家的儿子。最近他考试得到优等，成了大副;明天就要开一条船到一个遥远的国度去。当瓶子装进篮子里去的时候，他们正谈论着这次旅行的事情。那时，这位毛皮商人的漂亮女儿的一对眼睛和嘴唇的确没有露出什么愉快的表情。

这对年轻人在绿树之间漫步着，交谈着。他们在谈什么呢?是的，瓶子听不见，因为它是装在菜篮子里。过了很长的一段时间以后，它才被取出来。不过当它被取出来的时候，大家已经很快乐了，因为所有的人都在笑，而毛皮商人的女儿也在笑。不过她的话讲得很少，而她的两个脸蛋红得像两朵玫瑰花。

父亲一手拿着酒瓶，一手紧握着拔瓶塞的开塞钻。是的，被人拔一下的确是一种奇怪的感觉，尤其是第一次。瓶颈永远也忘不了这给它印象最深的一刹那。的确，当那瓶塞飞出去的时候，它心里说了一声“扑!”当酒倒进杯子里的时候，它咯咯地唱了一两下。

“祝这订婚的一对健康!”爸爸说。每次总是干杯。那个年轻的水手吻着他美丽的未婚妻。

“祝你们幸福和快乐!”老年夫妇说。

年轻人又倒满了一杯。

“明年这时就回家结婚!”他说。当他把酒喝干了的时候，他把瓶子高高地举起，说：“在我这一生最愉快的一天中，你恰巧在场;我不愿意你再为别人服务!”

于是他就把瓶子扔向空中。毛皮商人的女儿肯定地相信她决不会再有机会看到这瓶子了，然而她却看到了。它落到树林里一个小池旁浓密的芦苇中去了。瓶子还能清楚地记得它在那儿躺着时的情景。它想：

“我给他们酒，而他们却给我池水，但是他们本来的用意是很好的!”

它再也没有看到这对订了婚的年轻人和那对快乐的老夫妇了。不过它有好一会儿还能听到他们的欢乐和歌声。最后有两个农家孩子走来了;他们朝芦苇里望，发现了这个瓶子，于是就把它捡起来。现在它算是有一个归宿了。

他们住在一个木房子里，共有兄弟三个。他们的大哥是一个水手。他昨天回家来告别，因为他要去作一次长途旅行。母亲在忙着替他收拾旅途中要用的一些零碎东西。这天晚上他父亲就要把行李送到城里去，想要在别离前再看儿子一次，同时代表母亲和他自己说几句告别的话。行李里还放有一瓶药酒，这时孩子们恰巧拿着他们找到的那个更结实的大瓶子走进来。比起那个小瓶子来，这瓶子能够装更多的酒，而且还是能治消化不良的好烧酒，里面浸有药草。瓶子里装的不是以前那样好的红酒，而是苦味的药酒，但这有时也是很好的——对于胃痛很好。现在要装进行李中去的就是这个新的大瓶子，而不是原来的那个小瓶子。因此这瓶子又开始旅行起来。它和彼得·演生一起上了船。这就是那个年轻的大副所乘的一条船。但是他没有看到这瓶子。的确，他不会知道，或者想到，这就是曾经倒出酒来、祝福他订婚和安全回家的那个瓶子。

当然它里面没有好酒，但是它仍然装着同样好的东西。每当彼得·演生把它取出来时，他的朋友们总把它叫做“药店”。它里面装着好药——治腹痛的药。只要它还有一滴留下，它总是有用的。这要算是它幸福的时候了。当塞子擦着它的时候，它就唱出歌来。因此它被人叫做“大百灵鸟——彼得·演生的百灵鸟”。

漫长的岁月过去了。瓶子呆在一个角落里，已经空了。这时出了一件事情——究竟是在出航时出的呢，还是在回家的途中出的，它说不大清楚，因为它从来没有上过岸。暴风雨起来了，巨浪在沉重地、阴森地颠簸着，船在起落不定。主桅在断裂;巨浪把船板撞开了;抽水机现在也无能为力了。这是漆黑的夜。船在下沉。但是在最后一瞬间，那个年轻的大副在一页纸上写下这样的字：“愿耶稣保佑!我们现在要沉了!”他写下他的未婚妻的名字，也写下自己的名字和船的名字，便把纸条塞在手边这只空瓶子里，然后把塞子塞好，把它扔进这波涛汹涌的大海里去。他不知道，它曾经为他和她倒出过幸福和希望的酒。现在它带着他的祝福和死神的祝福在浪花中漂流。

船沉了，船员也一起沉了。瓶子像鸟儿似地飞着，因为它身体里带着一颗心和一封亲爱的信;太阳升起了，又落下了。对瓶子说来，这好像它在出生时所看见的那个红彤彤的熔炉——它那时多么希望能再跳进去啊!

它经历过晴和的天气和新的暴风雨。但是它没有撞到石礁，也没有被什么鲨鱼吞掉。它这样漂流了不知多少年，有时漂向北，有时漂向南，完全由浪涛的流动来左右。除此以外，它可以算是独立自主了;但是一个人有时也不兔对于这种自由感到厌倦起来。

那张字条——那张代表恋人同未婚妻最后告别的字条，如果能到达她手中的话，只会带给她悲哀;但是那双白嫩的、曾在订婚那天在树林中新生的草地上铺过桌布的手现在在什么地方呢?那毛皮商的女儿在哪儿呢?是啊，那块土地，那块离她的住所最近的陆地在哪儿呢?瓶子一点也不知道;它往前漂流着，漂流着;最后漂流得厌倦了，因为漂流究竟不是生活的目的。但是它不得不漂流，一直到最后它到达了陆地——到达一块陌生的陆地。这儿人们所讲的话，它一句也听不懂，因为这不是它从前听到过的语言。一个人不懂当地的语言，真是一件很大的损失。

瓶子被捞起来了，而且也被检查过了。它里面的纸条也被发现了，被取了出来，同时被人翻来覆去地看，但是上面所写的字却没有人看得懂。他们知道瓶子一定是从船上抛下来的——纸条上一定写着这类事情。但是纸上写的是什么字呢?这个问题却是一个谜。于是纸条又被塞进瓶子里面去，而瓶子被放进一个大柜子里。它们现在都在一座大房子里的一个大房间里。

每次有生人来访的时候，纸条就被取出来，翻来覆去地看，弄得上面铅笔写的字迹变得更模糊了，最后连上面的字母也没有人看得出来了。

瓶子在柜子里呆了一年，后来被放到顶楼的储藏室里去了，全身都布满了灰尘和蜘蛛网。于是它就想起了自己的幸福的时光，想起它在树林里倒出红酒，想起它带着一个秘密、一个音信、一个别离的叹息在海上漂流。

它在顶楼里待了整整。要不是这座房子要重建的话，它可能待得更长。屋顶被拆掉了，瓶子也被人发现了。大家都谈论着它，但是它却听不懂他们的话，因为一个人被锁在顶楼里决不能学会一种语言的，哪怕他待上20年也不成。

“如果我住在下面的房间里，”瓶子想，“我可能已经学会这种语言了!”

它现在被洗刷了一番。这的确是很必要的。它感到透亮和清爽，真是返老还童了。但是它那么忠实地带来的那张纸条，已经在洗刷中被毁掉了。

7.格林童话故事第：三片蛇叶The three snake-leaves 篇七

从前有一枚毫子，当他从造币厂里走出来的时候，他容光焕发，又跳又叫：“万岁!我现在要到广大的世界上去了!”于是他就走到这个广大的世界上来了。

孩子用温暖的手捏着他，守财奴用又粘又冷的手抓着他。

老年人翻来覆去地看他，年轻人一把他拿到手里就花掉。这个毫子是银子做的，身上铜的成分很少;他来到这个世界上已经有一年的光阴了——这就是说，在铸造他的这个国家里。

但是有一天他要出国旅行去了。他是他旅行的主人的钱袋中最后一枚本国钱。这位绅士只有当这钱来到手上时才知道有他。

“我手中居然还剩下一枚本国钱!”他说。“那么他可以跟我一块去旅行了。”

当他把这枚毫子仍旧放进钱袋里去的时候，毫子就发出当啷的响声，高兴得跳起来。他现在跟一些陌生的朋友在一起;这些朋友来了又去，留下空位子给后来的人填。不过这枚本国毫子老是待在钱袋里;这是一种光荣。

好几个星期过去了。毫子在这世界上已经跑得很远，弄得连他自己也不知道究竟到了什么地方。他只是从别的钱币那里听说，他们不是法国造的，就是意大利造的。一个说，他们到了某某城市;另一个说，他们是在某某地方。不过毫子对于这些说法完全摸不着头脑。一个人如果老是待在袋子里，当然是什么也看不见的。毫子的情形正是这样。

不过有一天，当他正躺在钱袋里的时候，他发现袋子没有扣上。因此他就偷偷地爬到袋口，朝外面望了几眼。他不应该这样做，不过他很好奇——人们常常要为这种好奇心付出代价的。他轻轻地溜到裤袋里去;这天晚上，当钱袋被取出的时候，毫子却在他原来的地方留下来了。他和其他的衣服一道，被送到走廊上去了。他在这儿滚到地上来，谁也没有听到他，谁也没有看到他。

第二天早晨，这些衣服又被送回房里来了。那位绅士穿上了，继续他的旅行，而这枚毫子却被留在后面。他被发现了，所以就不得不又出来为人们服务。他跟另外三块钱一起被用出去了。

“看看周围的事物是一桩愉快的事情，”毫子想。“认识许多人和知道许多风俗习惯，也是一桩愉快的事情。”

“这是一枚什么毫子?”这时有一个人说。“它不是这国家的钱，它是一枚假钱，一点用也没有。”

毫子的故事，根据他自己所讲的，就从这儿开始。

“假货——一点用也没有!这话真叫我伤心!”毫子说。

“我知道我是上好的银子铸成的，敲起来响亮，官印是真的。

这些人一定是弄错了。他们决不是指我!不过，是的，他们是指我。他们特地把我叫做假货，说我没有一点用。‘我得偷偷地把这家伙使用出去!’得到我的那个人说;于是我就在黑夜里被人转手，在白天被人咒骂。——‘假货——没有用!我得赶快把它使用出去。’”

每次当银毫被偷偷地当作一枚本国钱币转手的时候，他就在人家的手中发抖。

“我是一枚多么可怜的毫子啊!如果我的银子、我的价值、我的官印都没有用处，那么它们对于我又有什么意义呢?在世人的眼中，人们认为你有价值才算有价值。我本来是没有罪的;因为我的.外表对我不利，就显得有罪，于是我就不得不在罪恶的道路上偷偷摸摸地爬来爬去。我因此而感到心中不安;这真是可怕!——每次当我被拿出来的时候，一想起世人望着我的那些眼睛，我就战栗起来，因为我知道我将会被当做一个骗子和假货退回去，扔到桌子上的。

“有一次我落到一个穷苦的老太婆的手里，作为她一天辛苦劳动的工资。她完全没有办法把我扔掉。谁也不要我，结果我成了她的一件沉重的心事。

“‘我不得不用这毫子去骗一个什么人，’她说，‘因为我没有力量收藏一枚假钱。那个有钱的面包师应该得到它，他有力量吃这点亏——不过，虽然如此，我干这件事究竟还是不对的。’

“那么我也只好成了这老太婆良心上的一个负担了，”银毫叹了一口气。“难道我到了晚年真的要改变得这么多吗?”

“于是老太婆就到有钱的面包师那儿去。这人非常熟悉市上一般流行的毫子;我没有办法使他接受。他当面就把我扔回给那个老太婆。她因此也就没有用我买到面包。我感到万分难过，觉得我居然成了别人苦痛的源泉——而我在年轻的时候却是那么快乐、那么自信：我认识到我的价值和我的官印。我真是忧郁得很;一枚人家不要的毫子所能有的苦痛，我全有了。不过那个老太婆又把我带回家去。她以一种友爱和温和的态度热情地看着我。‘不，我将不用你去欺骗任何人，’她说。‘我将在你身上打一个眼，好使人们一看就知道你是假货。不过——而且——而且我刚才想到——你可能是一枚吉祥的毫子。我相信这是真的。这个想法在我脑子里的印象很深。我将在这毫子上打一个洞，穿一根线，把它作为一枚吉祥的毫子挂在邻居家一个小孩的脖子上。’

“因此她就在我身上打了一个洞。被人敲出一个洞来当然不是一桩很痛快的事情;不过，只要人们的用意是善良的，许多苦痛也就可以忍受得下了。我身上穿进了一根线，于是我就变成了一枚徽章，挂在一个小孩子的脖子上。这孩子对着我微笑，吻着我;我整夜躺在他温暖的、天真的胸脯上。

“早晨到来的时候，孩子的母亲就把我拿到手上，研究我。

她对我有她自己的一套想法——这一点我马上就能感觉出来。她取出一把剪刀来，把这根线剪断了。

“‘一枚吉祥的毫子!’她说。‘唔，我们马上就可以看得出来。’

“她把我放进醋里，使我变得全身发绿。然后她把这洞塞住，把我擦了一会儿;接着在傍晚的黄昏中，把我带到一个卖彩票的人那儿去，用我买了一张使她发财的彩票。

“我是多么苦痛啊!我内心有一种刺痛的感觉，好像我要破裂似的。我知道，我将会被人叫做假货，被人扔掉——而且在一大堆别的毫子和钱币面前扔掉。他们的脸上都刻着字和人像，可以因此觉得了不起。但是我溜走了。卖彩票的人的房间里有许多人;他忙得很，所以我当啷一声就跟许多其他的钱币滚进匣子里去了。究竟我的那张彩票中了奖没有，我一点也不知道。不过有一点我是知道的，那就是：第二天早晨人们将会认出我是一个假货，而把我拿去继续不断地欺骗人。这是一种令人非常难受的事情，特别是你自己的品行本来很好——我自己不能否认我这一点的。

“有好长一段时间，我就是从这只手里转到那只手里，从这一家跑到那一家，我老是被人咒骂，老是被人瞧不起。谁也不相信我，我对于自己和世人都失去了信心。这真是一种很不好过的日子。

“最后有一天一个旅客来了。我当然被转到他的手中去，他这人也天真得很，居然接受了我，把我当做一枚通用的货币。不过他也想把我用出去。于是我又听到一个叫声：‘没有用——假货!’

“‘我是把它作为真货接受过来的呀，’这人说。然后他仔细地看了我一下，忽然满脸露出笑容——我以前从没有看到，任何面孔在看到我的时候会露出这样的表情。‘嗨，这是什么?’他说。‘这原来是我本国的一枚钱，一个从我家乡来的、诚实的、老好的毫子;而人们却把它敲出一个洞，还要把它当做假货。嗯，这倒是一件妙事!我要把它留下来，一起带回家去。’

“我一听到我被叫做老好的、诚实的毫子，我全身都感到快乐。现在我将要被带回家去。在那儿每个人将会认得我，会知道我是用真正的银子铸出来的，并且盖着官印，我高兴得几乎要冒出火星来;然而我究竟没有冒出火星的性能，因为那是钢铁的特性，而不是银子的特性。

“我被包在一张干净的白纸里，好使得我不要跟别的钱币混在一起而被用出去。只有在喜庆的场合、当许多本国人聚集在一起的时候，我才被拿出来给大家看。大家都称赞我，他们说我很有趣——说来很妙，一个人可以不说一句话而仍然会显得有趣。

“最后我总算是回到家里来了。我的一切烦恼都告结束。我的快乐又开始了，因为我是好银子制的，而且盖有真正的官印。我再也没有苦恼的事儿要忍受了，虽然我像一枚假钱币一样，身上已经穿了一个孔。但是假如一个人实际上并不是一件假货，那又有什么关系呢?一个人应该等到最后一刻，他的冤屈总会被申雪的——这是我的信仰。”毫子说。

一枚银毫英文版：

The Silver Shilling

THERE was once a shilling, which came forth from the mint springing and shouting, “Hurrah! now I am going out into the wide world.” And truly it did go out into the wide world. The children held it with warm hands, the miser with a cold and convulsive grasp, and the old people turned it about, goodness knows how many times, while the young people soon allowed it to roll away from them. The shilling was made of silver, it contained very little copper, and considered itself quite out in the world when it had been circulated for a year in the country in which it had been coined. One day, it really did go out into the world, for it belonged to a gentleman who was about to travel in foreign lands. This gentleman was not aware that the shilling lay at the bottom of his purse when he started, till he one day found it between his fingers. “Why,” cried he, “here is a shilling from home; well, it must go on its travels with me now!” and the shilling jumped and rattled for joy, when it was put back again into the purse.

Here it lay among a number of foreign companions, who were always coming and going, one taking the place of another, but the shilling from home was always put back, and had to remain in the purse, which was certainly a mark of distinction. Many weeks passed, during which the shilling had travelled a long distance in the purse, without in the least knowing where he was. He had found out that the other coins were French and Italian; and one coin said they were in this town, and another said they were in that, but the shilling was unable to make out or imagine what they meant. A man certainly cannot see much of the world if he is tied up in a bag, and this was really the shilling’s fate. But one day, as he was lying in the purse, he noticed that it was not quite closed, and so he slipped near to the opening to have a little peep into society. He certainly had not the least idea of what would follow, but he was curious, and curiosity often brings its own punishment. In his eagerness, he came so near the edge of the purse that he slipped out into the pocket of the trousers; and when, in the evening, the purse was taken out, the shilling was left behind in the corner to which it had fallen. As the clothes were being carried into the hall, the shilling fell out on the floor, unheard and unnoticed by any one. The next morning the clothes were taken back to the room, the gentleman put them on, and started on his journey again; but the shilling remained behind on the floor. After a time it was found, and being considered a good coin, was placed with three other coins. “Ah,” thought the shilling, “this is pleasant; I shall now see the world, become acquainted with other people, and learn other customs.”

“Do you call that a shilling?” said some one the next moment. “That is not a genuine coin of the country,—it is false; it is good for nothing.”

Now begins the story as it was afterwards related by the shilling himself.

“‘False! good for nothing!’ said he. That remark went through and through me like a dagger. I knew that I had a true ring, and that mine was a genuine stamp. These people must at all events be wrong, or they could not mean me. But yes, I was the one they called ‘false, and good for nothing.’

“‘Then I must pay it away in the dark,’ said the man who had received me. So I was to be got rid of in the darkness, and be again insulted in broad daylight.

“‘False! good for nothing!’ Oh, I must contrive to get lost, thought I. And I trembled between the fingers of the people every time they tried to pass me off slyly as a coin of the country. Ah! unhappy shilling that I was! Of what use were my silver, my stamp, and my real value here, where all these qualities were worthless. In the eyes of the world, a man is valued just according to the opinion formed of him. It must be a shocking thing to have a guilty conscience, and to be sneaking about on account of wicked deeds. As for me, innocent as I was, I could not help shuddering before their eyes whenever they brought me out, for I knew I should be thrown back again up the table as a false pretender. At length I was paid away to a poor old woman, who received me as wages for a hard day’s work. But she could not again get rid of me; no one would take me. I was to the woman a most unlucky shilling. ‘I am positively obliged to pass this shilling to somebody,’ said she; ‘I cannot, with the best intentions, lay by a bad shilling. The rich baker shall have it,—he can bear the loss better than I can. But, after all, it is not a right thing to do.’

“‘Ah!’ sighed I to myself, ‘am I also to be a burden on the conscience of this poor woman? Am I then in my old days so completely changed?’ The woman offered me to the rich baker, but he knew the current money too well, and as soon as he received me he threw me almost in the woman’s face. She could get no bread for me, and I felt quite grieved to the heart that I should be cause of so much trouble to another, and be treated as a cast-off coin. I who, in my young days, felt so joyful in the certainty of my own value, and knew so well that I bore a genuine stamp. I was as sorrowful now as a poor shilling can be when nobody will have him. The woman took me home again with her, and looking at me very earnestly, she said, ‘No, I will not try to deceive any one with thee again. I will bore a hole through thee, that everyone may know that thou art a false and worthless thing; and yet, why should I do that? Very likely thou art a lucky shilling. A thought has just struck me that it is so, and I believe it. Yes, I will make a hole in the shilling,’ said she, ‘and run a string through it, and then give it to my neighbor’s little one to hang round her neck, as a lucky shilling.’ So she drilled a hole through me.

“It is really not at all pleasant to have a hole bored through one, but we can submit to a great deal when it is done with a good intention. A string was drawn through the hole, and I became a kind of medal. They hung me round the neck of a little child, and the child laughed at me and kissed me, and I rested for one whole night on the warm, innocent breast of a child.

“In the morning the child’s mother took me between her fingers, and had certain thoughts about me, which I very soon found out. First, she looked for a pair of scissors, and cut the string.

“‘Lucky shilling!’ said she, ‘certainly this is what I mean to try.’ Then she laid me in vinegar till I became quite green, and after that she filled up the hole with cement, rubbed me a little to brighten me up, and went out in the twilight hour to the lottery collector, to buy herself a ticket, with a shilling that should bring luck. How everything seemed to cause me trouble. The lottery collector pressed me so hard that I thought I should crack. I had been called false, I had been thrown away,—that I knew; and there were many shillings and coins with inscriptions and stamps of all kinds lying about. I well knew how proud they were, so I avoided them from very shame. With the collector were several men who seemed to have a great deal to do, so I fell unnoticed into a chest, among several other coins.

“Whether the lottery ticket gained a prize, I know not; but this I know, that in a very few days after, I was recognized as a bad shilling, and laid aside. Everything that happened seemed always to add to my sorrow. Even if a man has a good character, it is of no use for him to deny what is said of him, for he is not considered an impartial judge of himself.

“A year passed, and in this way I had been changed from hand to hand; always abused, always looked at with displeasure, and trusted by no one; but I trusted in myself, and had no confidence in the world. Yes, that was a very dark time.

“At length one day I was passed to a traveller, a foreigner, the very same who had brought me away from home; and he was simple and true-hearted enough to take me for current coin. But would he also attempt to pass me? and should I again hear the outcry, ‘False! good-for-nothing!’ The traveller examined me attentively, ‘I took thee for good coin,’ said he; then suddenly a smile spread all over his face. I have never seen such a smile on any other face as on his. ‘Now this is singular,’ said he, ‘it is a coin from my own country; a good, true, shilling from home. Some one has bored a hole through it, and people have no doubt called it false. How curious that it should come into my hands. I will take it home with me to my own house.’

“Joy thrilled through me when I heard this. I had been once more called a good, honest shilling, and I was to go back to my own home, where each and all would recognize me, and know that I was made of good silver, and bore a true, genuine stamp. I should have been glad in my joy to throw out sparks of fire, but it has never at any time been my nature to sparkle. Steel can do so, but not silver. I was wrapped up in fine, white paper, that I might not mix with the other coins and be lost; and on special occasions, when people from my own country happened to be present, I was brought forward and spoken of very kindly. They said I was very interesting, and it was really quite worth while to notice that those who are interesting have often not a single word to say for themselves.

8.格林童话故事第：三片蛇叶The three snake-leaves 篇八

是的，在一千年之内，人类将乘着蒸汽的翅膀，在天空中飞行，在海洋上飞行!年轻的美洲人将会成为古老欧洲的游客。他们将会到这儿来看许多古迹和成为废墟的城市，正如我们现在去参拜南亚的那些正在湮灭的奇观一样。

他们在一千年之内就会到来!

泰晤士河，多瑙河，莱茵河仍然在滚滚地流;布朗克山带着它积雪的山峰在屹立着;北极光照耀着北国的土地;但是人类已经一代接着一代地化为尘土，曾经一度当权的人们已经在人们的记忆中消逝，跟那些躺在坟墓里的人没有两样。富有的商人在这些坟地上——因为这片土地是他的田产——放了一个凳子。他坐在那上面欣赏他一片波浪似的麦田。

“到欧洲去!”美洲的年轻人说，“到我们祖先的国度去，到回忆和幻想的美丽的国度去——到欧洲去!”

飞船到来了，里面坐满了客人，因为这种旅行要比海上航行快得多。海底的电线已经把这批空中旅客的人数报告过去了。大家已经可以看见欧洲——爱尔兰的海岸线。但是旅客们仍然在睡觉。当他们到了英国上空的时候，人们才会把他们喊醒。他们所踏上的欧洲的头一片土地是知识分子所谓的莎士比亚的国度——别的人把它称为政治的国度，机器的国度。

他们在这儿停留了一整天——这一群忙碌的人在英格兰和苏格兰只能花这么多的时间。

于是他们通过英吉利海峡的隧道①到法国去——到查理大帝②和拿破仑的国度里去。人们提起了莫里哀这个名字。学者们讲起了远古时代的古典派和浪漫派;大家兴高采烈地谈论着英雄、诗人和科学家;我们还不知道这些人，但他们将会在欧洲的中心——巴黎——产生。

飞船飞到哥伦布所出发的那个国度③。柯尔特兹④是在这儿出生，加尔得龙⑤在这儿写出他奔放的诗剧。在那些开满了花朵的山谷里，仍然住着黑眼睛的美妇人;在那些古老的歌中，人们可以听到西得和阿朗布拉⑥的名字。

旅客们横越过高空和大海，到了意大利。古老的、永恒的.罗马就在这儿。它已经消逝了;加班牙⑦是一片荒凉。圣彼得教堂⑧只剩下一堵孤独的断墙，但是人们还要怀疑它是不是真迹。

接着他们就到了希腊。他们在奥林普斯山顶上的华贵旅馆里过了一夜，表明他们曾经到过这块地方。旅程向波士泼路斯⑨前进，以便到那儿休息几个钟头，同时看看拜占庭的遗址。传说上所讲的那些曾经是土耳其人作为哈伦⑩花园的地方，现在只有穷苦的渔人在那儿撒网。

他们在宽阔的多瑙河两岸的那些大城市的遗迹上飞过。在我们这个时代，我们不认识这些城市。它们是在时间的进程中成长起来的;它们充满了记忆。在这儿旅客们一会儿在这儿落下来，一会儿又从那儿飞走。

下面出现的就是德国。它的土地上密布着铁路和运河。在这国土上，路德讲过话，歌德唱过歌，莫扎特掌握过音乐的领导权。在科学和音乐方面，这儿曾经出现过辉煌的名字——我们所不认识的名字。他们花了一天工夫游览德国，另一天工夫游览北欧——奥尔斯德特和林涅斯⑾的祖国，充满了古代英雄和住着年轻诺曼人的挪威。他们在归途中拜访了冰岛。沸泉⑿已经不再喷水了，赫克拉火山⒀也已经熄灭。不过那座坚固的石岛仍然屹立在波涛汹涌的大海中，作为传奇故事和诗篇⒁的永久纪念碑。

“在欧洲可以看的东西真多!”年轻的美国人说，“我们花一周的工夫就把它看完了，而且这并不困难，像那位伟大的旅行家(于是他举出了他的一个同时代的人的名字)在他的名著《一周游欧记》中所说的一样。”

①这条隧道可以把英国和欧洲大陆连接起来。关于这条隧道的计划，谈论了许多年，于1990年基本完成。

②查理大帝(Charlemagne，742-814)是古代住在法国土地上一个民族法朗克人的国王。

③指西班牙，因为哥伦布是从西班牙出发到美洲去的。

④柯尔特兹(Hernan Cortes，1485-1547)是西班牙第一个征服墨西哥的人。

⑤加尔得龙(Calderon，1809-1845)是西班牙的名诗人和剧作家。

⑥西得(Cid)是西班牙历史中的一个英雄人物，后来成为许多诗剧中的主人公。阿朗布拉(Alhambra)是摩尔人14世纪在西班牙建立的一个宫殿，非常华丽

⑦这是罗马周围的一片大平原，古时罗马帝国游猎之地。

⑧这是罗马最大的一个教堂。

⑨这是黑海上的一条海峡。

⑩哈伦(Harem)是土耳其统治者蓄养妻妾的地方。

⑾奥尔斯德特(H.C.Oersted，1777-1851)是丹麦的名物理学家。林涅斯(Linnes，1707-1788)是瑞典的名博物学家。

⑿这是指冰岛的一个有名的温泉Geysir。

⒀冰岛的一个火山，约有1557米高。

⒁原文是Saga，这是古代冰岛的一种说唱英雄叙事诗。

一千年之内英文版：

In a Thousand Years

YES, in a thousand years people will fly on the wings of steam through the air, over the ocean! The young inhabitants of America will become visitors of old Europe. They will come over to see the monuments and the great cities, which will then be in ruins, just as we in our time make pilgrimages to the tottering splendors of Southern Asia. In a thousand years they will come!

The Thames, the Danube, and the Rhine still roll their course, Mont Blanc stands firm with its snow-capped summit, and the Northern Lights gleam over the land of the North; but generation after generation has become dust, whole rows of the mighty of the moment are forgotten, like those who already slumber under the hill on which the rich trader, whose ground it is, has built a bench, on which he can sit and look out across his waving corn fields.

“To Europe!” cry the young sons of America; “to the land of our ancestors, the glorious land of monuments and fancy—to Europe!”

The ship of the air comes. It is crowded with passengers, for the transit is quicker than by sea. The electro-magnetic wire under the ocean has already telegraphed the number of the aerial caravan. Europe is in sight. It is the coast of Ireland that they see, but the passengers are still asleep; they will not be called till they are exactly over England. There they will first step on European shore, in the land of Shakespeare, as the educated call it; in the land of politics, the land of machines, as it is called by others.

Here they stay a whole day. That is all the time the busy race can devote to the whole of England and Scotland. Then the journey is continued through the tunnel under the English Channel, to France, the land of Charlemagne and Napoleon. Moliere is named, the learned men talk of the classic school of remote antiquity. There is rejoicing and shouting for the names of heroes, poets, and men of science, whom our time does not know, but who will be born after our time in Paris, the centre of Europe, and elsewhere.

The air steamboat flies over the country whence Columbus went forth, where Cortez was born, and where Calderon sang dramas in sounding verse. Beautiful black-eyed women live still in the blooming valleys, and the oldest songs speak of the Cid and the Alhambra.

Then through the air, over the sea, to Italy, where once lay old, everlasting Rome. It has vanished! The Campagna lies desert. A single ruined wall is shown as the remains of St. Peter’s, but there is a doubt if this ruin be genuine.

Next to Greece, to sleep a night in the grand hotel at the top of Mount Olympus, to say that they have been there; and the journey is continued to the Bosphorus, to rest there a few hours, and see the place where Byzantium lay; and where the legend tells that the harem stood in the time of the Turks, poor fishermen are now spreading their nets.

Over the remains of mighty cities on the broad Danube, cities which we in our time know not, the travellers pass; but here and there, on the rich sites of those that time shall bring forth, the caravan sometimes descends, and departs thence again.

Down below lies Germany, that was once covered with a close net of railway and canals, the region where Luther spoke, where Goethe sang, and Mozart once held the sceptre of harmony. Great names shine there, in science and in art, names that are unknown to us. One day devoted to seeing Germany, and one for the North, the country of Oersted and Linnaeus, and for Norway, the land of the old heroes and the young Normans. Iceland is visited on the journey home. The geysers burn no more, Hecla is an extinct volcano, but the rocky island is still fixed in the midst of the foaming sea, a continual monument of legend and poetry.

9.格林童话故事第：三片蛇叶The three snake-leaves 篇九

“In the winter, when the fields were covered with snow, and the water filled with large blocks of ice which I had blown up to the coast,” continued the Wind, “great flocks of crows and ravens, dark and black as they usually are, came and alighted on the lonely, deserted ship. Then they croaked in harsh accents of the forest that now existed no more, of the many pretty birds’ nests destroyed and the little ones left without a home; and all for the sake of that great bit of lumber, that proud ship, that never sailed forth. I made the snowflakes whirl till the snow lay like a great lake round the ship, and drifted over it. I let it hear my voice, that it might know what the storm has to say. Certainly I did my part towards teaching it seamanship.

“That winter passed away, and another winter and summer both passed, as they are still passing away, even as I pass away. The snow drifts onwards, the apple-blossoms are scattered, the leaves fall,—everything passes away, and men are passing away too. But the great man’s daughters are still young, and little Ida is a rose as fair to look upon as on the day when the shipbuilder first saw her. I often tumbled her long, brown hair, while she stood in the garden by the apple-tree, musing, and not heeding how I strewed the blossoms on her hair, and dishevelled it; or sometimes, while she stood gazing at the red sun and the golden sky through the opening branches of the dark, thick foliage of the garden trees. Her sister Joanna was bright and slender as a lily; she had a tall and lofty carriage and figure, though, like her mother, rather stiff in back. She was very fond of walking through the great hall, where hung the portraits of her ancestors. The women were represented in dresses of velvet and silk, with tiny little hats, embroidered with pearls, on their braided hair. They were all handsome women. The gentlemen appeared clad in steel, or in rich cloaks lined with squirrel’s fur; they wore little ruffs, and swords at their sides. Where would Joanna’s place be on that wall some day? and how would he look,—her noble lord and husband? This is what she thought of, and often spoke of in a low voice to herself. I heard it as I swept into the long hall, and turned round to come out again. Anna Dorothea, the pale hyacinth, a child of fourteen, was quiet and thoughtful; her large, deep, blue eyes had a dreamy look, but a childlike smile still played round her mouth. I was not able to blow it away, neither did I wish to do so. We have met in the garden, in the hollow lane, in the field and meadow, where she gathered herbs and flowers which she knew would be useful to her father in preparing the drugs and mixtures he was always concocting. Waldemar Daa was arrogant and proud, but he was also a learned man, and knew a great deal. It was no secret, and many opinions were expressed on what he did. In his fireplace there was a fire, even in summer time. He would lock himself in his room, and for days the fire would be kept burning; but he did not talk much of what he was doing. The secret powers of nature are generally discovered in solitude, and did he not soon expect to find out the art of making the greatest of all good things—the art of making gold? So he fondly hoped; therefore the chimney smoked and the fire crackled so constantly. Yes, I was there too,” said the Wind. “‘Leave it alone,’ I sang down the chimney; ‘leave it alone, it will all end in smoke, air, coals, and ashes, and you will burn your fingers.’ But Waldemar Daa did not leave it alone, and all he possessed vanished like smoke blown by me. The splendid black horses, where are they? What became of the cows in the field, the old gold and silver vessels in cupboards and chests, and even the house and home itself? It was easy to melt all these away in the gold-making crucible, and yet obtain no gold. And so it was. Empty are the barns and store-rooms, the cellars and cupboards; the servants decreased in number, and the mice multiplied. First one window became broken, and then another, so that I could get in at other places besides the door. ‘Where the chimney smokes, the meal is being cooked,’ says the proverb; but here a chimney smoked that devoured all the meals for the sake of gold. I blew round the courtyard,” said the Wind, “like a watchman blowing his home, but no watchman was there. I twirled the weather-cock round on the summit of the tower, and it creaked like the snoring of a warder, but no warder was there; nothing but mice and rats. Poverty laid the table-cloth; poverty sat in the wardrobe and in the larder. The door fell off its hinges, cracks and fissures made their appearance everywhere; so that I could go in and out at pleasure, and that is how I know all about it. Amid smoke and ashes, sorrow, and sleepless nights, the hair and beard of the master of the house turned gray, and deep furrows showed themselves around his temples; his skin turned pale and yellow, while his eyes still looked eagerly for gold, the longed-for gold, and the result of his labor was debt instead of gain. I blew the smoke and ashes into his face and beard; I moaned through the broken window-panes, and the yawning clefts in the walls; I blew into the chests and drawers belonging to his daughters, wherein lay the clothes that had become faded and threadbare, from being worn over and over again. Such a song had not been sung, at the children’s cradle as I sung now. The lordly life had changed to a life of penury. I was the only one who rejoiced aloud in that castle,” said the Wind. “At last I snowed them up, and they say snow keeps people warm. It was good for them, for they had no wood, and the forest, from which they might have obtained it, had been cut down. The frost was very bitter, and I rushed through loop-holes and passages, over gables and roofs with keen and cutting swiftness. The three high-born daughters were lying in bed because of the cold, and their father crouching beneath his leather coverlet. Nothing to eat, nothing to burn, no fire on the hearth! Here was a life for high-born people! ‘Give it up, give it up!’ But my Lord Daa would not do that. ‘After winter, spring will come,’ he said, ‘after want, good times. We must not lose patience, we must learn to wait. Now my horses and lands are all mortgaged, it is indeed high time; but gold will come at last—at Easter.’

“I heard him as he thus spoke; he was looking at a spider’s web, and he continued, ‘Thou cunning little weaver, thou dost teach me perseverance. Let any one tear thy web, and thou wilt begin again and repair it. Let it be entirely destroyed, thou wilt resolutely begin to make another till it is completed. So ought we to do, if we wish to succeed at last.’

“It was the morning of Easter-day. The bells sounded from the neighboring church, and the sun seemed to rejoice in the sky. The master of the castle had watched through the night, in feverish excitement, and had been melting and cooling, distilling and mixing. I heard him sighing like a soul in despair; I heard him praying, and I noticed how he held his breath. The lamp burnt out, but he did not observe it. I blew up the fire in the coals on the hearth, and it threw a red glow on his ghastly white face, lighting it up with a glare, while his sunken eyes looked out wildly from their cavernous depths, and appeared to grow larger and more prominent, as if they would burst from their sockets. ‘Look at the alchymic glass,’ he cried; ‘something glows in the crucible, pure and heavy.’ He lifted it with a trembling hand, and exclaimed in a voice of agitation, ‘Gold! gold!’ He was quite giddy, I could have blown him down,” said the Wind; “but I only fanned the glowing coals, and accompanied him through the door to the room where his daughter sat shivering. His coat was powdered with ashes, and there were ashes in his beard and in his tangled hair. He stood erect, and held high in the air the brittle glass that contained his costly treasure. ‘Found! found! Gold! gold!’ he shouted, again holding the glass aloft, that it might flash in the sunshine; but his hand trembled, and the alchymic glass fell from it, clattering to the ground, and brake in a thousand pieces. The last bubble of his happiness had burst, with a whiz and a whir, and I rushed away from the gold-maker’s house.

“Late in the autumn, when the days were short, and the mist sprinkled cold drops on the berries and the leafless branches, I came back in fresh spirits, rushed through the air, swept the sky clear, and snapped off the dry twigs, which is certainly no great labor to do, yet it must be done. There was another kind of sweeping taking place at Waldemar Daa’s, in the castle of Borreby. His enemy, Owe Ramel, of Basnas, was there, with the mortgage of the house and everything it contained, in his pocket. I rattled the broken windows, beat against the old rotten doors, and whistled through cracks and crevices, so that Mr. Owe Ramel did not much like to remain there. Ida and Anna Dorothea wept bitterly, Joanna stood, pale and proud, biting her lips till the blood came; but what could that avail? Owe Ramel offered Waldemar Daa permission to remain in the house till the end of his life. No one thanked him for the offer, and I saw the ruined old gentleman lift his head, and throw it back more proudly than ever. Then I rushed against the house and the old lime-trees with such force, that one of the thickest branches, a decayed one, was broken off, and the branch fell at the entrance, and remained there. It might have been used as a broom, if any one had wanted to sweep the place out, and a grand sweeping-out there really was; I thought it would be so. It was hard for any one to preserve composure on such a day; but these people had strong wills, as unbending as their hard fortune. There was nothing they could call their own, excepting the clothes they wore. Yes, there was one thing more, an alchymist’s glass, a new one, which had been lately bought, and filled with what could be gathered from the ground of the treasure which had promised so much but failed in keeping its promise. Waldemar Daa hid the glass in his bosom, and, taking his stick in his hand, the once rich gentleman passed with his daughters out of the house of Borreby. I blew coldly upon his flustered cheeks, I stroked his gray beard and his long white hair, and I sang as well as I was able, ‘Whir-r-r, whir-r-r. Gone away! Gone away!’ Ida walked on one side of the old man, and Anna Dorothea on the other; Joanna turned round, as they left the entrance. Why? Fortune would not turn because she turned. She looked at the stone in the walls which had once formed part of the castle of Marck Stig, and perhaps she thought of his daughters and of the old song,—

‘The eldest and youngest, hand-in-hand,

Went forth alone to a distant land’.

These were only two; here there were three, and their father with them also. They walked along the high-road, where once they had driven in their splendid carriage; they went forth with their father as beggars. They wandered across an open field to a mud hut, which they rented for a dollar and a half a year, a new home, with bare walls and empty cupboards. Crows and magpies fluttered about them, and cried, as if in contempt, ‘Caw, caw, turned out of our nest—caw, caw,’ as they had done in the wood at Borreby, when the trees were felled. Daa and his daughters could not help hearing it, so I blew about their ears to drown the noise; what use was it that they should listen? So they went to live in the mud hut in the open field, and I wandered away, over moor and meadow, through bare bushes and leafless forests, to the open sea, to the broad shores in other lands, ‘Whir-r-r, whir-r-r! Away, away!’ year after year.”

And what became of Waldemar Daa and his daughters? Listen; the Wind will tell us:

“The last I saw of them was the pale hyacinth, Anna Dorothea. She was old and bent then; for fifty years had passed and she had outlived them all. She could relate the history. Yonder, on the heath, near the town of Wiborg, in Jutland, stood the fine new house of the canon. It was built of red brick, with projecting gables. It was inhabited, for the smoke curled up thickly from the chimneys. The canon’s gentle lady and her beautiful daughters sat in the bay-window, and looked over the hawthorn hedge of the garden towards the brown heath. What were they looking at? Their glances fell upon a stork’s nest, which was built upon an old tumbledown hut. The roof, as far as one existed at all, was covered with moss and lichen. The stork’s nest covered the greater part of it, and that alone was in a good condition; for it was kept in order by the stork himself. That is a house to be looked at, and not to be touched,” said the Wind. “For the sake of the stork’s nest it had been allowed to remain, although it is a blot on the landscape. They did not like to drive the stork away; therefore the old shed was left standing, and the poor woman who dwelt in it allowed to stay. She had the Egyptian bird to thank for that; or was it perchance her reward for having once interceded for the preservation of the nest of its black brother in the forest of Borreby? At that time she, the poor woman, was a young child, a white hyacinth in a rich garden. She remembered that time well; for it was Anna Dorothea.

“‘O-h, o-h,’ she sighed; for people can sigh like the moaning of the wind among the reeds and rushes. ‘O-h, o-h,’ she would say, ‘no bell sounded at thy burial, Waldemar Daa. The poor school-boys did not even sing a psalm when the former lord of Borreby was laid in the earth to rest. O-h, everything has an end, even misery. Sister Ida became the wife of a peasant; that was the hardest trial which befell our father, that the husband of his own daughter should be a miserable serf, whom his owner could place for punishment on the wooden horse. I suppose he is under the ground now; and Ida—alas! alas! it is not ended yet; miserable that I am! Kind Heaven, grant me that I may die.’

“That was Anna Dorothea’s prayer in the wretched hut that was left standing for the sake of the stork. I took pity on the proudest of the sisters,” said the Wind. “Her courage was like that of a man; and in man’s clothes she served as a sailor on board ship. She was of few words, and of a dark countenance; but she did not know how to climb, so I blew her overboard before any one found out that she was a woman; and, in my opinion, that was well done,” said the Wind.

On such another Easter morning as that on which Waldemar Daa imagined he had discovered the art of making gold, I heard the tones of a psalm under the stork’s nest, and within the crumbling walls. It was Anna Dorothea’s last song. There was no window in the hut, only a hole in the wall; and the sun rose like a globe of burnished gold, and looked through. With what splendor he filled that dismal dwelling! Her eyes were glazing, and her heart breaking; but so it would have been, even had the sun not shone that morning on Anna Dorothea. The stork’s nest had secured her a home till her death. I sung over her grave; I sung at her father’s grave. I know where it lies, and where her grave is too, but nobody else knows it.

“New times now; all is changed. The old high-road is lost amid cultivated fields; the new one now winds along over covered graves; and soon the railway will come, with its train of carriages, and rush over graves where lie those whose very names are forgoten. All passed away, passed away!