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在照片里的第二个男孩是谁Hans Christian Andersen: The Little Elder-Tree Mother
The Little Elder-Tree Mother
Hans Christian Andersen
HERE was once a little boy who had
he had gone out and got wet feet. Nobody had the least idea
the weather was quite dry. His mother undressed him,
put him to bed, and ordered the teapot to be brought in, that she might
make him a good cup of tea from the elder-tree blossoms, which is so
warming. At the same time, the kind-hearted old man who lived by himself
in the upper storey
he led a lonely life, for he
but he loved the children of others very much,
and he could tell so many fairy tales and stories, that it was a pleasure
to hear him.
“Now, drink your tea,” “perhaps you will hear a story.”
“Yes, if I only knew a fresh one,” said the old man, and nodded
smilingly. “But how did the little fellow get his wet feet?” he then
“That,” replied the mother, “nobody can understand.”
“Will you tell me a story?” asked the boy.
“Yes, if you can tell me as nearly as possible how deep is the gutter in
the little street where you go to school.”
“Just half as high as my top-boots,” “but then I must
stand in the deepest holes.”
“There, now we know where you got your wet feet,” said the old man. “I
ought to tell you a story, but the worst of it is, I do not know any
“You can make one up,” said the little boy. “Mother says you can tell a
fairy tale about anything you look at or touch.”
“That is all very well, but such tales or stories are worth nothing! No,
the right ones come by themselves and knock at my forehead saying: ‘Here
“Will not one knock soon?” and the mother smiled while she
put elder-tree blossoms into the teapot and poured boiling water over
them. “Pray, tell me a story.”
“Yes, if storie they are so proud, they only come
when they please.—But wait,” he said suddenly, “there is one. Look at the
there is a story in it now.”
And the little boy
the lid rose up gradually, the
elder-tree blossoms sprang forth one by one, long boughs
even out of the spout they grew up in all directions, and
formed a bush—nay, a large elder tree, which stretched its branches up to
the bed and pushe and there were so many blossoms
and such a sweet fragrance! In the midst of the tree sat a kindly-looking
it was as green as the leaves, and
trimmed with large white blossoms, so that it was difficult to say
whether it was real cloth, or the leaves and blossoms of the elder-tree.
“What is this woman’s name?” asked the little boy.
“Well, the Romans and Greeks used to call her a Dryad,”
“but we do not understand that. Out in the sailors’ quarter they give her
there she is called elder-tree mother. Now, you must
attentively listen to her and look at the beautiful elder-tree.
“Just such a large tree, covered with flowers, it grew
in the corner of a under this tree sat two old
people one afternoon in the beautiful sunshine. He was an old, old
they had already great-grandchildren, and
were soon to celebrate their golden wedding, but they could not remember
the date, and the elder-tree mother was sitting in the tree and looked as
pleased as this one here. ‘I know very well when the golden wedding is to
take place,’ but they did not hear it—they were talking of
bygone days.
“‘Well, do you remember?’ said the old sailor, ‘when we were quite small
and used to run about and play—it was in the very same yard where we now
are—we used to put little branches into the ground and make a garden.’
“‘Yes,’ said the old woman, ‘I r we used to water
the branches, and one of them, an elder-tree branch, took root, and grew
and became the large tree under which we are now sitting as old people.’
“‘Certainly, you are right,’ ‘and in yonder corner stood a large
water- there I used to sail my boat, which I had cut out myself—it
but soon I had to sail somewhere else.’
“‘But first we went to school to learn something,’ she said, ‘and then we
we both wept on that day, but in the afternoon we went
out hand in hand, and ascended the high round tower and looked out into
the wide world right over Co then we walked to
Fredericksburg, where the king and the queen were sailing about in their
magnificent boat on the canals.’
“‘But soon I had to sail about somewhere else, and for many years I was
travelling about far away from home.’
“‘And I often cried about you, for I was afraid lest you were drowned and
lying at the bottom of the sea. Many a time I got up in the night and
looked if the we it turned often, but you did not
return. I remember one day distinctly: the rain was pouring down in
the dust-man had come to the house where I I
went down with the dust-bin and stood for a moment in the doorway, and
looked at the dreadful weather. Then the post it was
from you. Heavens! how that letter had travelled about. I tore it open
I cried and laughed at the same time, and was so happy!
Therein was written that you were staying in the hot countries, where the
coffee grows. These must be marvellous countries. You said a great deal
about them, and I read all while the rain was pouring down and I was
standing there with the dust-bin. Then suddenly some one put his arm
round my waist—’
“‘Yes, and you gave him a hearty smack on the cheek,’ said the old man.
“‘I did not know that it was you—you had come as qu
and you looked so handsome, and so you do still. You had a large yellow
silk handkerchief in your pocket and a shining hat on. You looked so
well, and the weather in the street was horrible!’
“‘Then we married,’ he said. ‘Do you remember how we got our first boy,
and then Mary, Niels, Peter, John, and Christian?’
‘O and now they have all grown up, and have become useful members
of society, whom everybody cares for.’
“‘And their children have had children again,’ said the old sailor. ‘Yes,
these are children’s children, and they are strong and healthy. If I am
not mistaken, our wedding took place at this season of the year.’
“‘Yes, to-day is your golden wedding-day,’ said the little elder-tree
mother, stretching her head down between the two old people, who thought
that she was their neighbour who they looked at each
other and clasped hands. Soon afterwards the children and grandchildren
came, for they knew very well that it was the golden wedding- they
had already wished them joy and happiness in the morning, but the old
people had forgotten it, although they remembered things so well that had
passed many, many years ago. The elder-tree smelt strongly, and the
setting sun illuminated the faces of the two old people, so that they
the youngest of the grandchildren danced round them,
and cried merrily that there would be a feast in the evening, for they
and the elder mother nodded in the tree and
cried ‘Hooray’ with the others.”
“But that was no fairy tale,” said the little boy who had listened to it.
“You will presently understand it,” said the old man who told the story.
“Let us ask little elder-tree mother about it.”
“That was no fairy tale,” said the little elder- “but now it
comes! Real life furnishes us with subjects for the most wonderful fairy
for otherwise my beautiful elder-bush could not have grown forth
out of the teapot.”
And then she took the little boy out of bed and pla
the elder branches, full of blossoms, it was as if they
sat in a thick leafy bower which flew with
beautiful beyond all description. The little elder-tree mother had
suddenly become a charming young girl, but her dress was still of the
same green material, covered with white blossoms, as the elder-tree
she had a real elder blossom on her bosom, and a wreath
of the same flowers was wound round h her eyes were
so large and so blue that it was wonderful to look at them. She and the
boy kissed each other, and then they were of the same age and felt the
same joys. They walked hand in hand out of the bower, and now stood at
home in a beautiful flower garden. Near the green lawn the father’s
walking-stick was tied to a post. There was life in this stick for the
little ones, for as soon as they seated themselves upon it the polished
knob turned into a neighing horse’s head, a long black mane was
fluttering in the wind, and four strong slender legs grew out. The animal
wa they galloped round the lawn. “Hooray! now we
shall ride far away, many miles!” “we shall ride to the
nobleman’s estate where we were last year.” And they rode round the lawn
again, and the little girl, who, as we know, was no other than the little
elder-tree mother, continually cried, “Now we are in the country! Do you
see the farmhouse there, with the large baking stove, which projects like
a gigantic egg out of the wall into the road? The elder-tree spreads its
branches over it, and the cock struts about and scratches for the hens.
Look how proud he is! Now we it stands on a high
hill, under the one of them is half dead! Now we are
at the smithy, where the fire roars and the half-naked men beat with
their hammers so that the sparks fly far and wide. Let’s be off to the
beautiful farm!” And they passed by everything the little girl, who was
sitting behind on the stick, described, and the boy saw it, and yet they
only went round the lawn. Then they played in a side-walk, and marked out
she took elder-blossoms out of her hair
and planted them, and they grew exactly like those the old people planted
when they were children, as we have heard before. They walked about hand
in hand, just as the old couple had done when they were little, but they
did not go to the round tower nor to the Fredericksburg garden. No; the
little girl seized the boy round the waist, and then they flew far into
the country. It was spring and it became summer, it was autumn and it
became winter, and thousands of pictures reflected themselves in the
boy’s eyes and heart, and the little girl always sang again, “You will
never forget that!” And during their whole flight the elder-tree smelt so
he noticed the roses and the fresh beeches, but the elder-tree
smelt much stronger, for the flowers were fixed on the little girl’s
bosom, against which the boy often rested his head during the flight.
“It is beautiful here in spring,” said the little girl, and they were
again in the green beechwood, where the thyme breathed forth sweet
fragrance at their feet, and the pink anemones looked lovely in the green
moss. “Oh! that it were always spring in the fragrant beechwood!”
“Here it is splendid in summer!” she said, and they passed by old castles
of the age of chivalry. The high walls and indented battlements were
reflected in the water of the ditches, on which swans were swimming and
peering into the old shady avenues. The corn waved in the field like a
yellow sea. Red and yellow flowers grew in the ditches, wild hops and
convolvuli in full bloom in the hedges. In the evening the moon rose,
large and round, and the hayricks in the meadows smelt sweetly. “One can
never forget it!”
“Here it is beautiful in autumn!” said the little girl, and the
atmosphere seemed twice as high and blue, while the wood shone with
crimson, green, and gold. The hounds were running off, flocks of wild
fowl flew screaming over the barrows, while the bramble bushes twined
round the old stones. The dark-blue sea was covered with white-sailed
ships, and in the barns sat old women, girls, and children picking hops
the young ones sang songs, and the old people told
fairy tales about goblins and sorcerers. It could not be more pleasant
“Here it’s agreeable in winter!” said the little girl, and all the trees
were covered with hoar-frost, so that they looked like white coral. The
snow creaked under one’s feet, as if one had new boots on. One shooting
star after another traversed the sky. In the room the Christmas tree was
lit, and there were song and merriment. In the peasant’s cottage the
violin sounded, and games were playe even the
poorest child said, “It is beautiful in winter!”
And indeed it was beautiful! And the little girl showed everything to the
boy, and the elder-tree continued to breathe forth sweet perfume, while
the red flag with the white cross was s it was the
flag under which the old sailor had served. Th he
was to go out into the wide world, far away to the countries where the
coffee grows. But at parting the little girl took an elder-blossom from
her breast and gave it to him as a keepsake. He placed it in his
prayer-book, and when he opened it in distant lands it was always at the
place where the flower of r and the more he looked
at it the fresher it became, so that he could almost smell the fragrance
of the woods at home. He distinctly saw the little girl, with her bright
blue eyes, peeping out from behind the petals, and heard her whispering,
“Here it is beautiful in spring, in summer, in autumn, and in winter,”
and hundreds of pictures passed through his mind.
Thus many years rolled by. He had now become an old man, and was sitting,
with his old wife, under an elder-tree in full bloom. They held each
other by the hand exactly as the great-grandfather and the
great-grandmother had done outside, and, like them, they talked about
bygone days and of their golden wedding. The little girl with the blue
eyes and elder-blossoms in her hair was sitting high up in the tree, and
nodded to them, saying, “To-day is the golden wedding!” And then she took
two flowers out of her wreath and kissed them. They glittered at first
like silver, then like gold, and when she placed them on the heads of the
old people each flower became a golden crown. There they both sat like a
king and queen under the sweet-smelling tree, which looked exactly like
an elder-tree, and he told his wife the story of the elder-tree mother as
it had been told him when he was a little boy. They were both of opinion
that the story contained many points like their own, and these
similarities they liked best.
“Yes, so it is,” said the little girl in the tree. “Some call me Little
Elder-tree M others a D but my real name is ‘Remembrance.’ It
is I who sit in the tree which grows and grows. I can remember things and
tell stories! But let’s see if you have still got your flower.”
And the old man opened his prayer- the elder-blossom was still in
it, and as fresh as if it had only just been put in. Remembrance nodded,
and the two old people, with the golden crowns on their heads, sat in the
glowing evening sun. They closed their eyes and—and—
Well, now the story is ended! The little boy in bed did not know whether
he had dreamt the teapot stood on the table, but no
elder-tree was growing out of it, and the old man who had told the story
was on the point of leaving the room, and he did go out.
“How beautiful it was!” said the little boy. “Mother, I have been to warm
countries!”
“I believe you,” “if one takes two cups of hot elder-tea
it is quite natural that one gets into warm countries!” And she covered
him up well, so that he might not take cold. “You have slept soundly
while I was arguing with the old man whether it was a story or a fairy
“And what has become of the little elder-tree mother?” asked the boy.
“She is in the teapot,” “and there she may remain.”
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who is that boy reading in the garden.