安徒生童话,小杜克的梦想
安徒生童话,小杜克的梦想
THE DREAM OF LITTLE TUKAh！
yes， that was little Tuk： in reality his name was not Tuk， but that waswhat he called himself before he could speak plain： he meant it for Charles，and it is all well enough if one does but know it. He had now to take care ofhis little sister Augusta， who was much younger than himself， and he was，besides， to learn his lesson at the same time; but these two things would notdo together at all. There sat the poor little fellow， with his sister on hislap， and he sang to her all the songs he knew; and he glanced the while fromtime to time into the geography-book that lay open before him. By the nextmorning he was to have learnt all the towns in Zealand by heart， and to knowabout them all that is possible to be known.
His mother now came home， for she had been out， and took little Augusta on herarm. Tuk ran quickly to the window， and read so eagerly that he pretty nearlyread his eyes out; for it got darker and darker， but his mother had no moneyto buy a candle.
“There goes the old washerwoman over the way，” said his mother， as she lookedout of the window. “The poor woman can hardly drag herself along， and she mustnow drag the pail home from the fountain. Be a good boy， Tukey， and run acrossand help the old woman， won“t you”So Tuk ran over quickly and helped her; but when he came back again into theroom it was quite dark， and as to a light， there was no thought of such athing. He was now to go to bed; that was an old turn-up bedstead; in it he layand thought about his geography lesson， and of Zealand， and of all that hismaster had told him. He ought， to be sure， to have read over his lesson again，but that， you know， he could not do. He therefore put his geography-book underhis pillow， because he had heard that was a very good thing to do when onewants to learn one”s lesson; but one cannot， however， rely upon it entirely.
Well， there he lay， and thought and thought， and all at once it was just as ifsomeone kissed his eyes and mouth： he slept， and yet he did not sleep; it wasas though the old washerwoman gazed on him with her mild eyes and said， “Itwere a great sin if you were not to know your lesson tomorrow morning. Youhave aided me， I therefore will now help you; and the loving God will do so atall times.” And all of a sudden the book under Tuk“s pillow began scraping andscratching. <a href=https://WWw.EuZw.nEt/miniform.html>提分快的苏州初中作文阅读培训</a>
“Kickery-ki！ kluk！ kluk！ kluk！”--that was an old hen who came creeping along，and she was from Kjoge. “I am a Kjoger hen，”* said she， and then she relatedhow many inhabitants there were there， and about the battle that had takenplace， and which， after all， was hardly worth talking about.
* Kjoge， a town in the bay of Kjoge. “To see the Kjoge hens，” is anexpression similar to “showing a child London，” which is said to be done bytaking his head in both bands， and so lifting him off the ground. At theinvasion of the English in 1807， an encounter of a no very glorious naturetook place between the British troops and the undisciplined Danish militia.
“Kribledy， krabledy--plump！” down fell somebody： it was a wooden bird， thepopinjay used at the shooting-matches at Prastoe. Now he said that there werejust as many inhabitants as he had nails in his body; and he was very proud.
“Thorwaldsen lived almost next door to me.* Plump！ Here I lie capitally.”* Prastoe， a still smaller town than Kjoge. Some hundred paces from it liesthe manor-house Ny Soe， where Thorwaldsen， the famed sculptor， generallysojourned during his stay in Denmark， and where he called many of his immortalworks into existence.

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But little Tuk was no longer lying down： all at once he was on horseback. Onhe went at full gallop， still galloping on and on. A knight with a gleamingplume， and most magnificently dressed， held him before him on the horse， andthus they rode through the wood to the old town of Bordingborg， and that was alarge and very lively town. High towers rose from the castle of the king， andthe brightness of many candles streamed from all the windows; within was danceand song， and King Waldemar and the young， richly-attired maids of honordanced together. The morn now came; and as soon as the sun appeared， the wholetown and the king”s palace crumbled together， and one tower after the other;and at last only a single one remained standing where the castle had beenbefore，* and the town was so small and poor， and the school boys came alongwith their books under their arms， and said， “2000 inhabitants！” but that wasnot true， for there were not so many.
*Bordingborg， in the reign of King Waldemar， a considerable place， now anunimportant little town. One solitary tower only， and some remains of a wall，show where the castle once stood.
And little Tukey lay in his bed： it seemed to him as if he dreamed， and yet asif he were not dreaming; however， somebody was close beside him.
“Little Tukey！ Little Tukey！” cried someone near. It was a seaman， quite alittle personage， so little as if he were a midshipman; but a midshipman itwas not.
“Many remembrances from Corsor.* That is a town that is just rising intoimportance; a lively town that has steam-boats and stagecoaches： formerlypeople called it ugly， but that is no longer true. I lie on the sea，” saidCorsor; “I have high roads and gardens， and I have given birth to a poet whowas witty and amusing， which all poets are not. I once intended to equip aship that was to sail all round the earth; but I did not do it， although Icould have done so： and then， too， I smell so deliciously， for close beforethe gate bloom the most beautiful roses.”*Corsor， on the Great Belt， called， formerly， before the introduction ofsteam-vessels， when travellers were often obliged to wait a long time for afavorable wind， “the most tiresome of towns.” The poet Baggesen was born here.
《安徒生童话,小杜克的梦想》添加时间：2024-12-14；更新时间：2025-03-09